Page 25 of Griz's Edge

“Stop talking and fuck me with your tongue.”

Did that come out of my mouth?

“You want me to fuck you with my tongue, huh?” he asks, cocking a brow, eyes flashing with that lustful glint filling them.

“Yes.”

More than anything. I’d been tormented by dreams where he used his mouth on me, delivered such pleasure that I thought it could have been real. Unfortunately, it wasn’t, and I need him to give me what I wanted. What I need.

“Tell me again, baby, tell me that you want me to fuck you with my tongue. Make you fly.”

Oh my.

Holy mother of creaming orgasms, he’s going to make me do that just with those words alone. That and his fingers that are growing slicker with my juices.

“Make me fly, Graham.”

I barely get those words out before he goes about doing just that.

Griz devours me and drives me to the edge over and over again. Yet, when I thought my release would come, he changed tactics. Whimpering and thrashing, it’s all I can do to keep from begging him to stop tormenting me. If I did that, he might stop altogether, and I didn’t want him to. I want . . . no . . . I need more of him.

Him inside me.

Moving, filling me deep with his cock.

With each touch, he’s taking a part of me, and I didn’t think it was possible.

It’s all I can do to keep from allowing him to take it all.

It’s only one night.

It can’t be anything more than that.

I lose count of the times he brings me to the edge. I want to scream in frustration. I want to beg him to keep going. To let me come. To fuck me. Hard. Deep. I just want him to give it all to me once and for all.

“So fuckin’ sweet, Marley,” Griz murmurs. He lifts just enough to look up and meet my gaze. His fingers toy lazily with my pussy. “I could eat your pussy, all day long and never get enough, sweets, but gotta admit, my cock wants inside your sweet heat. It’s hard enough to pound nails. I don’t think any bitch has ever gotten me this hard, baby.”

“Did you just call me a bitch?” I ask, panting slightly.

“No, baby, I didn’t call you a bitch.” He grins, laps at my entrance, and pulls his fingers out. He lifts his body over mine. Face dipping down for him to kiss the tip of my nose, “Said no bitch has ever gotten me as hard as you’ve got me right now.”

Oh my.

Well, okay, then.

“Now, I’m gonna fuck you, Marley, and you’re gonna go wild for me. I want you flying over the edge and taking me with you.”

Griz lifts my legs, hooking them over his arms, and thrusts home. The movement is abrasive. It’s harsh. Still, it’s beautiful. Feeling him fill me so full is glorious. He wants me flying over that edge he’s kept me teetering on. If he keeps this up, I’ll do just that.

Two strokes into him filling me, and he gets just what he wanted. Griz sends me sailing right over the edge, and as he does so, he starts pounding inside me, giving me everything I never thought I could feel. I had sex before, but it’s never felt like this. Like I was coming home rather than just getting off.

“Graham,” I cry out his name, skin my nails into his shoulders, and hold onto him.

“Fuck, Marley, your pussy is so damn good. Tastes sweet on my lips and grips me just as I knew you would. Fuck, baby, you’re gonna suck me dry, and we’re only just getting started.”

Just getting started?

That can’t be.

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