Page 26 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

I press my thighs together as he trails his fingers lower, sliding down the zipper on the side of my skirt.

He gives it a slight tug over my hips, and my skirt puddles on the floor. Griffin gets to his knees in front of me, removing the rest of my clothing in a swift motion.

His hand trails up my leg before it hooks behind my knee. He brings my leg up over his shoulder, forcing me to lean back against the desk.

I prop myself on my forearms on the desk, watching him through hooded eyes. My breath hitches as his fingers brush along my pussy through the thin fabric of my thong.

“Griff…”

He glances up at me as he pushes my thong to the side. “You’re already soaked for me. I think you were lying about barely liking me, Cora.”

Griffin pushes two fingers into me, my pussy clenching around him.

I bite back a moan as his thumb circles my clit. “Maybe.”

He smirks, his tongue flicking out against my clit. My hips buck forward, and he chuckles.

His mouth closes over my clit. His tongue traces teasing circles as he pulls his fingers out before inching them back into me.

My hips rock with his lazy thrusting, my fingers weaving through his hair. He circles my clit with his tongue.

“Mm, Griff, oh my god…”

Griffin works his fingers faster, pushing me closer to the edge. Tension builds in my core as my pussy pulsates around his fingers.

“Come for me, Cora.”

He sucks on my clit hard, sending me over the edge. My leg shakes against his shoulder as my back arches.

His fingers twist against the spot that drives me wild, drawing my orgasm out.

When he stands, he takes off the rest of his clothing. His chiseled body is bare in front of me, sending waves of lust through my body.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anybody else the way I want him.

I swallow hard as Griffin strokes his cock from base to tip, his thumb drifting over the head with each pass.

My gaze is fixed on his cock as he runs his other hand up my thigh.

“Tell me you want this, Cora.”

“Griff… please…” My breath becomes deeper in anticipation of what’s to come.

“Tell me you want my cock inside you.” Griffin presses.

“Yes, I want you… I want you inside me now, Griff, please.”

Satisfied, Griffin grabs my hips and lifts me onto the edge of the desk. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him to me.

His soft moan as the head of his cock brushes against my pussy is all the encouragement I need.

I tighten my legs around him, feeling him push deeper into me.

Griffin dips his head to mine as he pulls out and thrusts back in. His pumps are slow and long, teasing me.

He buries himself to the hilt as he kisses me.

My nails dig into his back as I pull him closer. He groans, kissing his way down my neck. He nips and sucks along my collarbone as I roll my lips.

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