Page 28 of At Your Door

Griffon’s gaze narrowed, her eyes locking onto mine before trailing down to the source of the thumping inside me as if she could feel it too.

I clear my throat, attempting to draw her gaze back to my face. But when her eyes return to mine, I hesitate, unable to fully grasp what I'm actually about to say.

“O-Okay,” I croak out.

“Okay, what?” Griffon responds quickly, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow.

A few seconds pass before I finally manage to say, “Okay, I need you.” My voice shakes and cracks.

I catch a flash of Griffon’s dark smile before she pulls me back into her arms, yanks the door open, and uses my back to slam it shut again.

I barely register what's happening until she slips her hand around the back of my neck, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pressing my lips into hers.

Everything feels like a blur, but her mouth covers mine hungrily, quickly asserting her dominance. I don’t even try to fight it. She’s too compelling. She knows exactly what I need, and I can’t help but moan in acceptance.

Her hands are rough from all the work she does, and when they slip up the hem of my shirt to grab my waist, I nearly groan at the strength of her grip. She doesn’t let up; the hardness of her lips sends waves of ecstasy throughout my body, and I physically shiver in her grasp.

When she breaks away, a whine escapes my lips, and I toss my head back in frustration. But my hips have a mind of their own, rolling against her stomach with every movement. My eyes shut tight, and my mouth drops open at the sudden surge of friction.

“Shit. Mia, what the fuck?”

Griffon’s low, husky tone makes me crack my eyes open.

But she’s not looking back at me; she’s too focused on watching my hips roll. After a few moments of admiring the view, she finally matches my movement, gripping my waist tighter.

I can't help it when the words,“Oh fuck!”break out of me, but I quickly clamp my mouth shut out of embarrassment.

“No, don’t do that. Don’teverdo that.” Griffon's voice is commanding, her tone serious.

My lips stay pressed together as my heart races between us.

“Fuck, Mia, I’ve been waiting this long to see you like this, and you think I don’t want to hear you?”

Quickly, Griffon's hands slide up my shirt, moving straight to my breasts. She doesn’t bother with my bra; instead, she uses one hand to pull it all the way up until both my shirt and bra are rolled up tightly and pinned against my neck. My naked breasts fall down with gravity.

I have no time to react when her free hand grabs my nipple in one motion and twists it without breaking eye contact.

“Ahhhh fuck!” I yelp out as my back arches, pushing me further into her.

“I want to hear every sound out of your fucking mouth,” Griffon says through gritted teeth.

She doesn't let go. Instead, she tugs even harder until I’m no longer pinned against the door.

“Shit!” I manage to gasp as she moves us away from the door, not stopping until we reach the edge of the bed. Before I know it, my body is thrown into a pile of pillows. When I finally push myself up onto my forearms, I find Griffon looking at me like I just crawled onto her dinner plate, and she’s ready to feast.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to see you like this.”

She begins circling the bed, eyes still zeroed in on me.

“Take off your clothes.” She says dryly.

I’m frozen–stuck completely in time, just watching how Griffon's fists tighten with impatience.

“Now, Mia.” She’s short and firm this time, and I can’t get up and onto my knees any faster.

As I toss and turn on the bed, struggling to rip my jeans off, I don't even try to look graceful. I can hear Griffon rummaging around in the corner, completely ignoring me.

When I finally lay back, naked, I didn’t expect to see Griffon standing in front of me with her jumpsuit completely unzipped. My eyes should fixed on her small but full breasts staring back at me, but all I can focus on is the solid black strap-on that fits perfectly onto her waist.

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