Moving fast, I lift her in my arms again and sit her down on the desk in the corner of the room. Hooking a finger in the side of her panties, I swipe a finger through her already wet pussy.
“Tell me,” I breathe out. “Tell me how bad you want my cock, sweetheart.”
“So bad,” she moans.
Letting her head fall back, I trail kisses down her neck. My lips brush over her pulse pounding hard and fast just below the surface. “Your pussy is begging for me isn’t it.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Take it out,” I whisper into the shell of her ear. “Take it out and show me.”
She reaches between us, unbuttoning my jeans quickly before pushing them to the ground, my boxer briefs right behind them. Instantly her hands wrap around my cock and I can’t help the moan I release against her skin.
“Fuck,” I draw out.
She sits back on the desk, tugging her panties down until they are around her ankles, then kicks them to the side. She lifts a foot to wrap around my waist while reaching up around my neck to pull her to me.
Lining my cock up with her entrance, she sucks in a sharp breath, but my movements still.
“Wait.” I pull back. “I don’t have a condom.”
She cups the sides of my face, her thumbs brushing the scruff that lines my jaw. “I want you, Griffin Barlow. I want all of you and nothing between us.”
“Are you sure? I’m safe.”
“I’m on birth control and I’m safe, too. I was tested twice after I found out about…you know, my past,” she says, clearly not wanting to bring that up right now.
“I haven’t been with anyone else in years,” I admit.
Saying it out loud makes it feel that much more real. Blair isthe first woman I’ve been with since my ex left town years ago. She’s been the first woman to ignite something inside of me that isn’t gloom or painful memories.
“I want all of you, Blair.”
She pulls me into her again, the tip of my cock grazing her entrance. It's so hard that I don’t even need to use my hands to guide it inside of her. With one thrust I bury myself deep inside of her. Her back arches and she falls back on her elbows.
“Oh my god,” she cries out.
I position myself so I can rest both hands on the sides of her, driving in and out of her. Harder and faster until the only sound around us is the echo of wet skin slapping against each other, mixed with her moans.
“So tight,” I rasp. “The way you stretch around me and take my cock like you own it. You’re so fucking perfect.”
“Griffin,” she moans.
I slow my thrusts, but pound into her harder. “Say my name again, Blair.” Another thrust. “Scream it.”
“Griffin,” she shouts again through labored breaths. “Harder. Fuck me like I’m yours. Only yours.”
I give her one more hard thrust before keeping myself buried inside of her full hilt. I lean forward, grazing her lips with mine, our breaths mixing in the small space between.
“Let me make one thing clear,” I say, my lips grazing against her cheek as they move to her ear. “I’myours. You own me.” I grind against her, not pulling out even an inch. Her mouth opens on a sharp inhale, the friction against her clit increasing. “You’ve owned me since the day you moved in, and every single time you got on my nerves after that.”
“Yes,” she moans.
“You have ruined every part of me,” I continue, this time pulling out of her painfully slow until my tip grazes her entrance and then I slam into her again. “And I fully plan to ruin you for anyone else.”
“Ahhh.” Her moan mixes with a scream of pleasure. “Don’t stop. Ruin me, Griffin. I don’t want anyone else, only you.”
The admission almost knocks me off my feet. Lifting my body up, I grip her sides again to give myself the momentum to fuck her hard. Hard enough that she can’t stop the orgasm about to wash over her.
