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like torturing me by only wanting me to hold you in this outfit, or you’ve
changed your mind.” His eyes were hot with desire, with lust. For her. All for
her. “Please, God, tell me you’ve changed your mind.”
    She wanted to laugh but didn’t have the air. She had little
doubt he’d just hold her if that was what she wanted. He was that type of guy.
The one you always prayed you’d find. Most would desire to keep him. She
couldn’t lie, in another life she would have been one of them. But she wasn’t a
forever kind of girl. Hell, she wasn’t sure of much right now, except her need
for him and the desire to feel. Just to feel.
    “I want you.”
    “Thank you, Jesus.” He scooped her up and she wrapped her
arms around his neck to hold on. She wasn’t exactly dainty but he held her as
if she were.
    He laid her on the bed and came over her, taking her mouth
and devouring her. His hands were everywhere. Her bra was there and then it
wasn’t. All she felt was the rub of his chest against her hard nipples and the
groan as he moved from her lips to slide his tongue down her throat.
    “Yes,” she moaned as he moved lower until he parted his lips
over one nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. She arched her back up off
the bed, pressing more of her breast into him and he took it all. One hand
teased her other nipple while his free hand slid lower to grasp her hip.
    He used his entire mouth. Dancing tongue, wicked teeth and
soft lips that wrapped her in perfect suction. He ate her. Licked her. Sucked
and nipped until she swore she could feel an orgasm rising inside her. She’d
always preferred to come with penetration of some kind. A finger, a toy, a
cock. She craved the slide and thrust inside when she got off. At bare minimum,
she wanted some clitoral stimulation to send her over the edge, but he wasn’t
even touching her pussy. Still it spasmed and creamed as orgasm slammed into
her.
    She came with a harsh cry and one leg lifted to wrap over
the top of his as she rocked up into his muscled abs. She rubbed against him,
riding her clit on his flesh and milking the orgasm of every ounce of pleasure.
    “Fuck,” she panted as she gasped for air.
    “Not yet.”
    She’d expected him to strip them both and shove inside her.
Wasn’t that what most men wanted? They got the girl excited and then thrust
their cocks until they found their pleasure. If the girl came, all the better.
Hell, Griff had already gotten her off. But he made no move to fuck her. He
just slid lower until his mouth was over her pussy and she could feel his
breath through her panties.
    “What are you doing?” He couldn’t be doing what she thought
he was. He’d already made her come. She was primed and ready to go. He placed a
hot kiss against the gusset of her panties and had her squirming.
    “I’m going to eat every inch of you just like I said I
would.”
    He wasn’t actually… Oh, god, he was. She almost screamed as
she felt him pull the crotch of her panties aside and felt the hot slide of his
tongue over her pussy lips. The man knew how to make a woman thrash with
pleasure.
    “Griff.” She cried his name, reaching down to fist one hand
in his hair. So thick and long. She loved his hair.
    He tasted her as if she was a favored treat. His tongue
traced the seam of her sex before bumping against her clit and then flicking
and lapping over the distended bud. The fingers holding her panties to the side
slid over and one plunged deep into her wet pussy. Her hips thrust up off the
bed and the fist in his hair was pulling his face closer against her cunt.
    He didn’t disappoint and, somehow, she doubted he ever would
in the bedroom, or whatever room he chose to take a woman in. Within seconds
she was back on the bladed edge with orgasm hovering. She was moaning and
panting, riding his face. Begging. She was begging him to lick her, to suck
her, to get her off. And he did. The man was a god.
    She heard the rip of material and felt