Page 49 of Fire for Effect

“Baby, I’ll wet hump you all over this trailer.”

“That sounds moist, and disgusting. Get the fuck out.”

“No,” he said, leaning down to nudge his nose against mine. “You were taking too long. Now I have to make sure you aren't sneaking out the window.”

“Have you seen the window?” I gestured to the tiny venting window that was below the ceiling. It was barely a foot wide, and definitely not something to sneak out of.

“You’re tricky, so I’m not taking any chances.” His palm came hard on my ass, spanking me so hard I yelped. He was going to leave a welt there, if he wasn’t careful. Or maybe that was his intent. “And there’s no reason to get too clean, since I’m just going to dirty you up again.”

“No thanks!” I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t even if he wanted to, as he had squeezed us in so tight, there was nowhere to go without damaging my home. “Get out! You’re the fucking reason I need a shower, you filthy beast!”

“It sure is.”

“Not a compliment.”

“Oh, yes, it is.” He leaned down and kissed me, taking my mouth with the same hunger as before.

I groaned, both wanting and hating it at the same time.

“Griff,” I pushed him away, as much as the small space allowed. “Please, I’m sore.”

“Oh no!” He said, sarcastically, as his hand went down my body, to the tiny sleeping shorts, and went inside. “I’ll let your pussy rest, but…”

He circled my clit with his finger, and I almost collapsed, my knees buckling beneath me.

“You’re doing too much,” I whispered.

“Am I?”

“Please…” I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for.

Then my phone buzzed, and I groaned in frustration.

“Ignore it,” he said, his lips coming to my throat.

“It’s my security cameras,” I said, groping the sink until my hands hit the familiar device, and I brought it up to my eye so the retinal scanner could unlock it.

He pulled back, suddenly less interested in the contents of my shorts as he openly snooped at the screen. But still, his finger lazily circled my clit, never fully taking his foot off the gas.

“How are your cameras activated?” he asked, nibbling at my throat.

“Motion detection, for recording. It alerts me if it detects metal, specifically. The AI will also alert me if it detects bipedal movement.”

“Smart AI,” he said, moving to my clavicle. Then he stopped, and awkwardly asked, “Seen any unusual activity recently? What’s it picking up right now?”

A familiar blue Camaro showed up on the screen, driving down the road, the cameras following its movement.

“It’s Riley,” I said, as I put the phone down. “He’s about a mile out.”

No shit, Griff let out a throaty growl. He sped up his assault on my clit, adding a second finger, and suddenly adding a roughness to his lazy circles.

He leaned in, spreading my legs wider, pushing me onto the sink.

“Send him away,” he commanded.

“No, he’s just… ugh!” He moved his two fingers into my tender pussy, suddenly thrusting in and out, as his thumb resumed the assault on my clit. “He’s… He’s coming by to check in… ah!” I squealed, as his other hand went down the back of my shorts, circling my back hole. “I told him to… remember?”

“Yeah, I fucking remember,” he pulled his face away and looked down at me, his eyes black with that same darkness that had followed him since his divorce. All that sinful rage was glowering down at me, and this time, my breasts definitely longed for him, turned on by his possessiveness. “Send him away and tell him to never come back.”

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