Fantasy in Lingerie (Lingerie 6)

When he finished, he looked into my eyes, his gaze dark and intense as ever.

My hands snaked up his back, feeling the line of blood I’d caused. “I’m sorry…I got carried away.”

“Scratch me all you want, baby. I like it when you make me bleed.” He kissed me, giving me his tongue and all of his passion, like he hadn’t just come inside my wet pussy. He kept his softening dick inside me, and within a minute, it was back to full mast.

“Fuck me again, Griffin,” I whispered, my voice erupting as a plea.

He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Yes, baby.”

I slept better that night than I had all week. The sheets were warm, Bones had his arms wrapped around me with his chest pressed against my back, and the apartment felt like the safest place in the world.

I felt safer beside him than I did staying with my parents.

Even though he was a threat to everything I cared about.

I woke up rested and refreshed, and I turned over to see Bones was awake. His eyes were open, and they didn’t contain the same sleepiness that I possessed, so he must have been lying there for at least an hour.

Last night came flooding back to me.

My inner thighs were still wet from his come, and the sheets underneath me were damp from where it had dripped everywhere.

He stared at me with his cold expression, his thoughts a mystery.

I stared back, seeing the lines of tattoos reaching the bottom of his neck.

His arm slid around my waist, and he pulled me closer to him, making our naked bodies come together. He hooked my leg over his hip so he could press his shaft right against my clit. He moved his hips slightly, grinding against me. “Still wet…”

“You dumped a lot in there.”

He squeezed my ass cheek with his big hand. “Not enough, if you ask me.”

I couldn’t hold back the smile that stretched across my lips. “It’s never enough with you.”

“No.” He kissed the corner of my mouth then my neck. “And it’s not enough with you either.” He positioned me closer to him and pressed the crown of his cock inside me. He was immediately met with his come from the night before. He moaned in approval then slid farther inside until he was balls deep.

My hand pressed against his chest as I rested my face near his. I took a deep breath when I felt that impressive stretch, and I barely had the chance to breathe again before his mouth was on mine.

He kissed me as he thrust into me, his cock hitting me perfectly at this angle. His kiss never stopped as he pumped into me, and we barely moved our bodies together because we were wrapped so tightly in one another’s arms.

I got off anyway, his dick so big and my clit stimulated against his body. I moaned in his mouth and then felt him dump more of his come inside me, giving me a refill to start the day. I felt its weight immediately, the warmth heating me from the inside.

He kissed me when he was finished, then gently pulled out of me, his cock acting as a plug to keep everything inside. Once it was pulled away, the come spilled from between my legs again.

He got out of bed and rose to a stand, his impressive back muscles rippling as he moved. His ink made it difficult to see where my nails had cut into him, and it was like the wounds never happened. He pulled on his boxers and walked into the bathroom.

I heard the faucet a moment later and knew exactly what he was doing.

Using my toothbrush.

I found his shirt on the ground, a dark blue V neck, and I pulled it on before I walked into the kitchen. The apartment was still a little cold despite the heater working at full capacity, so I turned it up a few degrees and made a pot of coffee. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stood there, thinking about what had happened.

I left town for a week to clear my head, but the second I returned, it was like nothing had changed.

Nothing had changed at all.

I left my coffee black then looked in the cabinets for something to eat.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind me, the way he announced himself before he stepped into every room. The floorboards creaked under his weight as he came up behind me. He stopped directly at my back, his breath hitting the back of my neck. He never snuck up on me, but he always made me wary whenever he was near.

“Want some coffee?” I grabbed the coffee pot and filled a mug. Steam rose from the surface as I set it on the counter beside me so he could grab it. I didn’t turn around to face him directly, not wanting to meet his gaze.