Bella, so fucking perfect. It’s like
you were made just for me.” He grunted, picking up speed.
“Yes, for you. I was made just for you.” The confession fell
easily from between my lips. It felt right. He seemed to lose all his control
at my admission and began slamming into me at full force.
“Say it again, Angel. Tell me you’re mine. Every part of you
belongs to me. Tell me you want me to cum deep inside of you, to fill every
inch of your tight pussy with my cum.”
“Yes, Griffin. Please. I’m yours, all yours.”
The “beast” was in control now and the fact that it was I
who had made him lose control had my orgasm ripping through me like a freight
train. Throwing my arms around him, I bit his shoulder, muffling my scream of
pleasure.
“Fuck!” he roared, and I felt his cock grow slightly larger
and pulse as his warm seed splashed against my walls, filling me up. “God, you
get so fucking tight when you cum around my cock.”
Dropping down to his elbows so that he didn’t crush me, he
gave me a slow, lazy kiss.
“You’re going to be my wife.” It was clearly a statement.
I smiled and nod my agreement.
Claiming my mouth once more, he slid himself out of me and I
moaned at the feeling, my pussy already clenching at the loss. Sitting up on
his knees, he tucked his still semi-hard cock back in his pants. “I just had
you and now I want you again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you and
your delectable body, Angel.”
A wave of shyness washed over me as he looked down at me,
practically naked, and I tried to close my legs, which was impossible with him
still on his knees between them. Grabbing my thighs, Griffin yanked my legs
open fully and stared greedily at my freshly fucked pussy.
“Don’t you ever hide that from me,” he commanded, taking his
finger and running it between my lips. He brought his finger back up and I
could see it glistening with our combined juices.
“I could stare at your pussy all day long, Bella. This is
how a wife’s pussy should always look. Freshly fucked and dripping with her
husband’s cum.” Leaning forward, he brought his finger up to my lips. Knowing
what he wanted, I took his finger into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his
finger seductively, enjoying the explosion of our combined flavor on my tongue.
I gave his finger a tiny nip as he pulled away.
“Angel, I’m starting to think that you’re a biter.”
I love it when he calls me that. “Why do you call me Angel?”
“Because you’re so goddamn perfect, there’s no way you’re
not an angel.”
I heard footsteps coming from the other side of the bushes
we were next to a minute too late.
“Boss, you got an important—” Logan’s voice penetrated the
bubble of bliss we were in. Sitting up fast, I scrambled to cover myself.
Griffin was up at lighting speed, grabbing Logan by the shirt and pulling him
up to be nose to nose with him. Turning my back on them, I pulled my dress up
to cover my breasts. Luckily, everything else seemed to be in place.
I heard Griffin growling at Logan and I turned around. “You’re
lucky I won’t rip your fucking head off. You better not have seen her naked!”
Lifting his hands to show Griffin that he wasn’t a threat,
Logan placated, “Boss, I swear I didn’t see anything.”
“If I ever so much as catch you looking at her, you’re out
of here. Do you understand me? She. Is. Mine. Got it?”
Griffin’s reaction seemed a little over the top but I couldn’t
help but love how possessive he was over me. I felt truly and utterly safe for
the first time in my life. Thinking back to this morning, I cringed at the
thought that I may have provoked this pissing match with my teasing at
breakfast. Rushing over to them, I grabbed Griffin by the arm, trying to calm
him down.
“Sweetheart, please, it was just an accident. We were
fooling around in broad daylight; anyone could have stumbled upon us and see
us. Or is it normal for you fool around
M.J. O'Shea & Anna Martin