Page 103 of Bitter Lies

He smirks and licks his lips before taking his shot, and two balls fly into the corner pocket. Annoyed but aroused, I wait my turn, stepping up with a sigh as he leans over me and puts his hand over the pool stick, moving it just so as his erection rubs against my ass, and he pants heavily in my ear.

“That’s better,” he whispers.

Whimpering, I arch against him slightly, my pulse pounding as he grabs my hips and grinds against me heavily before stepping back.

Of course, I miss my shot, and his wicked smile widens as we both glance over at the sound of voices approaching. Disappointed, I turn away to hide my frustration, but it disappears as he shuts the door with a definitive click and turns back to me with a raised brow.

“My turn?” he purrs, adjusting his dick in his shorts.

Helplessly, I watch his muscles ripple under the movement, his beauty enough to cause me to swallow my damn tongue.

“Yes?” His lips curl with amusement when I don’t respond.

Nodding silently, I turn away with a deep breath, no longer sure if I want to win because the remainder of the week spent with Griffin under the guise of a bet sounds fucking amazing.

Maybe I need to take what I can get while I can because it will be over all too soon. I can’t outrun what’s barreling down on me, after all.

We pass two more turns dancing around each other before it’s my turn, and when I lean in, he follows, his warm hands caressing my back as he pulls the ties on my top, and my breasts slide free.

I hear his breath hitch against my neck, and I stare at the felt dumbly, as he runs his hand down my spine. “That’s better.”

With a low groan, I line up the shot, practically panting as he grabs my tits and molds them under his warm, rough hands, tweaking a nipple as he growls. “Mm.”

“Griffin,” I moan, pushing my ass against his erection heatedly.

“Yes, sweet. You need something?” he rasps, and I shudder, missing my shot altogether as he pulls me around and sets me on the table.

Gently he pushes me back, and I lie down, the balls scattering around me, as he spreads my legs wide and runs his palms up my thighs. Arching into him, I watch through lidded eyes as he licks his lips and leans over to suckle a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh god,” I gasp, and he chuckles.

“Fuck, you have beautiful tits,” he groans, sucking them between his teeth before biting down ravenously, and it’s so hot I’m close to orgasm when he pulls back.

With a whimper, I show my distress as he runs his hands down my sides, causing goosebumps in his wake before pulling my shorts off with a heated stare and gazing at my pussy with avid eyes.

“Beautiful,” he mutters, running his fingers through my pleasure before sucking them off with a smirk.

“Fuck,” I groan, pulsing heavily as I arch into him.

With a growl, he drops to his knees and licks between my lips before fucking me with his tongue until I’m mindless and bowing off the table.

“Griffin,” I cry out, as I orgasm in his mouth, whimpering under his continued assault.

Before I have time to recover, he surges to his feet and enters me smoothly, stretching me wide as he thrusts heavily. His balls tap my ass as he stares at me with glittering eyes, and he lifts my hips, changing the angle as he hits a spot inside of me just right.

“Mm,” I moan as my eyes flutter closed. He grunts and picks up speed, slamming into me so heavily my back inches across the felt. His harsh pants ring in my ears as he bucks into me desperately before grinding deep as he leans over me. My heart clenches in my chest when he grabs my hand on the table and intertwines his fingers with mine.

We exist like that for a moment, the gentle slide of him inside of me both sweet and tempting, until he sees my need as I arch against him, and he pulls back and slams into me once more.

Crying out, I race toward another orgasm and tip over the edge, pulsing around him, as he jackknifes into me and spews, moaning, “So fucking sweet.”

For a suspended moment, I’m caught in his feral gaze as he jerks inside of me before he collapses against me, his chest warm against mine as he breathes deeply.

Ignoring the painful thudding in my chest, I clutch his shoulder against the urge to run my fingers through his hair, both deliciously sated and sad.

But I have no time for melancholy thoughts because he raises his head and growls, “Again.”

And through lidded eyes, I comply when he helps me to dress before he pulls me upstairs into his room and fucks me again.

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