Griffin (Ruthless MC 3)

“Condom?” I ask

He raises an eyebrow. “We’re getting married, and we already have a kid.”

I still. Before the pandemic, a sibling for O2 had been my main reason for dating. I was getting older, and I was ready for another child. I wasn’t expecting dramatic levels of love like what Kyra and Olivia had with their husbands. I just wanted to settle down with someone dependable and have another kid—the planned and right way this time.

My stomach jumps at the possibility of getting another child to love with my whole heart out of this marriage of convenience.

But then I remind myself I’m not a silly girl anymore. I’m a woman, a mother, grown enough to know better.

“That’s something we should actually talk about like adults,” I answer Griffin. “Not while you’re playing mind-games with me in bed.”

To his credit, he doesn’t deny it. He just plucks out a condom and rolls it on with expert quickness.

And then it’s showtime.

Not really though. Red would have pulled out all the stops, pushed every button he had, and tried to make him laugh on top.

Boring Bernice just climbs on with a mission: Get this over with.

First order of business, I’m not aroused enough to take his full length without pain. And hell will freeze over before I ask him for the kind of foreplay he gave me at the cabin.

Instead of putting him straight in, like he’s probably expecting, I push my sex against the underside of his cock to pin it to his ridiculous abs. I settle on top of the shaft, letting the rigid length part me from the top to the bottom of my fold.

Then I hold on to Griffin’s shoulders and press my clit into his erection as I rub myself back and forth on it.

He watches me curiously but doesn’t ask what I’m doing. He also doesn’t bring his hands up to touch me on my hips or breasts, as most guys would in this position. He just folds his arms behind his head, a Greek god statue, enjoying the show.

I can only imagine how desperate and needy I look, masturbating myself on his erection. And I close my eyes, so I won’t have to watch him watch me.

I focus on the sensations, and it doesn’t take long after that. He feels amazing between my folds. He’s catching my clit, my vaginal opening…he’s so long, he even stimulating my back entrance.

Red rises up with a moan. She wants to tease him about how we never explored that space.

And I have to clamp my lips to keep from talking. To keep from becoming her again and getting myself in trouble.

I’m ready, anyway. I shove Red down and take a hold of Griffin’s dick.

No, not Griffin’s dick—a dick. It’s just a dick. The same as a dildo. I keep my eyes closed, lift my hips, and blindly guide it to my entrance.

And I’m ready, but I’m not ready. The feel of it…the familiar stretch and burn as I slide down its length.

It’s just a dick, but it fills me so perfectly.

Another moan escapes me. One of sweet anguish. I didn’t…I couldn’t let myself admit…how much I missed this.

Red wants me to tell him. She’s begging to talk. But I can’t let her. She’ll ruin us.

I re-clamp my lips and undulate my hips until I find a rhythm on the flesh dildo.

Feels so good. Feels so good. I don’t let Red talk, but whines and whimpers fall out as I rock my body into the sensations, and the ride becomes wetter and wetter.

I’m almost there….I’m so close when a dark voice asks, “Do you hate me?”

I grind my teeth. Yes, yes, I do. Most of all for talking. For refusing to let me pretend.

I ignore him and keep rocking my hips. Faster and faster. Maybe I can outrun his taunting.

But he finally touches me. Not to caress me or help me along, but to still my hips.

“Open your eyes. Answer me.”

The sensations—the sensations I haven’t felt in years begin to recede. No!

I’m like a drug addict being led on a string. I open my eyes, not because he tells me to, but because I have to keep going. I have to reach that star in the distance.

He was a lazy leopard when I closed my eyes. But now his dark blue gaze bores into mine, glittering with madness and triumph as he asks again. “Do you hate me? Do you hate me like you said you would?”

He already knows he’s won, I realize. He’s won the sex.

I stare down at him. Helpless and afraid of what he brings out in me—what he still brings out in me, despite everything that’s happened.

And the unvarnished truth drops out of my mouth. “Yes, I hate you more than anyone else on this Earth. And I want you more than anyone else on this Earth. I want you to dominate me and choke me and do all those wrong things you did to me at the cabin. But you don’t want me. You just want revenge. And that makes me hate you even more.”