Page 88 of What If I See You

Fucking.

Balls.

The mere sound of his raspy baritone voice coupled with the knowledge that he wants me and only me sends a wildfire of lust through my body.

He wants me.

And I want him.

I don’t know how this is my life but I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.

Keeping his eyes locked with mine, I bring my hands to the zipper of his jeans and make quick work of tugging them down along with his black boxer briefs, freeing his cock.

His very large, very excited cock.

Mr. Rainbow, who?

“Lake, what are you?—”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before I’m on my knees sheathing the head of his cock with my mouth.

“Fuck.” His chest rumbles when he groans. Watching me, his hand pushes through my hair to hold it back for me while giving himself the view he desires. I slide my lips down his length, rolling his balls in my hand, and swirl my tongue around his shaft, my eyes peeking up to find his. “Jesus, Naughty. You are a sight for sore eyes with my cock in your mouth like this.”

I tighten my lips around him, pulling back and then sucking him back in, taking in his length until he hits the back of my throat. And then I do it all again.

“Fucking hell. Just like that,” he says, encouraging me as I pleasure him.

I pick up my pace just a bit, driving him crazy as he wraps my hair around his hand and tugging it just enough to let me know he wants to take control.

And I’ll let him.

Because when all is said and done, Griffin Ollenberg is mine.

To have and to hold.

From this day forth.

“Mother fucking hell…” Griffin breathes. “If fucking your tight cunt is anything like fucking this sweet mouth…”

The sound that comes out of me at his words is part whimper, part moan. What I wouldn’t give to have this cock between my legs right now. Every lick, every suck, every pulse of his cock inside my mouth is soaking me. I’m dying for relief of my own but this cock is mine and I’ll be damned if I don’t claim his every drop to show him that.

I grab the base of his cock, squeezing it in my grasp and then quicken my pace, my lips working over his shaft faster, and with more pressure.

“Shit, Layken.” The sound of my actual name in the throes of passion brings a smile to my face. “You’re going to make me come, babe.” I slide a hand behind him, palming his ass cheek and pulling him into me, begging for the feel of the thrust.

“You want me to fuck your mouth, Naughty?”

“Mmmm,” I moan, my eyes meeting his, and grin. “Yes please!”

He tugs my hair back, lifting my head a few inches, and then thrusts his hips forward, pushing his hardened length to the back of my throat as I open wide for him.

“Fuck, Layken,” he growls. “I’m coming down that sweet throat and you’re going to swallow like a good fucking girl.”

I can’t respond with words, but I refuse to let up. My cheeks hollow as he thrusts himself between my lips at a frenzied pace until his balls tighten, his cock stiffens, and he explodes inside me, his cum filling my mouth.

“Ah, fuck. Shit.”

I swallow every last drop because he’s right, I am a good fucking girl, and then I gaze up at him and say the only word I need to say with his cock still in my hand. “Mine.”

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