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When I try to sit up, desperate to wrap my lips around his thick length, he shakes his head and plants a palm on my sternum, keeping me from moving.

“We’ll have all the time in the world for you to wrap that pretty mouth around my cock, baby.

But right now, I’m hungry.” He flashes me a devilish smile before leaning over me and taking my mouth in a searing kiss.

It’s possessive and wild and it makes my core flood and my legs open for him.

When he pulls away, I’m dazed and so needy, I whine. Which seems to please Griffin greatly.

“Does my wife need relief?” He hooks his arms around my thighs and tugs me to the edge of the bed so my ass nearly hangs off.

He rests my knees over his shoulders and hisses when he sees the state of me.

“Oh, baby girl, you do need relief, don’t you?

Look at you, so wet and swollen. And I haven’t even touched this perfect pussy yet. ”

Jesus Christ.

Griffin’s eyes don’t leave mine as he leans down and drags the flat of his tongue from my slit to my clit.

He laps up my juices like a cat gorging itself on a bowl of cream.

“Shit, baby girl. You taste like heaven.” He uses his hands to spread my lips before spearing his tongue inside my pussy, using it to fuck me and take his fill of my essence.

His nose bumps my clit again and again, and the sounds that come out of me are breathless and needy.

I’ve never made sounds like this during sex. And this is only Griffin’s tongue. Something tells me he’s even better with his dick.

When my cries grow louder, his tongue moves to my clit while two thick fingers press into my body so slowly and deliberately that I thrash and whine. I need more. I need him to fill me.

“Griffin.” My fingers grip his hair tightly, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“Call me husband ,” he demands, his lips still against my pussy. The vibration of his low words has everything tightening inside of me.

“Griffin, please.” I can’t do it. I can’t bring myself to call him husband. This is just sex. Really fantastic oral sex. But that doesn’t mean we’re staying married. Because no. Just no.

“Say it,” he says, his fingers pushing in all the way with punishing force before he drags them out and fucks me hard with them again.

“No.”

“No?” His tongue lashes at my clit while his fingers thrust and curl inside of me. My back arches off the bed and my stomach hollows out. I’m so close.

“No,” I gasp.

He sucks my clit between his lips, and every nerve in my body lights up.

My pussy tightens around his fingers. Pleasure coils tight in my belly.

As he nips my clit with his teeth, I go off like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

A strangled scream tears from my throat, my back bows off the bed, and my pussy ripples and squeezes Griffin’s fingers.

His tongue lashes at my clit, drawing the orgasm out until I’m a shuddering, shaking mess.

No one has ever made me come like that. Ever.

I want more.

It takes a minute to focus my thoughts and my eyes. When I do, I’m met with the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

Griffin’s hair is wild from where my fingers tugged at it.

His body glistens with sweat. His eyes are dark with lust, and his cock is rock hard.

But it’s the shine of my arousal coating his lips and chin that does me in.

His face is covered in my cum from his nose to his chin.

He licks as much of it off as he can before swiping his fingers over his chin and licking those clean too.

Holy. Shit.

I want him inside of me. Now.

“Damn, baby. You taste better than I could have imagined.” He sucks his fingers with a wet pop . “I think I’d like to eat dessert for breakfast every day.”

I just came harder than I have in my life, and I’m already so turned on, I know I could come again. And with the way Griffin’s cock drips pre-cum, I know he needs release too.

“Griffin.” I spread my thighs even wider. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

A predatory gleam makes Griffin’s eyes sparkle. Gently, he nudges my thighs off his shoulders so they hang off the bed before he stands.

Yes. I’m so ready for this.

Fisting his dick, Griffin catalogs the state of me.

He takes in my disheveled hair, my glassy eyes, parted lips, heaving chest, and swollen pussy.

There isn’t an inch of my body his eyes don’t caress.

He pumps his cock a few times, using his thumb to spread the bead of pre-cum over his head. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Please,” I beg.

His wicked grin grows wider. “Call me husband.”

I shake my head. “No.”

He shrugs, stroking his length a few more times while he considers something. Then he silently turns and walks away.

“Griffin?” I sit up, confused. “Where are you going?”

“To take care of this in the shower.”

“What?” I screech. “You’re not going to fuck me?”

“Nope.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because.” Griffin pauses when he makes it to the bathroom door, turning to look at me over his shoulder. “From now on, this cock is only for my wife. Until you decide that’s what you want to be, you’ll get my mouth and my fingers only.”

Spluttering, I try to form words, but nothing comes. I’m too full of indignation to form a coherent sentence. When I finally open my mouth, it’s to shout, “That’s bullshit!”

Griffin’s smooth laughter reverberates through the luxurious bathroom. “Maybe. But if you want my cock, you know what has to happen.”

Disappointment melds with rage. I let out an animalistic shriek that is so not sexy. “Fuck you, Wright. It’s never going to happen.”

His laughter continues, even after he’s shut the bathroom door and locked it.

I can’t believe he’s trying to use sex to get me to agree to this marriage!

And I can’t believe that, for a split second, I actually consider it.