Page 27 of Property of Grifter
“Well, I’ve basically just gotten into town.I’m not sure you can call it my room,” I tell her at once.
“You guys need a good house cleaner,” she grumbles, walking over to the table that’s housing a huge television and raking her finger through the dust.
This was probably the old president’s room.I’m not much on having a television in the bedroom.I will be doing other things with my woman in this room, but it works for the movie night I promised her.I’m not going to lie, though.I’m hoping I can convince her to surrender to the fire that is burning between us.
“The girls in the club are supposed to clean and cook to earn their money and a roof over their heads,” I explain, rubbing the back of my neck.I’m hesitant to even bring that up after the run in with Daisy in the hall.
“I would have figured they were earning their keeps on their backs,” she mutters under her breath.I probably shouldn’t but I smile.
“I wouldn’t know, but I do know things are going to have to change now that I’m here.”
“Daisy is a bimbo who is obviously lacking more than a few brain cells, but she’s not wrong Griffin.This town has never accepted me, and your men won’t either.Heck a couple already don’t,” she tells me sounding dejected.
“Baby, I’m a grown ass man?—”
“Griffin, I’m not even sure Iwantthem to accept me.I’m not part of this world.I like you?—”
“Just like?”I prod, needing her to admit to what is between us.
She shakes her head but gives me a tiny smile.“I like you a lot,” she says, shaking her head.“But having my boyfriend?—”
“I’m not a fucking boy.I’ve claimed you as my old lady, Georgia.You may not understand how big that is.I thought I explained it but let me just remind you again if you don’t get it.In my world, declaring you as my old lady is like standing in front of a preacher in yours and saying I do.”
I watch as shock hits her, but she shakes it off and crosses her arms looking at me.“Well, sorry,Griffy, but I don’t exactly want myhusbandin a world where he works in what essentially is the set of a seventies porn movie minus the pizza delivery guy and the women having hairy hoo-hahs!”
I stare at her in shock, then I lean into her with my shoulder, packing her over it and walking to the bed.I toss her on the bed and grin as she looks up at me like I’m a crazy man and I guess I am.Since meeting Georgia, the whole world has gone crazy, making me feel alive in a way I never have in my life.
I pin her down on the bed, using the weight of my body as I straddle her, letting my knees sink into the mattress, taking my weight.I pull her hands above her head, capturing both her wrists in one hold.I use my free hand to push her hair from her face and gently cup the side of her face.“I love this fire inside of you, Georgie,” I purr, so turned on that every breath I take feels heavy in my lungs.
“Griff …” Her voice is a cross between a plea and a whimper of need, doing nothing to cool my desire.
I kiss her then, not able to stop myself even if my life depended on it.The minute her lips part, I thrust my tongue inside, ravaging her mouth with an intensity that is probably scaring the hell out of her, but I can’t stop it.Our tongues dance together, as I claim her in the most basic of ways.I will own her mouth, and then the rest of her body.I won’t stop until I hear her sweet voice admitting that she belongs to me.Right now, that’s the only thing I want in this world.
The kiss feels like it goes on for hours and while I know that’s not true, when we break apart the oxygen I breathe in settles in my burning lungs.The kiss was so intense that I feel like I’ve ran a marathon.I take my hand—which I apparently used to grab her breast and torture her nipple while we kissed—and move it down to cup between her legs and press against her in the place I want to bury my dick deep inside.“I can’t fuck you until you learn how to ask for what you want, baby.”
“Griffin …”
I let go of her long enough to push her short-ass skirt up and then, I press my hand against her black silk panties.“This is your pussy, and it’s hot, wet, and made to fit my cock and mine alone, Georgie.”
“Oh God,” she moans, her head going back as her body quivers beneath me.I smile as I feel how wet her panties are, along with the fact they are getting wetter every second.
“Look at me, Georgie,” I growl, afraid I’m going to cum in my fucking jeans before she even touches me.Slowly she tilts her head and opens those beautiful blue eyes to stare at me.“You’re mine.I don’t want another woman.I don’t care if there was an army of women naked and on their knees begging for my cock, they wouldn’t get it.I want you.Just you.I need you to understand that.You’re mine and I’m yours.Say it.”
“Th … There are things you don’t know about me.Things you may not?—”
“I’ve heard the rumors.I don’t really give a fuck.What you need to know is I don’t believe in that shit?—”
“Griffin—”
“But even if everything they say is true, I don’t fucking care.Hell, woman, you could fly into the compound on a fucking broomstick, and I’d just want to fuck you on it.”
“You could get tired of me and then?—”
I let her hands go to bring one of them down to my crotch, flattening it so her fingers and palm are pressed against the very hard ridge of my cock.“Does that feel like I’m going to get tired of you?Hell, baby, I don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring.What I do know is that I love being around you.I feel alive when we’re together in a way that I haven’t in fucking years—if ever.I don’t just want you in my life, Ineedyou.I figure if this feeling is so intense already, it will only get stronger.”
“Or it could burn out just as quickly,” she counters, trying to be the sane one of us and use caution.I can’t wait to fuck that out of her, too.
“Or we could grow old together and fill the house with kids for Nana to spoil,” I argue, kissing her again.I don’t let this one go where I want it to.I want her to hear what I’m saying to her.If I can’t make her agree, I’ll use sex to get her to agree.When it comes to Georgia, I’ll do anything to get her to give in.
