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If I were an eighteen-year-old virgin, the sight might intimidate me—although I'll never understand why that Susie girl had to be so cruel to Griffen—but I'm not a young girl.
I'm a fucking woman.
And Griffen's huge dick is taunting me with its thick girth, unreal length—is that ten inches?—and the gleam of fluid spilling from its broad head.
I've never been particularly fond of blowjobs.
Haven't given many.
But with Griffen?
I want to erase those bad memories and replace them with this: my touch, my reaction to his definitelynotfreakish dick.
“You're magnificent.” The words are an exhalation of praise. A promise to appreciate him for everything he is.
“You don't have to say that. I know it's—Fuck! Heidi!”
Right, I’mrecalibrating his thinking, which means no more insults from this man about his body.
Fucking Susie.
If I ever meet that woman, and let’s face it, it’s a small town, our running into each other is highly likely, I’ll be sure to give her a piece of my mind.
I’m only able to fit about half of his cock in my mouth at first, vowing internally to practice slowly easing him down my throat like a fucking pro, but until then, I wrap a hand around his base, mouth and palm working in tandem.
“Goddamn, you look so pretty on your knees for me, baby.”
That’s more like it.
Dirty talk, not self-slander.
Moaning, I increase my efforts, determined to please Griffen. Saliva slicks down my chin as my jaw begins to ache, and an echoing ache throbs between my thighs.
“Fuck… I can’t believe how well you’re taking me,” he rasps. “Your lips are stretched so wide. All I can imagine is how well your pussy will stretch for me. Maybe youcantake me, huh, Heidi baby?”
Unable to nod in agreement, I suck hard at his tip instead, my tongue lapping at the gush of precum.
It's not long before he roars with satisfaction and jets of cum overflow my mouth. I try my damnedest to swallow most of his release, but the man’s a giant—giant dick, giant balls—there’s no way I can catch every last drop.
Once Griffen shudders a final time, I carefully let his cock slip free, tuck him back into his boxer briefs and jeans, thenswipe the back of my hand over my mouth. Judging by the cool wetness on my chin, it doesn’t do much.
“Here, let me.” Griffen sheds his flannel and uses the hem to gently wipe away his cum and my spit.
I want to make a joke about him being a true gentleman, but I don’t.
Because it's the truth.
Kind and tender. He makes me feel cared for. Seen. Respected.
And no other man could be better.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
GRIFFEN
It's Moving Day for Gramps, and all the Caldwells and their significant others are at the cabin hauling boxes out to trucks and preparing for the small trip to Golden Living.
These past few weeks have been a study in contrast.
