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)
In the next second, Griffin was descending down my body, leaving sexy, wet kisses on my ribs just under my breasts.
Once he reached my belly, he pushed my shirt up and over my breasts, looking up my body as he slowly kissed each hip, one after the other.
Then his mouth moved even further down to my bare sex.
A bare sex that I’d just waxed completely for him.
“I like it,” he growled, then started feasting on me.
My back bowed as he sucked my clit into his mouth, circling the little bundle of nerves with his tongue as he did.
I gritted my teeth and raised my hands to grip a metal object above my head, not bothering to look and see what it was.
Mostly because all of my attention was on how Griffin’s head moved between my legs.
How his lips glistened with my wetness.
How his eyes sparkled as he watched me watch him.
The whole entire thing was fucking erotic as hell, and I couldn’t wait to do this over and over again.
But soon I stopped thinking, as two large fingers sank into my pussy, filling me up as he went deep.
“Mother fucker, you’re ready for me already,” he said roughly.
I nodded my head. “I haven’t had you in a very long time. Stop depriving me.”
He chuckled as he gave my pussy one long, languid lick from anus to clit, then kept moving up my body.
He went up onto his knees as he unbuttoned his pants then pushed them over his hips.
And I swallowed thickly as he pushed them far enough down for his erection and low hanging balls to swing free.
A growl rumbled in his throat as he saw the look on my face once I saw his cock, and he dropped down to a push up position above me, letting his hard dick tease the folds of my sex.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said, pushing into me slightly.
My eyes widened. “Then why’d you let me get this far!” I bellowed.
He smiled.
“You’re my woman?” He asked.
I nodded my head. “I’m your woman.”
“You want my babies?” He asked roughly.
Joy surged through me.
I nodded. “I want nothing more in this world than to have your babies. To be with you for the rest of my life,” I said, placing both of my hands on his bearded cheeks.
I was gifted with a brilliant smile, the same one that’d appeared on his face the moment he saw me riding in the boat towards him, and I loved it just as much now as I did just a few long minutes ago.
With the utmost care, he guided his cock back to my wet entrance, and slowly sank inside.
My eyes widened at the feeling of him so bare and hot inside of me.
He filled me up to the point of pain, and even further to the point where I thought I couldn’t take any more of him.
But I could…and I did.
He leaned forward and placed his mouth on mine, smothering my moan and filling me up until he was completely sheathed inside my heat.
“God,” he gasped, leaning forward to rest his forehead against my temple.
I realized he was being extremely careful not to hurt me in any way.
He knew that my head still pained me.
Also knew that I was supposed to be cautious…and that didn’t surprise me.
The man was extremely good at being in the know.
“Take me,” I pleaded.
He moved his head, his face a line of concentration and determination.
“I’m trying not to blow my load before we’ve even begun,” he said through gritted teeth.
I giggled.
His eyes narrowed.
“Stop moving,” he ordered.
I giggled harder.
Fucking giggled.
Like a teenager.
Luckily, my man thought it was cute as hell.
“Do you know what those pictures did to me?” He asked. “Do you know how fuckin’ sexy you look with my name on your back?”
I shook my head.
He pulled all the way out, until his cock head just barely kissed my entrance, then surged back inside.
I gasped, pussy clenching around him.
He pulled back out, and followed it up with another brutal thrust.
And I came.
I was a two pump chump.
And he didn’t fare any better once he felt my juices start to slicken his way.
He lost control, pumping in and out of me frantically.
Unevenly.
Short. Hard. Shallow, soft.
There was no rhythm at all to his movements as he came, long and hard.
He filled me up completely with his essence, and if we didn’t make a baby right then, I’d be astounded.
With the love the two of us shared, and the way we were so explosive when we came together, there was no way for us not to have created life out of that.
“I love you,” I whispered to him, wrapping my hands around his neck.
He ran his lips along my neck, up my jaw, to settle on my lips.
“I love you back. Over the fuckin’ moon. Past all the motherfuckin’ stars,” he said, locking his gaze with mine.
I snorted.
“That was eloquent.”
He shrugged, lowering himself until I was taking most of his weight.
“Don’t need eloquent. That’s what you’re for,” he said.
I rolled my eyes.
“You’ll have to marry me if you expect me to be your mouthpiece,” I teased.
***
We were married one week later.
My daddy walked me down the aisle.
My mother sat with her idol, Rayleigh Deen, and her husband, in the front row.
I was the happiest ‘Biker Bitch’ on the planet.
Epilogue
What do you marinate your meat in?
-Pussy
Lenore
One week and a day later
“I could totally get used to this marriage thing,” I whispered, rolling over onto my belly and burying my face into the pillow.
Griffin rubbed my ass up and down, laughing as he said, “It’s only been a day. How do you know you’ll like being married to me?”
“Any more nights like the one we just spent together will obviously make me happy. All you have to do is give me one of those once a month, and it’ll be worth it,” I teased.
Griffin snorted in amusement, and I opened my eye that wasn’t squashed into the bed and stared at him.
“What’s so funny?” I mumbled, letting my eye drift closed once again.