Page 16 of Seven Nights

“Stroke it.”

Wrapping both hands around the shaft, I gently tug. He rocks back and forth on his heels as I pull and relax over and over. His hands find my nipples again, rolling and pinching the sensitive buds. He draws them taut. My head snaps back, my hands freeze. He holds the tips straining and extended as my eyes roll up from the pure pleasure of what Montgomery is doing.

“You like a little pain,” he murmurs.

I fight to find my voice. He pinches a little harder, pulls a little tighter.

“Katelyn?”

“Yes,” I moan at last.

“Surprised?”

Damn, he sounds so sexy. I drop my head forward to meet his gaze before answering.

“Yes.”

His smile tells me that the answer pleases him. Releasing my breasts, he puts one hand on my hip. The other runs a line down to my mound. The back of his knuckles lightly stroke the dark silk of pubic hair before he slides two fingers inside me. Finding that spongy knot he teased earlier, he takes short, firm strokes.

Throat and pussy constricting in unison, I mewl.

“Mmm…pet, you like that.”

God, yes! I’ll even let him call me “pet” again if he keeps his fingers inside me.

Stepping closer, he bends to kiss my neck. “Such a hot little pussy, Kate.”

I groan, lift my legs and lock them behind his back.

“Take me. Please.”

“This tight hole?” He sluices a third finger into me, the triangle’s girth only half as big as his cock.

“Griffin…please.” I dig my heels into his butt, my strong legs drawing our bodies closer.

“Should I let you come when I fuck you?”

I growl, the sound no fiercer than a puppy’s. I try to kiss him. He evades me, his hand leaving my hip to coil in my hair and control my head. His fingers withdraw. The knuckles brush against my inner thigh as he positions his cock. The fat head begins to stretch me.

Holding onto my hair with one hand, he presses the other against my bottom, pulling me forward, his cocking surging inward to penetrate me.

“Should I let you come?” he repeats.

Fuck! He has me right there at the edge, has to know I’m less than a stroke from unleashing all over him.

“Please…”

He pulls back, almost out, the thick head hooking inside my tight opening.

“I don’t think so,” he torments.

I squirm. My cunt locks down on him, my muscles squeezing and rolling the length of his shaft with a silent plea to let me climax.

He rocks his hips—a little forward, a little back. The seesawing forces another whimper from me.

“Good pets get to come.”

“I’ll be good.” My eyes glisten from the ache he is creating, an ache that touches everywhere. “I promise I’ll be good.”

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