CHAPTER THIRTY
Ava
G riffin flips me over and pushes my legs apart. “I’ll ruin you the way you ruined me.” His soft facial stubble scrapes down my neck, striking a match to my heart.
I push away the hurt that Griffin flipping me over suggests he doesn’t want to look at me, but I love sex from behind. Not having much room, my right hip presses against the backseat.
“You’re doing this here for a reason.” I push my ass at him.
Pulling my hair, he says, “Because we have a bed you’ve divided with a fucking clown.”
“You’re not home at night, so what does it matter?”
Griffin growls, “Looks like I have to change that.”
He pushes my dress up and over my hips, positioning my ass higher in the air. Thick fingers drag my soaked panty to the side.
“I don’t have a condom with me,” Griffin warns, low and throaty, fingering my slit. “I’ll pull out.”
Head fuzzy with lust, I don’t have a chance to respond when the next thing I feel is his massive cock pushed inside me to the hilt in one swift thrust.
“Christ,” he murmurs. “Fuck, that’s too good.”
He slides out, inch by torturous inch, and the emptiness has me wanting to weep.
“Since I can’t come inside you, I’ll come in your mouth.”
It’s so filthy, but I’m burning with more passion than I ever felt. I’m on the brink, close to my limit.
“You are so fucking wet for me. Look at you dripping all over the damn seat. You’re making me crazy, Ava, I can’t even wait to get home to fuck you. You’re gonna pay for this.” He drives back inside me and starts fucking me in a punishing rhythm. “God, you look so sexy getting fucked with your high heels still on.”
Inside the shoes that are killing my feet, I curl my toes and push the tips into the seat to keep steady with this battering ram pounding into me.
Griffin is knocking down the door to my soul.
“Don’t you dare move,” he moans. “Take my cock like a good girl.”
Shivers snake up my spine, and I embarrassingly mewl like a cat in heat. With every slap of his thighs against the back of mine, I feel how I’m dripping all over him.
“Griffin...” I catch my breath. “The car. The leather seat.”
“I don’t give a fuck about this car. I’ll knife these seats in a heartbeat.” He squeezes my ass, his finger massaging my hole. “I’ll light it on fire if it means I can fuck you.”
With the lusty sound he makes touching me there, my orgasm slams into me. I’m throbbing and clenching and trembling. I shriek from the rush of adrenaline flooding my system. Every cell vibrates, every nerve has come alive, all of it sizzling together under my skin.
“There’s my girl. That wildcat I met seven years ago whose greedy cunt dripped for me like you are now. Guess we were destined to find each other again.”
Dizzy from the force of my climax, I just murmur, “You wish.”
“Ha,” he cackles. “That’s just waving a cape at me, sweetheart.”
With savage thrusts, he fucks me. My sensitive and swollen clit is collateral damage from this brutal fucking. My breath seizes, the pulsing deep in my core unraveling me.
“Coming again, siren?” Griffin leans forward and kisses my bare back from the sexy dress my cousins talked me into wearing. “Loving my cock? I bet I can get you to agree to anything right now.”
I want to scream yes, but I stay silent. Not that I can talk. He’s fucking the life out of me. His cock is so big, he’s rearranging my damn organs and knocking the wind from my lungs.
I feel like I’m losing consciousness at this point, my mind blanking out. I’ve hurtled into an orgasmic hiccup, and my womb won’t stop clenching.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ava, what the hell are you doing to me?” Griffin pounds into me.
This state of electric euphoria coats my entire body in a layer of cool sweat. All I can do is blabber moans and groans and yelps and yips like a squealing pig.
God this is so dirty, and I fucking love it.
Griffin cackles, “Can’t even speak, can you, siren? Don’t want my guard to know how much you’re loving my dick? How you’re getting off being fucked like a mafia boss’ whore?” He leans forward. “But I would never do this in front of my guard. I would never want to remotely tempt him. I will kill him or anyone else who touches you.”
The brutal threat deepens my pulsing, a continuous euphoria that won’t stop.
“I don’t care what the Navy said, you should have been a SEAL. A deadly machine. Now look at you. On your hands and knees in the backseat of my car, taking every inch of my cock and coming all over me. I’ve reduced you to a needy slut who begs on her hands and knees for cock.”
It’s so hot, but he’s not wrong. Every word of it.
“You didn’t reduce me to shit,” I bite back anyway, finding my voice. “I loved sex before you showed up. I fucked men in the Navy who are now SEALs.”
With restraint he says, “But I’m the one fucking you now. You’re marrying me. You are mine .”
Again, not wrong. I never would have married a fellow SEAL, had I made it.
“Christ, this is so good, Ava.” Griffin pumps me more, the entire seat drenched at this point.
The pleasure zaps me with enough electricity to goddamn kill me. The erotic teasing consumes me as I grunt and whine, my soul shattering, my mind breaking apart into a million pieces. How in the world will I function having this kind of sex regularly?
How will I allow myself to fall apart and then be put back together on a daily basis? No foundation can take that.
Griffin lets out a final howl, a roar of ecstasy. “Give me your mouth, I’m going to come.” He gets so much bigger, and his thrusts stretch me beyond my limit.
Stars explode behind my eyes.
My arms snap, I’m so weak and trembling, hard-pressed to remember my name.
Hadleigh.
It’s always Hadleigh who flashes at me. I see her in this version of me.
Juices getting everywhere, I scramble off the seat to wedge myself between Griffin’s legs. I open my mouth, and he shoots his cum down my throat. But he pulls out a few seconds later and lets the last of it hit my face, my lips, my chin.
“Fuck, baby.” He kisses me, not caring that my face is splattered with his cum. When I try to reposition myself, he grips my chin. “Lick the rest of your juices from my cock.”
His words have me sweeping my tongue across the head of his cock and then down the sides like it’s a damn ice cream cone. Only it’s salty and tangy. The taste of my arousal combined with his cum ignites a frenzy, a hit of something I’m instantly addicted to instead of being disgusted.
“What a good goddamn girl you are for me.” Griffin’s praise throws beads on my naked happy dance of empowerment.
Next, he’s greedily putting me back together. “Cover up that ass. No one sees you. This is only for me. No one will ever see you on your knees or hear you begging for my cock, do you hear me?”
“I hear you.” I glance down at his lap and grab his dick. “And don’t you even think of sharing this with someone else.”
“Never.” His mouth crashes on mine. “Fuck, I didn’t think you could taste any sweeter. Any sexier. I love this.”
He groans a curse like he said too much. Shaking his head, he pushes the window down and slaps the door with his hand to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s go. Get us the fuck home.”
Griffin gives me a once-over and drags his thumb across my mouth. “I made a mess of you. And that’s my right. But don’t you ever dare leave the house looking like this.”
Before I even attempt to respond, the front passenger door opens and Zeke gets in next to Gus, both smelling like smoke. It’s oddly pleasant, but it doesn’t temper the smell of dirty arousal permeating the car’s interior.
I catch the same lingering scent on some of Griffin’s older clothes. I’m so proud he’s not had one puff. The restraint, the...
The proof he can withstand giving up any addiction.
Like...me.