Page 44 of Crash
When she responded by arching her hips to greet his face, he chuckled.
“Is your needy pussy aching, sunshine?” He blew a breath against her damp center, her arousal soaking through her panties. “Look how wet you are for me already.”
He tugged at the hem of her panties, sliding them off her hips. She bent her knees, and he slid them off. Before she could relax her knees, he grabbed hold of them and pressed them back against the bed, spreading her open for his ravenous gaze.
He’d tasted her pussy before, but this was the first time he’d seen it in all its glory. The dark skin of her pussy lips glistening with her arousal made his teeth ache with longing; her clit peeked out behind its hood, taunting him.
“You look so beautiful spread out for me, sunshine.” He brought her knees over his shoulders as he leaned in. He groaned in pleasure at the first taste of her on his tongue. He would never tire of the way she tasted. If anything, she was quickly becoming an addiction. One he could never quit.
He’d have to tread carefully. Griffin knew he would never fully recover if he became too attached.
But, for right now, he reveled in the way she feltbeneath him. Quivering. Gasping. Moaning. Her hands gripped the bedsheet and his hair as he brought her to her orgasm, relishing in the way she shattered beneath him.
“So responsive.” His murmurs were lost to her moans of pleasure.
As she was coming down from her orgasm, he worked a finger into her tight pussy, loving the way it gripped at his digit desperately. He worked another finger in, thrusting in and out and prolonging her orgasm.
Her channel was so slick with her arousal it made it easy to add a third finger. He brought her to another screaming orgasm. Hearing her scream his name was something he’d never tire of.
Sitting on his haunches, he worked his cock out of his pants. The tip of his cock was leaking with pre-cum. He probably wouldn’t last very long at this rate. Griffin grabbed his stiff cock, stroking it once, twice, then releasing it with a curse.
Condoms. He didn’t have any condoms. If he had any, they’d be expired by now. He never took women back to his place, so he didn’t keep any stock.
“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping his head back.
“What’s wrong?” Her tentative touch on his arm brought his attention back to her.
She looked so magnificent, cheeks and chest flushed from her multiple climaxes. Her eyes were slightly glazed from coming down from her high.
“I don’t have any condoms.”
He moved to get off the bed. His cock bobbed at the movement. Quynh stopped him with a warm palm to his chest.
Griffin’s brows furrowed in question.
“Umm…it’s okay. I…uh…I haven’t been with anyone in…a while.” Her fingers curled in his chest hair. He didn’t know it was possible, but she flushed even further by the admission.
Did she mean what I think she means? Has she been celibate for a while before me?
The thought sent a thrill through him, a surge of possessiveness he’d been unsuccessfully trying to bottle bursting free.
He pushed her down on the bed with a palm.
“Are you saying you want me bare?” he growled as he bore down on her.
Quynh gulped nervously but met his gaze unflinchingly.
“Yes.”
What little control he had left snapped.
His lips smashed into hers in a bruising kiss, tongue demanding entrance as he fully claimed her.
There was no turning back after this.
He needed to be inside her like his next breath. Vital. Non-negotiable.
He braced a forearm by her head. His other handguided his cock to her slick entrance. Griffin teased her with the head of his cock, getting it wet from her arousal. She tried to lift her hips so he was left with no other choice but to breach her entrance. Except, he evaded her expertly. He almost chuckled when she let out a growl of frustration.
