Page 142 of Accidental Husband
I dig my fingers into his ass.
He slides his hand down my torso. Takes my nipple between his first two fingers.
It's harder than before.
So hard it aches.
In the best possible way.
My gaze shifts to the mirror.
I watch him work.
He rocks his hips, pushing deeper and deeper.
Again and again.
I groan against his cock.
He tugs at my hair.
He fills my mouth with long, deep thrusts.
I'm not in control anymore. I'm the one under his thumb. But I really fucking like being under his thumb.
His eyelids press together. "Fuck." He rocks his hips, driving his cock into my mouth.
I press my tongue against the bottom of his shaft.
Suck on him as he fills me with those same steady thrusts.
His fingers knot in my hair.
My nails scrape his skin.
His lids get heavy.
I watch pleasure spread over his face. Then my gaze shifts to the mirror.
I watch Griff drive into my mouth again and again.
"Fuck, Jules." He tugs at my hair.
With his next thrust, he pulls back.
His cock pulses as he spills onto my chest.
He groans my name as he comes.
His gaze stays heavy. Even as he dresses, cleans me up, helps me into my clothes.
He stares at me like I'm everything he wants.
It occurs to me for the first time.
Maybe I am.
Maybe this can happen.
