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thankin' myself for leaving the curtains open enough, I could clearly see him unbutton his jeans and tug them off, leaving him in black boxers. He pulled the sheet down a bit and hopped into the bed next to me, lying on his back.
    “Um—”
    “Don't start, sweetheart; let's just sleep.”
    “But—”
    “Darlin', I don't want to fight.”
    “Why aren't you in the room with your daughter?” I asked, and yes, still with Vinny waiting patiently at my entrance.
    “I don't know if you noticed, but there was only her bed in there.”
    “I have other spare rooms.”
    “Yeah, with that much shit in there, no one could fuckin' breathe.”
    “Griz, I really don't think this is a good idea,” I stated, even though I was ready to throw Vinny away, jump onto Griz's rhythm stick and go for a ride.
    “Too bad, darlin', 'cause I ain't movin'.”
    He rolled onto his side so his back was toward me. What in the hell was I supposed to do now? I had a hot male—who was tired and seemed in a mood—sleeping next to me, while I lay with my legs apart and my vibrator ready for the green go-sign.
    Decisions, decisions.
    Can I continue in what I so want and need? Or should I do the proper thing and put Vinny away for another night.
    To hell with it .
    My hoo-ha yelled in victory.
    Flippin' the switch, Vinny buzzed to life, and with one thrust forward I moaned as he slipped into my willing, wet pussy.
    “What the fuck?!” Griz yelled. It was in seconds, I was sure, that he'd flipped over to face me, went up on his giant, muscular, tattooed arm and threw the covers back with his other hand. “W-what?” He looked down at Vinny, and then up at me with a look of lust, anger and desire all in one.
    “Well, you fuckin' came in at the wrong time, and there is no way I'm willing to stop,” I supplied.
    In my little rant, my hand moved Vinny and a groan left my lips. I arched off the bed and settled down, only to open my eyes to meet the hooded grey stare of Griz.
    “Fuck,” he hissed.
    In yet another second, he was off the bed and over in the corner of the room.
    “Y-you can't do that shit while I'm in here.” He glared and then looked away to the floor.
    “Bullshit. It's my room; you came in here, so suffer the consequence.” I giggled, but it quickly turned into a moan as Vinny hit just the right spot.
    “Jesus!” Griz groaned.
    I found that I was turned on even more than usual having Griz in the room and watching me with hungry, but pained eyes. I pulled Vinny out, only to push him back in swiftly, and hissed when he reached that wonderful spot inside of me again.
    I opened my eyes as I pulled Vinny out and laid him against my clit. My breath hitched; I knew I was close.
    It was the fastest I would ever been able to make myself come in my whole life.
    But I wasn't ready quite yet.
    I needed to play with Griz a little more.
    Moving Vinny away, I looked over at Griz, who was still standing in the corner with a tent in his boxers watching me. “You could come and join me?” I whispered to the quiet room.
    He shook his head. “W-we can't do this, princess.”
    I pouted. “And why the fuck not? It's obvious you want me, and I've been forward enough to let you know I'd do you. So what's stopping you?”
    “My child in the other room,” he growled.
    Pulling the sheet over me, I shook my head and said, “No, I don't think that's it. 'Rents have sex all the time with their children in the house. It's something else, but what?”
    “You're too young,” he said.
    I scoffed, “Get over it.” Throwing the sheet back off me, I grabbed Vinny tightly and plunged him into my still-wet pussy. A moan filled my mouth as I grabbed my breast and arched. “Oh, God, Griz. You better hurry before I come.”
    “Shit,” he uttered and then cleared his throat. “Darlin', you better fuckin' stop.”
    “Hell, Griz. I can't. It feels so good, babe.” Vinny and I were having the time of our lives as he slid back and forth into my moist