Page 23 of Dirty Whispers

This time I know exactly what she wants as I slip two fingers inside her and latch my tongue against her clit. Her fingers grip my hair as I thrust and lick, watching her stomach flutter and her luscious breasts rise and fall as she begins to pant.

All she has to do is make the decision to stay in town, and I can be between her legs like this morning, noon, and night. I've spent most of my life thinking of creative solutions to fix vehicles. Now her body is my project, and I'll be focusing all of my attention to discovering new ways to make her purr.

The video fire crackles, breaking up her soft moans and whimpers as I feast on her pussy like I'm starving for her.

Her fingers prick my scalp on one side, then she cries out, her hips undulating and her back arching as she stares into my eyes, helpless as the climax overtakes her. I growl as I feel her pussy squeezing my fingers, my cock already so hard I can barely stand it.

As soon as she falls back against the plush carpet, I kiss a line from her mound up to her mouth. She grips my shoulders, kissing me hungrily as she wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer.

"Did you want something, gorgeous? It's almost as if you're begging for?—"

"Yes. Please."

That tiny note of begging in her voice makes my cock glide into her warm, wet pussy a bit faster and harder than I intended. We moan together as I kiss along her neck, finding the rhythm and the angle that makes her head fall back and her fingers dig into my skin.

"When you were telling me about your work, you said that any whispered conversations were special, right?"

She blinks quickly. "Yeah. Why?"

I breathe into her ear, moving our bodies together faster as I whisper, "Because I love you, Harper. I think I have from the moment I first saw you. And not just because you're breathtakingly gorgeous, and the sexiest woman I've ever seen. I love all of you. From your sharp brain to your pinky toe to the ring fingernail you won't stop biting. I feel like we belong together."

She's clearly gone to a place where she has lost the ability to speak, but her body communicates for her as she grips me, rocking against me harder.

That's fine. My precious girl can communicate with me anyway she wants.

Just as long as she knows that I'm never going to let her go.

15

HARPER

Ilet out a squeal of surprise as Griffin rolls us, his cock still buried deep inside me, putting me on top. I spread my knees to dig into the floor, my hands landing on his chest.

When I lean forward to kiss him…oh, my…my hips circle, grinding my clit against him.

"I thought you might like that," he grins.

Who knew that sex could be both intense and fun?

As I ride him slowly, examining every angle, it had never occurred to me that a man could fascinate me this much.

I can feel my pussy pulsing, massaging his cock as I move up and down, my body taking over and turning into a fucking machine. Griffin's brought out that sensual side of me that was missing up until now.

Leaning back just to see what it feels like, I shudder when I see his eyes drop to stare at his length disappearing into me before coming out again. "So sexy." His voice is a filthy whisper, dark and dangerous.

Then his huge, strong hands grip my hips, helping me to move up and down faster, harder. He already knows exactly what I need. More. More of him. More of this. More of us.

My body lurches forward again my clit grinding against his skin perfectly while his thickness ignites every nerve inside me. The second my lips meet his, I can feel his hunger. His longing for me. I've never felt wanted like this, and it lights me up from the inside.

I scream weakly against his mouth as the climax rushes over me, an explosion of raw lust. Griffin can feel it, his deep eyes wide as he pulls me down harder, riding out my waves before he buries his face in my neck with a deep growl. Then I feel his cock pulsing inside me as he comes hard, his entire body shuddering.

"Stay the night," he murmurs quietly against my skin.

It feels like he's begging, when a man like this should never beg for anything. I'm not sure why that touches me so much.

"Sure."

We take a quick shower together, and even though he doesn't touch me sexually again, the feeling of his hands skimming over my skin while he soaps me up feels utterly romantic. Sensual. Intimate.

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