Page 127 of Repairing the Wreckage

Keeping my hips angled so he doesn’t slip out, I brace one hand against the mattress. He slides his forearm between my breasts and loosely wraps his hand around my throat, bringing me almost flush with his chest. I rest my hands on his thighs and rock myself up and down.

“Oh. Wow. I like this.” I slide my hand over his arm. He feels so solid. “That’s good.”

He kisses my shoulder and neck. “This way I can touch you all over.” He demonstrates by sliding one hand between my legs and gently rubbing my clit. His other hand stays at my throat.

“Open your eyes, Muffin,” he whispers against my ear.

I blink, unsure of what he wants me to see.

“Look.” He grips my chin, guiding my head straight.

We’re facing a mirror over an old dresser. It’s only enough to see from my chest up but our flushed, sweaty skin, and the visual of Griff’s bigger body looming behind me while his arms completely cage me against him, brings on a new rush of excitement.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He kisses my cheek. In the mirror I watch him close his eyes and breathe me in. His lips travel to my neck and he stops to suck my sensitive skin.

I hook my arm behind me, grabbing the back of his head.

“That’s it.” He squeezes one of my breasts. “Look how pretty you are.” His fingers graze my cheek, then glide over my chest. “You’re blushing all over. I’m buying a full-length mirror, so we can do this again. You’re gonna watch me play with your clit while you work yourself up and down on my dick.”

The combination of his slow, cherishing touches and his dirty words quickens my pulse. I rock my hips a little faster. “Yes,” I moan.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes.” My hand flails from his shoulder to his head, grabbing his hair. He rubs harder between my legs.

“Can you come for me again?” he says in an almost teasing tone.

“I’m…yes.”

“Good.” He kisses my neck. “Molly?”

“Wh…what?” I’m so close, I can barely concentrate on anything except the energy gathering between my legs.

“Hurry for me. I want to come all over your back.”

Holy hell. The raw urgency in his voice undoes me. Nothing has ever sounded so hot. My orgasm descends over me like a summer thunderstorm. A powerful burst of pleasure. When the lightning bolts recede, I let out a soft cry and fall forward. He keeps his arm tightly around my middle, holding me in place. His other hand strokes and soothes between my legs, turning down the flame.

I stretch and crawl toward the foot of the bed and he groans as he slips free of my body. His hand clamps down on my hip. “Where are you going?”

I flip over, resting on my back and spreading my legs wide. “Come on my stomach. I want to watch.”

Surprise sparks in his eyes. “Fuck yes.” He grabs my ankles, drags me closer and thrusts inside hard and fast. A few seconds later, he pulls out and rips the condom off with a harsh snap. I watch, fascinated, as he grips his cock harder than I’d ever dare and works his hand over it.

“Don’t move,” he warns in a strangled voice. He hovers over me, pumping hard on his length over and over. His body convulses and shakes. He moans even louder and shouts my name. His eyes squeeze shut as his warm cum lands on my stomach and between my breasts.

When he’s finished, I smile up at him. “That’s…a lot.”

He slowly opens his eyes. The corner of his mouth tips up, then his gaze shifts to my face and a genuine smile curves his lips. “You okay?”

I arch my back, showing off for him. “I feel good.”

He pats my leg. “Stay right there. Let me get a towel.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He carefully extracts himself from the bed, but winces as he stands. I frown but, messy as I am, feel helpless to do anything for him. “Are you okay?”

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