Page 140 of Accidental Husband
No, I need to make him come.
I really fucking do.
I cup him over his jeans. Even with the denim in the way, I can feel his warmth. His hardness.
I dig my hand into his hair. Tug his head up my body.
He straightens. His eyes meet mine. He stares like I'm everything he needs, then he closes his eyes, and presses his lips to mine.
He claims my mouth with his tongue.
I pull back with a sigh. "I want to suck you off." My cheeks flush. Then my chest. It's a lot harder issuing dirty demands sober. But it's a hell of a lot more thrilling too.
He takes a half step backward. Motions to the mirror. "Watch."
I nod.
"Watch while I come on those pretty tits."
Holy fuck. I… He… We…
"Get on your knees, baby."
My nod is impossibly needy. He's too hot. It's unfair. It's criminal. It's perfect.
Slowly, I lower myself to my knees.
He slides his hand into my hair. Presses his palm to the back of my head. "How do you like it?"
"Huh?" I stare up at him, trying to comprehend the question. I… He… oh my God.
"You like it rough, baby?"
"Oh. Um… I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Yeah. I… um… I was never into it with Jackson."
"You don't have to—"
"I want to." My tongue slides over my lips. I want it, but how the hell do I want it? "Rough. But not too rough."
He nods. "I want you to watch."
I press my palm into his hip.
"Watch as I fuck that pretty mouth."
Holy shit. My sex clenches. I barely manage to unhook his belt.
He stares down at me like I'm the only thing he wants.
I undo his button. Then the zipper.
Griff pushes his jeans to his knees. Then the boxers.
Mmm. He's as big as I remember. And even more inviting.
