Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
If he’d left for work, he didn’t let me know. Now I’d gone a good thirty-six hours, and hadn’t seen nor heard from him.
My one attempt at calling him had taken me straight to voicemail, and I hadn’t tried since.
I’d been at his place and I was unsure of what he wanted from me.
Should I leave?
Wait for him?
At first, I’d tried to wait.
But it became apparent, after six hours, that he wasn’t planning on coming home anytime soon; nor was he planning to call me.
Which got me to thinking.
Why should I wait for him when it was apparent he didn’t want me involved in his activities anyway?
So, after deciding to go home, even after stopping myself from going through the man’s very bare house, I went home and started cleaning.
Then I mowed the lawn. And weeded. And planted a vegetable garden with seeds from three years ago.
After exhausting myself, I’d gone to work. Spent eight hours at work and went straight to sleep once I’d gotten home.
Which led me to now.
I’d just masturbated.
Why? Because I was pissed off, and that always seemed to help me relax. Plus, shouldn’t one try out the products she sells?
It was one in the afternoon, and I was laying in my bed contemplating the merits of getting up against the advantages to staying in bed all day.
I’d just about decided to do it, too, when my front door opened and closed.
I could hear him walking through my house.
Well…kind of.
I could hear him purposefully making noise.
He stopped by my fridge.
Got a Coca-Cola.
Went to the kitchen sink and washed his hands.
Then I heard the bathroom door open, close, the toilet flush, then the sink going again.
Why did he wash his hands when he was going to go to the bathroom anyway?
That made very little sense.
But I was too annoyed to ask him.
Instead, I rolled over onto my side and glared at the door.
I even managed not to gasp when he showed in the doorway buck naked.
“You look rough,” Griffin said by way of hello.
I glared at him.
“You’re supposed to say I’m beautiful, even if I’m not.” I gave him the stink eye.
His eyebrows rose at the annoyance in my voice.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say you’re beautiful. I thought staring at you with my hard cock in my hand was sufficient. I’ll be sure to remember you want hearts and flowers on our first anniversary,” Griffin said, giving his cock a good stroke before he let it go and started to climb up between my thighs.
I wanted to stay mad…I really did.
But the first touch of his lips on the inside of one of my thighs had all of my annoyance and reservations about how he thought it was okay to leave without a word and not check-in for days on end.
What he did next was no less than spectacular.
In fact, it was extremely amazing.
Superb.
Excellent.
His tongue trailed up the inside of my thigh like a snake seeking heat.
And boy did he find the heat.
Once his face was near the apex of my thighs, he inhaled deeply, making me feel like a voyeur watching him about to inhale the finest of five course meals.
And when his tongue touched my clit, I started to squirm.
When his tongue ran the length of my slit, my back bowed off the bed like a woman possessed.
Something he didn’t like since it was taking his meal away from him.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded when his mouth disconnected from my sex.
He shook his head.
“Not a chance. You need to come a few times before I give you my cock,” he laughed, grabbing a hold of my hips and suddenly throwing me onto my stomach.
I flopped to my belly with a startled laugh, but I wasn’t laughing anymore when his rough hands pulled me up to my knees.
Seconds later his entire tongue was buried in my pussy and I was barely holding onto my sanity.
“Griff,” I whispered brokenly. “Please.”
“You want to give me attitude when I haven’t slept in thirty-six hours, that’s fine. While you’re throwing it off, I’ll be fucking it right out of you,” he whispered darkly against my center.
“B-but you’re n-not fucking me!” I said accusingly.
“You want to fuck before you’re ready? You want it rough? You want to not sit for a week? That’s fine. I’ll accommodate you,” he replied, just as annoyed as I was this time.
I heard him roughly tear into the condom and slick it down over his cock in less than three seconds.
Followed moments later by the feel of his cock at my dripping entrance.
Now, Griffin was right about one thing.
Normally, I would’ve been too tight.
Because it was no lie that Griffin had a monster for a cock.
One that would take a lot of preparation on his part and mine to get me ready for.
But I’d just masturbated with the newest toy I’d gotten in yesterday only a few minutes before.
A dildo that had a rotating head and vibrating pearls in the middle that stimulated your G-spot.
And I’d come so hard that I could almost replace Griffin.
Almost.
But my orgasm had left me feeling pleasantly buzzed, and exceptionally wet as well as blissfully ready for anything he wanted to give me.
Something he noticed the second he thrust his cock inside of me to the hilt.
He bottomed out inside of me in one single thrust, something he’d never been able to do before today.
And he knew instantly.
“You masturbated without me, didn’t you?” He accused me, squeezing my ass cheek with one, large hand.
He said it with such affront that I couldn’t help but try to soothe his feathers.
Because he was about to get riled if the tone of his overly calm voice was anything to go by.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I panted, pushing back against him.
He growled.
“You.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “Know.”
I gasped.
“And what’s it to you?” I panted in between thrusts. “You weren’t here for fucking forever, and I couldn’t get ahold of you to tell you I had needs that needed to be met.”
He growled at my answer and slowed down to the leisureliest of thrusts I’d ever felt in my life.