Page 102 of Playing Hard to Hate
“I’m going to touch you now, Tate,” he groaned, just as one finger slipped between my lips, and we both heard just how wet I was. “Fucking hell, you’re so wet,” he groaned again, and I wanted to come from just one finger. “I’m going to destroy this tight, wet pussy, Tate. You will only ever want my cock after tonight. Are you ready for that?”
In my wildest dreams, I never imagined he’d be this confident, this commanding. The way he took control, the intensity in his voice, it excited me in ways I couldn’t even put into words. He was nothing like I expected, and I couldn’t help butbe drawn in deeper.
“Fin, I’ve only ever wanted you,” I whispered, and he groaned again, a deep rumble from his chest.
“Careful, kitten,” he warned.
“Scared I might sink my claws in you and never let go?” I teased as he added another finger, making me gasp at the intrusion in the most delicious way possible.
“The only thing scary about you is that it feels right.”
His hands were steady, his touch sending waves of heat through me. Each movement was deliberate, purposeful, like he was memorizing every inch of me. I never imagined it would feel like this, so raw, intense, but gentle all at once. My heart raced, my body betraying me in the best possible way.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Beautiful like the only flower in a desert.”
I smiled, looking away for a split second, but when I looked back up, we locked eyes for what felt like an eternity. I couldn’t tell if this was actually happening or if it was another dream. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. It sent a shiver down my spine.
And, for the first time, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Everything I had gone through led me here, tohim.
Every emotion possible was flooding me in the most breathtaking way. “I want you to come, Tate. Come all over my fingers,” he whispered, his fingers stroking out my first orgasm from a man. I thrashed against this touch, my whole body on fire as his name fell from my lips on a never-ending moan. He pulled his fingers from my pulsing pussy, the aftershocks of my first orgasm rolling through me as he brushed his lips against my cheek and slowly approached my ears, sending shockwaves through my brain.
I felt the energy off his body radiate through mine. “Tell mewhen it’s too much. We can go as slow as you want,” he whispered.
He was giving me the lead.
Did I go on top?
Do I touch it? His cock?
A rush of emotions came over me as I just blushed, my nerves getting the better of me. Still brushing against me, he began to take my hand and gently placed it above his stiff, hard cock. Electric shocks shot through my arms yet again.
Every touch was as if he was bringing another part of my body to life. His lips trailed down my neck to my breasts. His hot breath sent chills down my spine and across my skin. Goose bumps spread all over my body as he slowly placed the tip of his big, hard cock at the entrance of my pussy, sliding it back and forth over my wet lips in a slow motion.
The covers slowly slid higher up as he covered our bodies, cocooning us in our own warmth. Griffin was on top of me, invading every single one of my senses until he was all I could think of and feel.
Time froze for a few seconds as I stared at his beautiful hair, sinking my fingers into its short length.
His lips ever so slightly pressed against my lips. So warm. So perfect. He slid his cock inside so slowly. There was a buildup of pressure, a pain I couldn’t escape as he continued to invade my most private area.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he moaned as he pushed further inside. I wanted to scream, beat against his chest, and beg him to stop, but I knew this was going to hurt.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, and he pressed a kiss on my temple. “You’re so beautiful, Tate. So perfect.” He stilled, letting me get adjusted to his length, to the feel of him inside me.
He kissed up and down my neck and slipped a finger down to my clit where he flicked it softly.
I began to shake, and I knew I was about to orgasm.
“Come, baby. Come all over my cock,” he growled, voice low, and I exploded.
“You okay?” he asked.
I could barely muster the energy to reply. All I could think about was wanting him to make me come again. My body was spiraling out of control.
I grabbed his back, nails digging into his skin. “I’m okay. Please do it again.”
His big cock slowly glided against the walls of my pussy, slowly moving back and forth, ever so slightly, to get more depth, sinking deeper with every thrust.
“Tate, fuck, you…you’re so tight.”
