Page 83 of Griffin

“Griffin … ”

My name on her lips … fuck.

“Please. Please fuck me.”

I’m already pushing my pants down, my cock springing to attention as she parts her legs eagerly.

“I need you inside me.”

Her heat pulses around my finger as it enters her, opening her up slowly. She’s so tight; no wonder I’m addicted to fucking her.

I rip her panties to the side, hearing the elastic tear beneath my fingers. Lining up against her entrance, I grip her chin and stare down at her, watching the light dance in her eyes as I push myself into her. Bare.

“Oh my god.” Ivy arches her back, wrapping her legs around me. Her heels dig into my ass, and I curse as I slam into her, her eyes widening with pain.

“Ivy … ” I mutter, trying to restrain myself from fucking her into oblivion. “You’re so bad.”

A throaty laugh escapes her lips, and I lose myself in her once more.

“I want you to fuck me harder than anyone ever has.”

Ivy, my defiant, beautiful Ivy, watches me through hooded lashes.

“I can do that.”

And I do.

Slamming myself into her repeatedly as my hand clamps over her mouth, stifling her moans of ecstasy. My thrusts eventually slow, and I move my hips slowly, stimulating her clit.

She tightens around me, her teeth digging into my fingers as I try not to growl.

My kid is asleep upstairs, for fucks sake.

She bites down harder, a glint in her eyes before she loses control, her body tensing and trembling as her orgasm takes over.

My mouth replaces my hand, and she sucks on my tongue greedily, moaning my name as we fuck each other’s mouths with our tongues.

I can barely see when I explode into her, my body stilling as I shoot load after load into her sweet pussy, coating her with my seed. We’re still kissing, and we can’t stop.

“I hated the thought of you withherin here,” Ivy confesses breathlessly, finally pulling away from me long enough to speak. “She wants you. She’s not having you.”

I already know Christina isn’t having me.

But to hear Ivy stake a claim on me like this … it’s worth more than gold.

Because I feel the same way, and I’ve not disguised it.

I know what men think when they look at Ivy, and it makes me want to crack skulls.

“She’s not?” I tease as I slide out of Ivy, tucking myself into my pants.

Ivy stares daggers at me.

“No.”

She pulls her panties across her dripping cunt, and I watch hungrily. I think of eating her out, cum and all, but she distracts me with her intense gaze.

“We could try.”

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