Page 67 of Beyond The Break

“Please,” he begs, “show me what it was you imagined I was doing to you.”

“Why?” I ask, my voice weak as I start to give in to the neediness that my body is begging for, that he’s begging for.

“I want to watch you come.”

“Why?” I ask again.

“Because.” He spreads my legs, taking turns kissing my inner thighs.

“Because?”

“Because it’s all I can think about, and I want to show you how much better it can get.”

He slowly spreads my legs further apart, revealing my slick wetness to him. His eyes jump up to mine as he curses under his breath. I start to close my legs as I begin feeling self-conscious, but he gently pushes them apart again.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he warns, “you’re too beautiful to feel self-conscious.”

He gently takes my hand and guides it to my sensitive peek, causing me to gasp when my fingers find my clit, not expecting to feel so close to the edge already.

“Show me,” he says, voice strained.

I start to move my hand in a circular motion, pleasure spiking through my body instantly. I fall onto my back and close my eyes, the pleasure intensifying.

“That’s it sunshine, get comfortable.”

When my breathing becomes ragged, he takes a seat on the bed next to me and places his hand on top of mine, stopping me.

My eyes spring open and I look at him questioningly.

“Let me show you something,” he whispers.

He moves my hand in circular motions again but slowly guides it toward my wet entrance. I let out a small gasp as he pushes one of my fingers inside of me.

“I won’t touch you, until you beg me to, but just know there’s nothing I want more than to touch you right now,” he murmurs, bringing his eyes back up to mine as he guides my hand up and down, my finger in and out.

My nipples harden at the raspiness in his voice. “Do it,” I say boldly, shocking myself.

His hand halts mid push as he searches my eyes.

“You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” I reply, pulling my hands out of his grip, “I want you to make me come.”

Griffin leans onto his side, propping himself up with his elbow, as he brings his other hand to my face and pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Beg,” he says, challenge dancing in his eyes as his fingers burn a trail along my lower stomach.

“Please,” I whisper, cheeks burning.

“Please what, sunshine?”

“Please,” I take a deep breath, “make me come.”

“Fuck,” he says in a low voice.

Without hesitation, he lowers his fingers to my clit and the first circle of his fingers sends bolts of electricity shooting through me. I can’t hold in the gasp as he does it again. He lowers his fingers to my entrance and slowly pushes one inside of me as I let out a low groan.

This feels indescribable, better than anything I could ever do. If this is what he’s able to do with his fingers, I can’t even begin to imagine what he can do with his cock.

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