Rock-a-Bye, Baby

I let out a startled cry when the pain registered in my brain. He claimed my mouth in a deep kiss, drinking down my whimpers until I adjusted to the feel of him inside me. When he finally lifted his head, I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head, “I can taste myself on your lips.”

“You’d better get used to it because I plan on feasting on your pussy whenever I want, and I’m not going to deny myself your mouth after I’m done.”

My cheeks heated as I asked, “Does that mean you’ll kiss me after I...um...give you a...um...you know what?”

“There must be something wrong with me because I love how you’re stumbling over the word ‘blow job’ and blushing while my cock is buried inside your pussy after I just took your cherry.” His thumb brushed against my lower lip. “But you can be damn sure that I’ll kiss the fuck out of your mouth after I come down your throat.”

Proving how much I enjoyed his dirty talk, my pussy fluttered around him at his promise.

“You like the sound of that, huh?” he asked, circling his hips and hitting a spot deep inside me that had me seeing stars. My eyes started to drift shut, and he gritted out, “You know what I like? Seeing how dark your eyes get when you come. C’mon, baby. Give me another one so I can see it again, but with your pussy wrapped tight around me this time.”

He pressed my body into the mattress as he slid his thumb down my neck, circling one nipple before drifting lower. He caressed my belly with it, and he kept his eyes locked on mine when he finally circled my clit until he made my world fly apart. It was only then that he began to move. He started out slow at first, but when he realized my body wasn’t giving him any resistance, he picked up the pace.

My nails scraped up and down his back, and I craned my neck up to trace the lines of the tattoos on his chest with my tongue as he pounded in and out of me. “Give me one more, baby. Please. I need to feel you come around my cock again.”

Hearing how much he wanted me was even better than his dirty talk, and it threw me over the edge again. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I flung my head back and cried, “Yes! Griffith, yes!”

“That’s it, baby. Milk my come from my cock with every pulse.” He slammed into me a few more times before planting himself deep. I felt the streams of his come jet from his dick, filling me up so much that it dripped down my legs. It was only then that I realized in the heat of the moment neither of us had thought about using a condom.

“Crap,” I groaned as Griffith fell onto his back.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?” he asked, rolling over and dragging me onto his chest.

My cheeks heated as I answered, “No, but we forgot to use a condom.”

With a long finger under my chin, he tilted my head back to look into my eyes. “You don’t need to worry about catching anything from me, Belle. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said that it’s been a long time for me, and I’ve been tested about a half dozen times since then.”

I sagged in relief a little, but all of our potential problems weren’t solved by his admission. “That’s good to know, but I could still get pregnant since I’m not on birth control.”

His purpley-blue eyes held nothing but sincerity when he replied, “If it happens, you won’t be alone. I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m in this one-hundred percent with you.”

Chapter 5

Griffith

I must have died and gone to heaven. I wasn’t sure how a fucker like me earned a spot there, but I couldn’t imagine anything on earth feeling as amazing as waking up with Belle’s warm, soft body in my arms.

A grin stole across my face when I heard barely audible snores coming from her kiss-swollen mouth. Yeah, she was fucking perfect.

The insistent buzzing of my cell on the nightstand wiped the smile from my face. I was annoyed at the interruption but even more pissed when it caused Belle to stir and she tried to roll out of my arms.

“Don’t move, baby,” I murmured, tightening my arms around her and nipping her ear. “I’ll shut whoever this is up, and then you can go back to your cute snoring.”

She gasped, and I buried my head in her neck while I laughed. “I DO NOT snore!” she exclaimed indignantly.

“I think it’s sexy,” I whispered and laughed again when she huffed with disbelief. Reluctantly, I rolled onto my back and stretched out an arm to grab my phone.