Page 21 of Seven Nights

Griffin

Katelyn’s voiceis stuck somewhere between pain and pleasure. I know I can bring her to climax alternating the two sensations. Reaching lower, I find the swollen pearl of her clit where it hides within the hood. I roll it, nudge it left and right, my gaze on her hips as they track my manipulations. I feel the jerky throb of her clit, listen to her breathing. I wait…wait…and then I squeeze, grinding down that little ball of pleasure between my thumb and index finger.

She gasps, her entire body locked in a straining quiver.

I continue to pinch the nodule, my other hand releasing Katelyn’s hair to pull on the nightstand’s drawer and remove a condom. I open the package one-handed and smooth the latex down my erection while I continue teasing her pussy.

I pinch, I roll, attacking, retreating, keeping her right at the edge. Katelyn breathes in hard, moist pants, every muscle in her body tense and trembling with anticipation.

Releasing her clit, I move behind her, grip the wild hips and jerk her onto my cock. She tightens around me, resisting the freight train already powering through her.

She starts to buck.

I draw her up, wrap my fingers around her neck and lightly squeeze.

“Not yet, Kate.” I squeeze a little harder, enough to redden her skin without marking it. “My pussy, remember. You come when I say you can.”

“Yes.”

“You want to play games," I say, giving another squeeze, my lips against her neck as I slowly thrust in and out. “I want to train you. Incompatible goals, pet.”

“No games,” she relents.

She is gasping for air, so close to the edge I can no longer deny her. I push her torso flat against the bed, grab her ass, slide in deep and hold my position.

I growl at her. “Come for me, Kate.”

I slide out, back in again, every movement tight and slow, calculated to ensure she feels the heavy drag of my cock as her pussy lashes and coils around me. I close my eyes, let myself feel each sensation in equal measure until the contractions in her uterus become hard and fast, magnifying those running through her sweet cunt.

I watch her come, one side of her face pressed against the mattress and the other open to my inspection. Her eyes glaze over, her cheek as red as if I’d slapped her. Micro breaths leave her hard and fast. Her hips jerk, every muscle inside her tight channel hugging and milking my cock as she climaxes.

I breathe with her, just as hard, just as fast, my body waiting to unleash until she screams my name.

“Griffin!” she cries out, raw and throaty.

My balls jerk, my stomach clenching as my cock rears up inside her and semen leaves me in thick, surging pulses.

I fall forward, catching myself with on hand against the mattress before my weight can land on her. I take a few settling strokes, breaking Katelyn down into a series of whimpers and moans before I pull free.

Rolling to the side of the bed, I take a second to rid myself of the condom then reach for my pants.

“Griffin…” She touches my arm, her hand as soft and hesitant as her voice.

I don’t need to look at her to know her thoughts—but I look anyway. She wants me to stay, her gaze pleading for me not to leave her bed. I want to kiss her, want to roll her onto her back and fuck her with my chest sliding against those luscious breasts, my hands cupping her face as I stare into the hazel eyes.

I want to be weak. I want to let her have power over me and surrender to the need clearly written across the expressive features.

Not happening.

I slide into my pants, stand and quickly fasten them. When I look at her again, she has just finished swiping at her flushed cheek. But I see the moisture that was there, luminescing in the room’s pale light. I bend, cup the side of her head and erase the evidence of her tear with a tongue-curling kiss against the spot. Then I drag my shirt on and slip into my loafers.

Stopping at the room’s threshold, I lift my chin toward the box I brought with me.

“Open it when I'm gone.”

“What's inside?”

She is stalling. The attempt normally would make me smile. Instead, it makes me sorry I have to leave. Guilt forces a vague and unhelpful answer.

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