Chapter 27 Griffin #2
She collapses onto the couch, eyes locked on me like I’m going to put on a show, but I just stand up and rip my shirt over my head.
I do the same quick removal of my shoes and my sweats.
As naked as she is, I finally take my cock in hand, giving myself a tight stroke of warning.
Precum oozes from my tip, running down over my hand.
“My turn?” she asks, a sparkle in her eye.
“If you so much as look at me sideways, I’m going to come, and I have every intention of getting inside that pussy before doing that, Pen.”
“Once? You think that’s enough?” She throws my words back at me, and then she gives a pouty frown, her eyes dancing. “Or can you only go once?” She holds up a finger, then lets it fall, implying that my dick’s a one-go-rounder.
I growl, grabbing her throat and lifting her chin so she has to look me in the eyes, because her looking at my cock is going to make me embarrass myself. “I will always be ready to fuck you. Anytime, anywhere, as many times as you want it.”
I’ve awakened the devil. And this time, it’s Penny who gives me a look that would make the horniest succubus in hell quiver in heat.
She licks her lips, her lashes lowering as she looks back down at my cock. I don’t release her throat, keeping my hand there the way she likes as she teases the tip of her tongue over my crown. When she moans at my taste, precum rushes out for her, my body eager to satisfy her however she’d like.
She sips it, savoring the flavor with soft, fluttery kisses, before she takes me into her mouth fully, inch by inch slipping past her lips until I feel the back of her throat.
My stomach muscles clench as my body tries to curl in on itself, the pleasure amazing, but my tenuous grip on my restraint keeps me upright.
She moves back up my shaft, her tongue leaving erotic patterns on my skin before she circles my tip, grinning like the little chaos fairy she is.
I shudder, knowing this woman’s going to be the happy death of me. I expected it to be a long, slow process, taking our whole lives, but it’s going to be in the next sixty seconds if she keeps teasing me like this. “Please, Pen,” I beg, completely at her mercy. “I need—”
She pulls off completely. “Take my mouth. Show me how much you want to come.” Without pausing, she swallows me to my base again.
Mother. Fucker.
My restraint is shredded, any remaining gentleness in ruins.
I hold her throat in one hand and her jaw in the other as I fuck her mouth, hard and deep and fast. She tries to keep suction around me, the slurping sounds evidence of her efforts, and that only adds to my need to show her exactly what she does to me.
Embarrassingly quick, my balls pull up tight as lightning shoots through my spine, and I explode harder than I’ve ever come before in my life.
Pulsing jets of my cream fill her mouth, and she swallows it down eagerly as I force myself still, not wanting to choke her.
When I can see again, I find her grinning happily, obviously proud of herself.
I run my thumb over her lips, gathering the mess of our mixed bodily fluids that escaped, and slip my thumb into her mouth, feeding it to her.
She sucks it clean, grinning even more now. “Still got another one in you, Honey?”
I shake my head. “Don’t call me that. That’s for them.” I wave a hand toward the door, indicating the rest of the world. “To you, I’m Griffin. Or asshole or bastard or whatever you want to call me when I fuck up.”
“Griffin.” She sounds like that’s it, the only thing she’ll ever call me. “And you didn’t answer the question.”
“Woman, flip over and get on all fours.”
She claps her hands. Literally claps at the order and arranges herself, her knees on the couch cushion and her hands on the back before flipping her hair over her shoulder to look at me with a smile.
I take myself in hand, giving my cock a few encouraging strokes, but I’m ready to go.
Years of fantasizing about this are nothing compared to the reality of Penny.
Stepping up behind her, I tease my cock along her entrance, testing to see if she’s still wet enough for me, and find her still soaked. “You liked sucking me off?”
She nods eagerly. “I told you, you’re mine. That was like me claiming you, which is powerful as fuck.”
I get it. It’s not about being the one doing the moving—it’s about being the one giving the pleasure. It’s the same way I feel about her riding my face and my fingers. And my cock.
Thrusting in slowly, inch by inch, I fill her, soaking up every moment of the feeling of her wrapped around me. “God, you look good on my cock.” I grip her hips, giving us both a few shallow strokes.
When she arches her back for more, I begin to thrust a bit faster, then harder and deeper until I’m roughly fucking her and we’re both panting with need. I spit on my fingertips and reach around her hip to find her clit.
She whines, and I think it’s something like, “Again?”
“You can take it. Take it all. It’s yours,” I grit out. “I’m yours.”
“Griffin!” she cries out at the same time I feel her pussy clamp down on me.
The quivering flutters of her walls are too much for me to withstand, and my head falls back, my eyes close, and I shatter into a million pieces.
Sparkles of light dance behind my lids and the world disappears as a dull roar fills my ears.
It feels like forever, or maybe a moment, and I think that’s what life with Penny will be like—an eternity in a second and a lifetime gone by in the blink of an eye. I can’t wait.
As my awareness comes back to here and now, I realize I’m panting hard and Penny is resting her head on the back of the couch, looking over her shoulder at me.
Surely I’ll get a wow this time, because whatever the hell that was, it sure as fuck wasn’t sex.
Or at least not any that I’ve ever had. Unless maybe I’ve been doing it wrong my whole life?
But no, it’s probably just because it’s finally Penny. Surely she’s as rocked as I am.
“Where’d you say those Thin Mints were? After that, I’m absolutely starving. And don’t say you’ve got something for me to eat.” She holds up a warning finger, glaring at me.
I wasn’t even thinking that. I don’t think I’m thinking anything yet. My brain’s going dooooooo like it does after a bad scuffle, like ear-ringing static, but in a good way. But if Penny wants cookies, Penny gets cookies.
“Hang on. I’ll get ’em.”
“Good boy,” she teases, her brow arched high.
Death of me and Penelope Lee—same thing, and I love it.