Page 82 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

She reaches down, her hands wrapping around the base of my cock as she rubs it through her slick folds.

I groan, grinding into her with each pass. She runs her hand up my cock, brushing her thumb against the head.

“Fuck, Cora. I need you now.”

“Take me, Griff.” She hooks her leg around my waist, pushing against me until I roll onto my back.

Cora straddles me, circling her pussy against the head of my cock before sinking down on it. Her lips part as she takes me as deep as she can.

Her legs spread wider as she plants her hands on my chest. Her nails dig into my skin as she looks down at me with warmth shining in her eyes.

“I love you, Griff.” She slowly starts to move her hips, rocking back and forth, taking me deeper each time.

“I love you too, Cora. Now, make yourself come for me.”

A pretty smirk crosses her face as she rolls her hips and takes me deeper than before.

Her pussy feels incredibly tight as she rides me, her arousal coating my cock.

I grab her hips, fingers digging into her hips so hard I’m sure there will be bruises in the morning.

I want my mark all over her.

Her ring glitters beneath the setting sun, streaming in the window as her soft moans fill the room.

“Good girl, Cora, come for me.”

I lift my hips off the bed, plunging deeper into her. My cock stiffens as I come, my release filling her as she takes as much of my cock as she can.

“Griff.”

My name falls from her lips as she comes. Her pussy clenches around me as she keeps rocking, making her orgasm last until her body is completely spent.

She slumps down onto my chest, burying her face in my neck. “We better get cleaned up before everyone gets here.”

I trail my fingers up and down her spine, enjoying her shiver as I trace patterns on her skin.

“Remind me why you wanted to host a barbecue on the first night I have you back?”

Cora laughs and gets out of bed, stretching before heading toward the bathroom.

“Well, you did keep me waiting for two weeks. I think waiting one more night is fair.”

I roll out of bed and catch up to her, looping an arm around her waist and pulling her back into me. She laughs as I pick her up and toss her onto the bed.

“Griff, we’re going to be late to our own party, and they’re going to know what we’re doing up here.”

“Fine by me.” I crawl onto the bed, hovering over her. “Make sure you scream nice and loud for the audience. If you’re lucky, the old guy across the street will enjoy the show, too.”

She swats at my shoulder but reaches for me as I lean in to kiss her.

As her tongue tangles with mine and her hands roam my body, I settle into the feeling of home.

Home is wherever Cora is.

Chapter twenty-seven

Epilogue

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