Page 32 of Bitter Lies

So, he’s angry about what I said the other day. Well, bully for him. He’s the one that called me a whore, and I couldn’t help but point out his part in my actions. He practically shoved me into the arms of Jason, after all.

But I’m here now, and the languid feeling surging through me tells me I want this, and more importantly, Griffin can make me feel and I despaired of it ever happening. Fuck it, I’m going to meet the challenge in his eyes.

Slowly, I stand and pull my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor before removing my bra. His eyes heat to liquid green as he licks his lips, and I hold back the whimper trembling on my tongue.

“All of it,” he says huskily, tugging brutally on his length.

Dropping my gaze to his hand on his dick, I pull off my skirt and panties, standing before him naked. He strokes himself wickedly, his desire pooling at the tip while I watch helplessly, squirming at the sight.

“Are you wet?”

Nodding silently, I wait for his direction, so turned on, I’m trembling.

“Over here,” he rumbles, maneuvering me around the couch and pushing me over the arm.

Breathless, I wait, gasping when he runs his fingers through my folds and groans under his breath, “Fuck.”

And in the next instant, he’s filling me so full, so good that I cry out and grab the couch cushions below me, arching into him as he bottoms out. He grips my hips, and leans into me, his heavy breaths puffing against my back. We’re suspended in time for a moment before he pulls back and pounds into me so roughly, I have to hold on for the ride.

Closing my eyes against the cascade of doubt slithering through me, I focus on his deep, strained voice as he mutters, “Mm, so tight and perfect.”

Tingles rush through me at his words as he grabs my hips tightly and rails me, the sound of his legs smacking my ass lewd in the silence. Panting, I clench the cushions between my fingers as pleasure spirals through me wickedly, creating the slide he needs to fuck me deep.

He’s panting above me, guttural groans escaping his lips as the tip of his dick brushes the sweet spot inside me. And the tide rises so quickly, born out of his need and my pleasure, that I sail over the edge and cry out, spasming around him.

Euphoria races through me at the sensations, and I buck into him desperately because this is what I want, even if it’s with him.

“Fuck,” he mutters, bottoming out and grinding deep, causing another pulse of pleasure to race through my core. He’s so close to me, I can feel his heart beating against my back, and that combined with the ache sends me to the edge once more.

“Oh god.” I flutter helplessly as another orgasm starts through me wildly.

With a feral grunt, Griff lifts me up and turns me around. “Not god, sweet. Me.”

I cry out at the change, my orgasm sputtering to a stop painfully. Thankfully, he wastes no time, pressing my back into the wall and pounding into me once more. The surge from before picks up rapidly, and I buck into his hips as best I can as I chase it, my heart in my throat as it pounds through me.

Through lidded eyes, I watch his face twist into a snarl before it all goes black as I come again, shouting helplessly, “Griffin!”

“Fuck,” he groans, releasing inside of me, the warm wet splash heavy against my womb.

“Mm,” I say as he shudders and leans into my chest.

I’m panting for air, my body like a limp noodle, and only when he stiffens and pulls back do I come back to reality, sighing into the universe as he draws from me slowly. He searches my eyes quickly before he turns away, and dazed, I watch as he casually pulls his jeans back on before facing me, still naked and leaning against the wall.

His eyes are dark pools as he smirks at me and grabs his shirt off the floor, but I spy the grimace as he grabs his keys and wallet. “Let me know when you have the itch again.”

Snarling in my head, I stand from the wall and silently smirk when he turns and runs his heated gaze over me once more.

“I thought you refused to fuck me?”

With a flicker of his eyes, he says, “Pussy is pussy.”

Ignoring the surge of heat that suffuses my cheeks at his casual disregard for what just happened, I smile instead. “And dick is dick.”

His back stiffens as he turns and gives me a level look, but I merely raise a brow. “What?”

He doesn’t speak which is just as well, but his look of distaste leaves me deliciously sated but annoyed as he goes, presumably back to the party.

I collect my clothes with a sigh and after dressing collapse on the sofa, falling asleep to the image of his face when he came, and the feral need displayed there. For me.

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