Page 52 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

Griffin’s arms wrap around my waist, and he hauls me into his lap. “Good because my intentions for you also include fucking your brains out every day.”

I laugh, my head falling back as his lips trace my jaw. “I don’t know if that’s possible. You’d have to grow tired of that eventually.”

“I never would get tired of you, Cora. Not in a million years with your pussy.”

When he kisses me, the world around us fades away.

Griffin’s mouth moves against mine, the soft pressure of his lips permanently etched into my mind.

My fingers weave through his hair, pulling him closer as his hardened cock presses against me.

Griffin nips at my bottom lip, and I moan.

His tongue tangles with mine as his hands slide up and down my waist. Griffin’s hands roam over my hips before he cups my ass.

He lifts me and carries me back into the bedroom, his lips still on mine. I moan as he puts me down on the bed, my back pressing into the soft mattress.

I run my hands up his torso beneath his shirt. His muscles flex against my hands as he kisses his way down my neck. I hook one leg over his hip, pulling him closer to me.

Griffin nips and sucks at my skin as he travels along the collarbone. My back arches off the bed as he pushes up the dress around my waist.

He pulls back to look down at me before pulling his shirt over his head. “You’re stunning, Cora.”

“Take me, Griff.” I sit up and pull my dress off, tossing the garment to one side of the room. I rake my nails down his chest before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

Griffin gets off the bed long enough to kick off the rest of his clothing before kneeling between my legs again.

“Not yet,” he says firmly. His tongue traces patterns on my inner thigh, just shy of where I need him to be.

Heat pools in my core, making me impatient. “You’re being a tease.”

He hooks his fingers into the sides of my lace thong and pulls it down my body.

I lift my hips off the bed as his tongue drags along my wet pussy. He sucks my clit into his mouth, teasing it softly with his teeth before he stops.

Griffin chuckles as I glare at him. “Patience, Cora. I want to spend my time worshipping your body tonight.”

“Worship it later.” I hook my leg over his shoulder, and he nips at my inner thigh. “I need you now. Please.”

Griffin chuckles, his mouth returning to my pussy.

Desire rushes through me as he flattens his tongue against my clit before flicking his tongue over it.

His finger slides into me, massaging my inner walls. I moan, my hips bucking against his hand.

“Fuck,” he says, his voice hoarse. He slides a second finger into me, stretching me open. I gasp, my body arching as his fingers thrust faster and deeper.

My fingers weave through his hair, tugging on it as Griffin sucks on my clit at the same time.

I rock my hips in time with his fingers, my pussy pulsing around him. My moans fill the room as Griffin crooks his fingers and presses against the spot that drives me wild.

He presses his free hand down on my lower stomach, keeping me in place.

My inner walls clench tighter around him as my legs start to shake. My orgasm crashes through me as his fingers keep pumping.

Griffin’s tongue flicks over my clit as my legs stop shaking.

“Fuck, Cora,” he says, his voice low and husky. He pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to my mouth. I open my mouth and suck on them, tasting myself on him.

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