Fine in Lingerie (Lingerie 11)

“Griffin…” My head rolled back, and I enjoyed this man, enjoyed everything he gave to me.

He moved one hand to my throat, gripping me while he held me with a single hand. “Eyes on me.”

I turned my gaze back to him, his hand still around my neck.

“This. Pussy. Is. Mine.”

“Griffin…”

“Say it.” He squeezed me a little tighter, his thrusts never faltering.

“My pussy is yours.”

“No.” He dropped my hips and repositioned himself, his arms moving behind my knees. He buried himself between my legs, going balls deep. He started to fuck me again, this time deep and hard. “It’s not yours, Vanessa. It’s mine now. Say it again.”

I knew I was going to come a few times that night. He was perfect between my legs, so big and deep that I would agree to anything he told me to say. “This pussy is yours.”

He angled his neck down and gave me a hot kiss, full of tongue and longing. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

Like every morning at seven a.m., I woke up to Bones helping himself between my legs. He always turned me on my back, spread my knees, and shoved his dick inside me without even waiting for me to wake up. He rocked me into the mattress, hard enough to make the headboard tap against the wall, but not nearly as aggressive as he was at night.

My eyes remained closed, and I felt him bury his face in my neck, fucking me in a lazy way. One hand fisted the back of my hair, and he clenched his ass as he buried himself deep inside me. My hand gripped his tight ass, and I widened my legs farther, still not waking up fully.

First thing in the morning, he always wanted to come inside me. It was the only time when he was selfish in bed, using me to dump his come somewhere. But he always made me come anyway, whether that was intentional or not. His hard body rubbed against my clit, and his warmth and smell made me convulse all around him. He usually came in that same moment, finishing within five minutes of when he started.

He pulled himself out and left me there, my eyes still closed because it was way too early to wake up. It didn’t matter what time Bones went to bed, he was always up insanely early. And it didn’t matter how early I went to bed, I was never up before nine.

The mattress shifted when he left the bed. I heard him walk around, pull on his sweatpants, and then walk out.

I fell back asleep before he reached the kitchen.

Two hours later, I woke up and picked up his abandoned shirt from the foot of the bed. He’d been wearing it the night before, so it still smelled like his soap and cologne. The cotton was soft against my skin, all the way down to my knees. I wiped the sleep from my eyes before I walked down the hallway into the living room.

He was sitting at the dining table, his laptop open with a cup of coffee beside him. He was shirtless, the muscles of his body cut and defined. His shoulder blades moved the muscles of his back every single time he breathed. His ink covered his battle scars, acting as an artful bandage to hide his old wounds. The hair on the back of his neck was clipped short, merging into the short strands on his head. His knees were wide apart as he sat in the chair, a large man taking up every single inch of space.

It was a view I could wake up to every single day.

A view I would never get tired of.

I came up behind him and rested my palm against his shoulders, feeling his hard muscles under his scorching hot skin. My hands slid down his chest as I bent over to embrace him. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, and I pressed my face into his neck. “Morning.”

His arm covered mine, just the way he did every morning. “Good morning, baby.”

I kissed his neck before I released him. As I walked away, he gave me a playful smack on the ass.

When I looked at him over my shoulder, he was already looking at his laptop again. “You want anything?”

“No.”

“You already ate?”

“Two hours ago.”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the time on the clock. “Shit, it’s ten?”

He chuckled, never taking his eyes off the screen. “Yes.”

I rubbed my eyes before I made myself a bowl of cereal. “I should get to work downstairs, but I need to get out to the house. I haven’t seen Conway in a while, and Sapphire is about to pop.”

“I would offer to help, but I think I would scare off all your customers.”

I rolled my eyes because he had no idea how wrong he was. Women all over would flock inside to look at him, not my artwork. “I want you to come with me anyway.” I carried my cereal to the table and started to eat.