Page 54 of No Going Back
Was she brave enough to answer that? Brave enough to use the same blunt words he did? The ones that sent desire shooting straight to her pussy and always had her nipples pulling tight.
Maybe not, but she was going to attempt it anyway.
“I’m getting ready to wrap my lips around your cock.” She spread open his unfastened jeans and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, just beside where the tip of his rigid dick pressed against the soft fabric, a spot of wetness collecting in the cotton.
The sight made her bolder. Braver.
“Do you want that?” She pulled at the elastic, stretching it away from his body as she reached for him, sliding her fingers along his hot skin. “For me to suck you off?”
Griffin groaned as she gripped him, pulling the hard line of his cock from the confines of his pants. The sound was rough and ragged. Like he had no power to stop it from breaking free.
It was an appealing thought. One that made her feel wicked and seductive in a way she’d never felt before. Seductive enough that she kept her eyes on his face as she parted her lips and guided him between them.
“Christ.” Griffin’s rough hands curved against her head but didn’t pull at her as he watched her swallow him down inch by inch. “You look real fucking good sucking my cock, Di.”
She took in as much of him as she could manage, pausing a second before pulling back, sucking just a little, fighting the urge to smile as Griffin groaned again.
It was becoming clear she didn’t really understand all sex could offer a woman. Up until Griffin showed up she didn’t believe it offered much of anything at all. But then he proved her wrong, offering up more orgasms than another person had ever given her.
And that was great. Fantastic even.
But this…
This was giving that a run for its money.
Dianna pursed her lips, squeezing him tight as she pushed over him again, gliding her tongue against the underside of his cock as she gripped his base with one hand and the opening of his jeans with the other.
“Just like that.” Griffin’s hold on her head barely tightened. “Show me how much you can take.”
His words made the ache between her thighs deeper, stronger. Almost unbearable.
She pressed one hand against it, trying to ease the need as she rocked over him, her mouth making wet sounds as she moved faster.
Griffin’s eyes darkened as they shifted to where her hand was wedged between her thighs. “Play with your pussy for me.”
His ragged demand was a relief. She was feeling braver in the bedroom, but not quite brave enough to do something like that on her own.
No matter how desperately she wanted to.
Dianna immediately shoved one hand into the waistband of her pants, the thought of touching herself while sucking Griffin’s cock making her thighs clench in anticipation.
“No.” Griffin’s voice was sharp. “Pull them down. I want to see it.”
She paused, keeping her mouth on him as she shoved the stretchy fabric down her thighs, hesitating just a second before reaching for her slick flesh.
TWENTY
GRIFFIN
HE WAS GOING to die and it would be all her fault. This woman was sending every bit of the blood in his body rushing from his brain to his dick, leaving him with nothing to function on.
It might be worth it.
Dianna was definitely a little on the inexperienced side when they met, but she sure as shit wasn’t letting that hold her back now, proving just how dangerous she could be. How easily she could steal every bit of power he pretended to have and leave him fighting for his life.
Because it wasn’t just his brain suffering right now. His jaw was twitching from being clenched so tight. His arms were aching with the restraint it took to keep from dragging her mouth closer. His eyes were on fire since he hadn’t blinked in what felt like forever.
But he didn’t want to miss a second of this. He wanted to burn the sight of Dianna like this into his memory, making sure it stayed there forever.
