I nodded again as he eased his hard cock into my pussy. “Thought you weren’t going slow.” I teased just as he thrust his hips, his cock filling me in one fluid motion. My jaw dropped as pleasure, unlike anything I’d ever felt before, coursed through my body.
“Coming all over my cock already?” He groaned, slowly thrusting in and out of my pussy.
“Harder, Griff, please,” I whimpered, needing more from him. Needing something I wasn’t sure what to ask for.
He leaned forward, one hand grabbing both my wrists, the other wrapping around my throat.
“Come again.”
I didn’t think it worked like this. Maybe it was the twist of his hips or the way his voice dripped with so much desire that it consumed me. I came with a scream, my body writhing beneath his hold.
He thrust harder, hitting a spot inside me that caused fireworks to erupt in my mind and my eyes to fall closed. I couldn’t keep them open if I wanted, and watching his dark eyes roam over my body, over my breasts that bounced with every hard thrust, was too much for me to handle.
“Beg me, kitten. Fucking beg.”
“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what the hell I was begging for when I was so full, my body twitching with pleasure.
“Again, Tate. Let me hear you.” He let go of my neck and wrists as he hovered above me, slamming his hips into me harder and faster with every thrust. I wrapped my arms around his back, nails biting into his skin as I clawed at his back just like he wanted.
“Please fuck me, Griffin. Please, baby. Please!” I screamed as I came again, and he groaned in approval.
I could hear just how wet he was making me with every slide of his hard cock, and just when I thought I couldn’t possibly come again, he showed me the impossible.
“Come, baby. Come all over my cock.”
I did as I was told, my body bending to his every whim.
“Fuck, Tate. Fuck, baby. Fuck.” He groaned, dropping his forehead to mine as he pumped his hot cum into my pussy.
“Again,” I whispered a minute later, my mind and body wired. I needed more.
He chuckled quietly, pulling out of me and rolling onto his back. “Give me five minutes, kitten.”
We spentthe rest of the afternoon exploring, swimming, and soaking up the sun. But it was the evening that really set the tone for the kind of trip this would be. Griffin had arranged a private beachfront dinner, and I had to admit, sitting under the stars with nothing but the sound of the ocean and his deep, rumbling laughter was enough to make me forget every bad thing that had happened in the last month.
One cocktail turned into two. Two turned into four. By the time we stumbled back to our bungalow, we were both tipsy, giggling like teenagers as we kicked off our shoes.
I hadn’t had fun like this inyears.
“I think we need another drink,” I declared, flopping onto the bed.
Griffin groaned, rolling onto his back. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Don’t be dramatic.” I grinned, crawling over him. “You can handle one more.”
He exhaled heavily, but the mischievous glint in his eyes gave him away. “Fine. One more.”
That’s how we ended up at the resort’s bar, where the bartender introduced us to some ridiculous flaming shots. I barely remembered what was in them, but I knew one thing for sure. They werestrong.
Somewhere between shot number three and Griffin tugging me onto the dance floor, things got blurry. I remembered laughingso hard my stomach hurt, Griffin twirling me around, my arms wrapped around his neck as we swayed to music that I barely registered. It was hot, our skin damp with sweat from the humid air, but it didn’t matter. Nothing seemed to matter, except for Griffin.
The next morning,we woke up tangled in the sheets, my mouth dry and a piercing pain in my head.
“Coffee. I need coffee,” Griffin grumbled, throwing an arm over his head to block the sunlight that streamed into our massive room.
“I need food. What time is breakfast over?” I got out of the comfy bed and stumbled to the bathroom into the hot shower.
“An hour. Make it quick, babe,” Griffin whispered, slipping into the shower with me.
