Page 22 of Fatal Vengeance

“What lesson is that?” I breathe out against his lips.

“I don’t ever want you lying about how desperately you want me. How much you need me. Because I promise you, I always feel the same way. I’m insatiable, and now that I’m finally having you, I’m never going to stop craving you," he answers huskily as he sinks inside me slowly, inch by inch, until I’m sure I’m going to break in half from his size.

Griffin kisses me deeply and tenderly as he begins to move. It’s not the frenzied fucking I often have with Creed, but I don’t love it any less. Griffin is slower, pushes in deeper, rolling and grinding his hips into me, and the entire time he moves inside me, he’s kissing me like he can’t bear parting our lips. When I break away from his kiss to breathe and moan, he drops his forehead to mine and watches my every reaction as he destroys me in the sweetest, slowest ways. Even when he pushes his hand between our bodies to stroke my clit, he does it with care, his fingers slow and easy like he doesn’t want to bring me to another shaking, shattering orgasm, but rather he wants to lull me into it softly and watch me bare my soul to him while I explode.

I realize then that he isn’t fucking me at all. He’s making love to me. And it heals some of the wounds that today caused in my jaded little heart.

It’s embarrassing and I curse myself with every colorful, vulgar word I know, but my eyes sting with a fresh wave of tears and I can’t blink them away fast enough to hide them from Griffin.

He stops moving, rearing back with such a deep, worried frown that I know what he’s going to say before he says it. “Prudence, fuck. Baby, no, fuck, don’t cry. We’ll stop, it’s okay. This was too much today, after everything else. I shouldn’t have agreed—“

I cut him off with a sad, choking kind of laugh, cupping his jaw. “This is perfect. It’s everything I needed tonight. Don’t stop,” I whisper, then I pull his perfect lips back down to mine as I wrap my legs around him. He still doesn’t move, even when he relaxes a little and starts kissing me back, so I dig my heels into his ass and roll my hips, silently begging for more of the love and care and devotion he’s offering to me.

He’s still buried deep inside me when he rolls onto his side, pulling me with him with strong arms. He hooks his hand under my knee and lifts my leg over his hip, while his other hand tangles in my hair to keep me close.

And then he finishes what he started, fucking me, making love to me, whatever the hell you want to call it. All I know is it’s perfect.

From this new angle, Griffin has better access to my clit, and he takes full advantage of that. Between his huge cock stroking every perfect place inside me, his fingers drawing circles over my clit, and the need and love in his icy blue eyes, I fall apart for a final time, sure this will be the one that kills me.

Griffin follows me over the edge, gripping my hair a little tighter while he shoves in deeper and comes with the sexiest fucking groan I’ve ever heard. If I was capable, I’d beg for round two after that noise, but I’m spent.

I pretty much pass out the second my climax is finished tearing through me. It’s been a long damn day, and after all the orgasms Griffin has given me, I don’t have the energy to even keep my eyes open anymore.

I’m vaguely aware of him pulling his shirt over my head and carrying me into the bathroom. He holds me upright while I pee and clean myself — which I’m going to be mortified about later — and then he picks me up again, tucks me into his chest, and carries me back to bed.

I fall into a deep sleep with Griffin’s arms around me, my head on his chest, and his lips pressing a kiss to my forehead, and for a small moment in time, all is right in my world.

16

Prudence

Soft fingers feathering down my stomach pull me from sleep. I keep my eyes closed as I sigh contentedly, smiling softly and wiggling my ass back against the hard dick digging into me. Those fingers draw invisible patterns on my hip and then skate down between my thighs, and suddenly, I’m wide awake.

“Good morning, baby,” Creed purrs in my ear before biting my neck right as he reaches my clit. He rubs a teasingly soft circle there, murmuring, “Do you know how fucking hot you are? This little pussy thoroughly used last night, but still wet and ready for me today.” He rolls his hips into me, his cock practically begging for my attention.

I finally open my eyes, a sultry comeback ready, but I startle when I realize we are not alone in this bed. I had assumed with Creed in here touching me like this, Griffin must have slipped out early, but nope. My rugged giant is right freaking there, lying in front of me while Creed is behind me, touching me. He’s still sleeping, and I know we should be quiet, but fucking hell, I’m suddenly so turned on that a breathy moan slips free before I can help it.

Griffin’s eyes snap open, which is impressive because I really wasn’t that loud. He takes half a second to sweep his eyes down to where Creed’s arm disappears beneath the thin sheet over my hip, and then he licks his lips and grins like a dirty heathen.

And fuck, I love it.

Creed chuckles softly, stroking me still as he whispers, “Do you feel like having an audience this morning, baby? I know you liked it the last time Griffin’s eyes were on you while my cock was deep inside you.”

Fuck. If I wasn’t wet before, I sure as hell am now. I swallow, trying to get my tongue to work, but with Creed’s fingers on me and Griffin’s eyes watching me intensely, I’m speechless.

Creed must take that as a yes — which, uh, it absolutely is — because he slides his fingers down lower and sinks two into me with ease, groaning at the wetness he finds. “Fuck, Prudence. Jesus Christ, you're so fucking sexy.”

I bite my lip, but nothing can stop the moan that bursts from me. My eyes fall closed from the pleasure, but the second my gaze isn’t on him, Griffin grabs my jaw in his big hand and demands in a rough voice, “Open those gorgeous eyes. Don’t hide all your pleasure from me.”

I do as I’m told, flushed and soaked and wondering if I’m still asleep and this is an amazing sex dream. Because, come on, this is too good to be true, right? We haven’t even talked as a group about… whatever the hell we’re all doing yet. But from the more than approving look in Griffin’s eyes and the way Creed keeps groaning under his breath as he works me up into a mess, I’m starting to think we don’t actually need to talk about anything. It’s clear we’re all okay with this. In fact, I want this kind of wake up call every goddamn day for the rest of my life.

Creed pumps his fingers into me lazily, kissing and biting my neck and probably leaving hickies because he loves seeing his marks on me. Griffin smirks at me and then leans in and steals my lips in a heated kiss until I’m moaning and whimpering into his mouth. It’s all I can do not to beg one of them to take pity on me and fuck me into the mattress.

While Griffin is still kissing me, Creed licks a path up my neck and then whispers into my ear, “How do you feel about anal, baby?”

I pause and then jerk back from Griffin’s delectable lips, turning to stare wide-eyed at Creed over my shoulder. “What?” I ask breathlessly, really hoping I maybe misheard him. I mean, it’s early, I just woke up, and I’m getting fingered into oblivion; it’s very possible my ears stopped working right a while ago.

But the absolutely obscene smirk he gives me tells me I heard him just right. Without explaining himself, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and drags them back to my ass, circling my juices there and applying the smallest amount of pressure. His whiskey eyes search my face, and then he leans in and bites my bottom lip, pulling on it deliciously right as he pushes one finger in ever so slowly.

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