Page 32 of No Going Back
Or, in a more likely scenario, wouldn’t get her off.
Luckily, Griffin was not one of those men. In what felt like less than a heartbeat, she was coming, grabbing a hold of anything within reach for stability as her body spun out of control.
Her limbs went limp as Griffin lifted his head, using one hand to wipe down his face, a smug smile settling on his lips as he reached the other up to tease the nipple he rescued from the confines of her nightgown earlier. “Don’t look relaxed, Di. I’m not finished with you yet.”
He moved his hand down her body, fingers teasing along her slit before spearing inside. “I want to feel your pretty little cunt squeeze me tight.”
Every muscle in her lower half clenched at his words. Griffin’s dirty mouth was starting to be less shocking than it was initially, which meant the only lingering reaction it caused was lust.
She knew Griffin found her attractive, but hearing just how much he wanted her lined up a few of the cracks she’d been struggling to repair. It made her feel stronger. Braver. Bolder. “Then why are you wasting time?”
The blue of his eyes darkened as his focus sharpened on her face. “It’s a good thing I don’t have to worry about you distracting me anymore, Dianna.” He shoved down his shorts, freeing the rigid length of his dick before giving it a few pumps with his fist. “Because it would be real fucking easy for me to pay attention to only you.” In one swift move, he lined his body to hers and sank deep. Filling her so fast and so completely it stole her breath. “And I’m pretty sure I would never get enough of you.” He hooked his arms under her legs, gripping her thighs as he pulled her closer, scooting her ass off the end of the couch as he continued to fuck her with deep, consuming thrusts. “Or this perfect pussy.”
Up until now she’d felt lucky if an orgasm accidentally snuck its way into her sexual encounters, but when Griffin settled his thumb on her clit she was racing toward a second climax, unable and unwilling to contain the pleasure he brought.
Because she fucking deserved it.
Griffin’s free hand traveled up to slide across her face, two fingers pressing between her lips to thrust against her tongue as his hips bounced against the fullness of her ass. “Suck.”
It was impossible to ignore his sharp command—not that she wanted to—and Dianna pursed her lips and sucked, licking against his skin.
“Just like that.” Griffin’s voice was raspy and tight as his thrusts became sharper. “Someday I’m going to let you suck my cock just like that.” He leaned close, the scrape of his short beard rough against her cheek. “Would you like that? To get on your knees for me?”
Apparently words could cause orgasms because Griffin’s questions sent one ripping right through her, making Dianna groan around his fingers as he slammed into her with unerring consistency. The clench of her pussy was barely calming when he pulled free, sliding his cock between them, thrusting against her belly twice before heat spilled over her skin, sinking into the fabric of the nightgown tangled around her body.
She struggled to catch her breath as Griffin carefully eased back, letting her slide the rest of the way off the couch and onto the floor, wedging them against the coffee table.
His eyes dragged down her body, lingering over where he’d made a mess of her front. He pushed to his knees, peeling off his shirt. He held it out. “Here. Change into this.”
She eyed the offering, a little unsure, but the rapidly cooling stick plastering her robe to her body and the bonelessness of her legs made the decision easy. With only a tiny hesitation she lifted away her nightgown and robe, peeling them free. “You’re going to run out of shirts if you keep giving them to me.”
Griffin watched intently as she wiggled into the warm cotton. “I’ll buy more.”
TWELVE
GRIFFIN
“YOU DO KNOW it’s too early to be working this hard, right?” Dianna peeked at him through the open front doorway, a plate balanced on each hand.
Griffin straightened, stepping away from the tiles he was sifting through after finding one of the boxes was completely shattered. “Hey.” He glanced around the mess of his house, looking for a spot that seemed clean enough for her to be. “You probably shouldn’t come in here. It’s a mess.”
Dianna shot him a grin, confidently stepping across the threshold. “I am too, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine.” She held out one of the plates. “Based on all the take-out containers stacked in your garbage cans, I figured you don’t have a functioning kitchen. So, I brought you breakfast.”
Griffin glanced at his filthy hands, wiping them down his jeans before carefully taking the plate, making sure he didn’t accidentally touch any of the food with his grimy fingers. “I’ve got a microwave, but I got tired as hell of frozen burritos.”
Dianna rolled her eyes on a sigh as she held out a fork. “No one should eat frozen burritos all the time.”
Griffin took the fork, his stomach growling at the prospect of a home-cooked meal. “It wasn’t all the time.” He stabbed a bite of sausage gravy covered biscuit. “Sometimes I ate noodle cups.”
Dianna shook her head as she peeked around his shoulder. “You know they sell hot plates.” She stepped around him, her eyes moving over the large entryway containing most of his tile and flooring.
“See, that would only be useful if I knew how to cook more than microwave burritos and noodle cups.” He shoved in the bite and nearly groaned. “Damn this is good.”
“Says the man who existed on noodles and frozen burritos.” Dianna peeked into the large room to the left of the foyer. “Have you gotten a lot done since you moved in?”
His next bite stalled out, suspended right in front of his mouth. “You can’t tell?”
He’d been busting his ass for over a month and had been making pretty good headway on the place.
