Chapter 16 Griffin #2
As soon as we’re both naked, I’m back on her, melding my mouth to hers and letting my fingers explore the new territory of her thighs, her hips, and then down toward her pussy.
All the while, her fingernails scratch a path toward my cock, claiming every inch.
The gentlest brush of the backs of my fingers over her clit sends a shudder through her, and her thighs spread even farther apart to give me better access.
“I have dreamed of what you taste like.”
“Really?” she whispers on a breath, still sounding like she thinks this might be a dream of her own.
Later, she’ll realize it’s not. That it’s real, and that the fallout is going to be a nightmare.
If I were an honorable, good, worthwhile man, I’d have the strength to remind her.
But I’m too far gone to sacrifice this chance. I need it so bad. I need her so bad.
I rumble into the sensitive shell of her ear, “Really,” before slowly dropping to my knees.
I grab her hips roughly, yanking her to the edge of the counter, and push her legs wide, spreading her bare for my hungry gaze.
Penny leans back, her hands propping her up and her head resting on the upper cabinet like it’s the softest pillow.
Taking the shortest moment possible to appreciate the beauty before me and inhale her intoxicating scent, I’m finally able to fulfill one of my most recurrent fantasies by tasting Penelope Lee.
She’s as heavenly as I dreamed, sweet and musky . . . and mine.
Dipping my tongue into her, I savor her, and then moan as I take her clit into my mouth, sucking it as I play with finding out what she likes .
. . what she loves . . . and what drives her fucking wild.
That’s what I want—full-throttle, no-holds-barred Penny.
Later, when she regrets this, I want her to at least know that, for one moment, it was worth it. That I was worth it.
I devour her, I possess her, I claim her, even leaving my mark on her thigh right next to the crease where her leg meets her pussy. Is it an asshole move? Yes. But I never claimed not to be, and the primal need to leave proof of my presence here, at her most private of places, is riding me hard.
Getting close to the edge—of her orgasm, because her hips are hanging well over the edge of the counter at this point—she begins to buck, searching for what she needs to fall.
Wanting to give her more, I tease my fingertips over her entrance, feeling her slickness.
One finger slides in easily, so I give her another, fucking her with them.
I can feel her pussy clenching down on my fingers, her walls quivering, and I need her orgasm like I need oxygen.
Not only seeing and hearing Penny come but also being the person who makes her shatter is a gift I will fully appreciate the significance of.
I work her mercilessly, roughly demanding her body take everything I have to give it—my mouth on her clit, my fingers inside her pussy, and my other hand reaching up to pinch her nipple.
She inhales sharply through clenched teeth, her whole body going stock-still for the longest second of my life, and then spasms rack through her.
Her cries are music to my ears, the juices that flow from her pure honey, and I become an instant addict to her pleasure.
When the shudders slow, I pull my fingers out and suck them clean as I stand.
My cock is standing hard and ready, desperate to be inside Penny, but now that the edge is taken off for her, I fully expect her to say never mind and leave me fucking myself and spitting out her name as I spill over my hand the way I have countless times before.
But she reaches for me instantly, her nails digging into my biceps, and she jerks me in for a kiss.
Penny’s taste on my tongue and her mouth on mine is a level of intoxication I never fathomed could exist, but here I am.
“Fuck me,” she mumbles against my mouth, never stopping the kiss.
I should stop. I should at least put on a condom. I should do countless other reasonable, rational things. I do none of them.
One hand on her hip and the other on the base of my cock, I find her opening and thrust balls-deep into her in one smooth motion.
Her head falls back, hitting the cabinet door, but the cry she lets out is of pure bliss, not pain.
Finally inside her the way I’ve always wanted to be, I pause for one heartbeat to let her adjust, but she’s already grabbing my hips, encouraging me to get on with it.
Not needing to be told twice, and praying she won’t hate me later for this, I give her everything I have, everything I am.
Years of pent-up desire, secret hopes I’ve harbored deep inside, and pure need flow through me as I thrust into her again and again.
Penny locks her legs behind my waist, limiting my range of motion, but I make the most of it, staying deep—so deep—in her pussy and thrusting shallowly but fast.
“Goddamn it,” I spit out through clenched teeth. She feels so good that I’m already teetering on the verge of coming. I have to change things or I’m gonna blow too soon, and I want more of this, more of Penny.
I wrap my arm around her lower back, lifting her into the air and basically impaling her on my cock.
Her arms scrabble around frantically, looking to grab on to something.
She finds the handle on the cabinet and holds on to it for dear life like the damn thing might stop her from falling.
But she’s not falling, she’s not going anywhere. She’s mine.
I grab her throat again, squeezing a little harder this time. “Look at me, Pen. Look at me so I know you know full well who’s fucking you.”
Her lids flutter, trying to close, but she fights hard to open them and meet my gaze.
“Griffin. I know . . . Oh God . . . Griffin.”
Fuck. My name on her lips, in a breathy, sexy voice I’ve never heard from her before, is my undoing. I pound into her harder, faster, rougher, too desperate for this to pretend I have an ounce of gentle and sweet in my soul.
“Pen?” I grit through clenched teeth. I need her to tell me to stop if she doesn’t want this to happen. I’m seconds away from spilling inside her, and while the thought of painting her walls with my cum is all too powerful for me, I don’t want her taking risks she doesn’t want.
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles, nodding wildly.
It’s enough for me, and with one more stroke, my balls pull up tight, electricity sparks through my spine, and I explode.
Pulses of my hot cum shoot out, filling her pussy, which is squeezing me like a vise.
I think she’s coming again, too, but I’m too lost in the blackness behind my closed lids to look at her and find out.
Still, I continue thrusting until the sparkles fade and the waves of ecstasy recede.
When I breathe again and open my eyes, Penny is smiling at me weakly. “Whoa. Plot twist, huh?”
I can’t help but chuckle in surprise. “We are so fucked.”
“Kinda the point, right?” She wiggles her hips slightly like I might need a reminder of what we’ve just done. But a shadow passes over the brightness in her eyes. “Unless . . .” She trails off, the question of now what? written all over her face.
I wish I knew. But I have no idea. I never intended for things to get this far, for this to happen. I figured I would never know the reality of what fucking Penny is like. Now that I do, I mostly just want to do it again, even though I’m still inside her.
I don’t say anything. I brush a stray hair back from her face, my eyes searching hers for a hint of what she’s thinking.
Usually, I can read her like a book because she never hides a single thing.
Every hope, fear, and thought is displayed on her face without reserve, but right now, I can’t tell what’s going on in her head.
I know my own head, though. “Pinch me.”
She frowns but reaches for my arm and pinches me hard. The sharp bite is a welcome pain. “Huh, not a dream. You’re real.” I smile, knowing it probably looks cocky as hell, but I am feeling pretty damn pleased with things. Her mouth rounds into a shocked O, which I press a smacking kiss to.
“You’re such an asshole,” Penny teases, her grin playful.
“Never claimed otherwise.”