Page 84 of Griffin

She chews on her lower lip, watching me warily.

“Try what?” I demand, dying to hear her tell me that she wants me.

“Being exclusive. But … ” My heart soars, hovering in my throat at the but. “I don’t want my dad to know yet.”

I rock back on my heels, exhaling as I weigh the options.

Have Ivy as mine, but not tell my best friend, her dad. Deceiving him further.

“Ivy, he has to know. If we keep fucking like this, you’ll be pregnant.”

“I’m on birth control,” Ivy reminds me, but I shake my head.

“With the amount inside of you right now, I doubt birth control can claim its high rates will work continuously. Especially when I fuck you again, and again, and again.”

Her eyes darken.

“You think you can defy science?”

I lean forward, capturing her lips with mine.

“When it comes to you, Ivy, I can defy anything.”

Ivy falls silent, and I take the opportunity to pull her onto my lap, shoving my pants down again and she slides onto my cock.

We moan into each other’s mouths as she rides me; this time, we take our time.

Slow.

Sensual.

My lips on her nipples. Her lips on my throat, whispering into my ear how sexy I am. I watch her pleasure herself on me, the sight of her tits bouncing as she picks up the pace making me even harder.

My hands find her hips, and I slam her down, her body relenting as I take control.

“Don’t stop,” Ivy whispers, and I stare up at the beauty that owns me, owning every part of me.

“I can’t,” I admit, sucking on her nipple as she cries out. “I won’t.”

There’s no way we can hide this from anyone, and as Ivy loses control around me, she laces her fingers with mine.

“You’re mine.”

I smirk, and she attacks my mouth with her swollen lips, her fingers dragging through my hair.

“Mine, Griffin.”

“You know it, Ivy,” I mutter into her mouth.

“Even if everyone hates us?”

Her cheeks are wet with tears, and I still reaching up to wipe them away with my thumbs.

The sight of her crying …

Fuck.

“No one will hate us for wanting to be together, Ivy.”

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