Page 32 of Crash
He knew she was on the brink of an orgasm when her thighs quivered and her grip on his hair became frantic.
“Oh, oh, god!”
“Say my name when you come, sunshine.”
He curled his fingers inside of her, pulsing it against her spongy G-spot and set a relentless rhythm between flicking and sucking at her clit.
“Oh, fuck, Griffin, I’m co-coming!”
He didn’t let up even as her body threatened to strangle his fingers or when she suffocated him by shoving him harder against her pussy. Her body spasming from the intensity of her orgasm beneath his strong grip around her waist was worth every single car in his garage.
Her body relaxed and melted into the mattress. Her legs loosened to release his head, and still, he licked softly at her pussy. Griffin brought his fingers coated with her cum to his lips, wrapping his lips around his digits and sucking her juices off his fingers.
Gripping her hips, he continued licking and lapping at her center, tasting her sweet cream from the source.
“Ahh. Griffin…no more.”
He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently, letting it go with a soft pop.
“One more, sunshine. You can give me at least one more.”
He returned his attention to her glistening pussy, reveling at the way her body responded to his touch. This time, when she came, his name came out in a scream before she fell limply in bed.
A double orgasm for dessert. His favorite kind.
He put her panties back, but grabbed a pair of his boxers to slide up her legs. He didn’t think she’d want to squeeze back into the tight shorts when her pussy was probably oversensitive. He grabbed his discarded shirt off the ground and helped her into the garment.
Picking her up gently, he maneuvered her into the center of his bed and covered her with his blanket. She left out a sleepy sigh, her eyes fluttering open. The soft smile on her face made something in his chest squeeze. A foreign sensation. One he was determined to ignore.
“Rest.” He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and went in search of a glass of water for her.
She’d probably be dehydrated with the amount of fluids that leaked out of her from her orgasms, so hydration was important.
Normally, he’d be pushing to leave once the deed was done. But tonight, he’d thought only of her pleasure and ignored his still-aching cock. He almost came with her thesecond time she’d convulsed and screamed his name, barely holding back on spilling into his sweatpants.
Admittedly, it was the first time he’d enjoyed someone else’s pleasure so much that it threatened his otherwise iron-clad control of his own desires. He’d wanted to plunge into her tight pussy while she was in the middle of her orgasm and feel her come around his cock. Next time.
He’d make sure it would happen next time.
Therehadto be a next time. He wasn’t done with her yet. If anything, he’d become a man obsessed with owning and possessing her, even for the short time she was in town.
When it was time for her to leave, he would let her walk away. No strings attached.
It was simply a sexual attraction, and once they got each other out of their systems, they’d be able to both move on.
No hard feelings.
Or, at least, it was what he told himself.
He ignored the small voice calling him a liar.
It had to be over when she left. There was no way to make a long-distance relationship work.
Besides, he wasn’t interested in being in a relationship. He was too old to be anyone’s boyfriend. Nor did he want the complications a relationship would likely bring.
No. He didn’t need to be tied down to any womanwho would want more from him than he was willing to give.
He was happy with his lifestyle just the way it was.
