Page 86 of Accidental Husband
Again and again—
Fuck.
That feels too fucking good.
I try to think of cold showers and Arctic temperatures and Angels players, but it doesn't work.
She's too fucking sexy.
I need her coming too fucking badly.
I need her coming now.
I release her nipple. "Take off your panties."
She nods as she lifts her ass. She reaches under her dress. Slides her nude bikinis down her hips. Below her knees.
"On your back." My fingers skim her hip. Her ass. "You need to come on my face."
Her eyes go wide. With desire. Then something else. "I… Um… I need to tell you something."
"Now?"
"I… Um…" Her hair falls over her eyes as she turns her head to her side. "Griff." The apprehension drops from her voice. "I need you inside me."
"You need to tell me that you need me inside you?"
"Yes." Her chest heaves with her inhale, but I can't tell if it's desire or something else. "I need you, Griff."
"Are you—"
"Please." Her fingers dig into my neck. "Fuck me. Please. I need to be fucked so fucking badly." Her hair swings to the other side as she turns her head.
Her eyes bore into mine.
They beg for something.
For everything.
She wants more than my cock inside her.
This is so much more than a fuck.
This is fucking everything.
"Griff," she breathes. "Please."
Fuck, the need in her voice—
"Come here." I pull a condom from my back pocket.
She rests her ass on my thighs. Fumbles over my belt. My button. My zipper. My boxers.
Her eyes go wide. "You—"
"Yeah."
She wraps her fingers around my cock.
