“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he whispered as he dropped to his knees, settling between my legs. He slowly ran his tongue across my clit as he continued to curl his fingers deep inside of me. I reached down, letting my fingers tangle into his hair as he tormented me with his tongue.
I loved the feeling of his warm, wet mouth against me, and back arched as I cried out in ecstasy, “Griffin! Oh God, I’m coming…. Don’t stop!”
He wrapped his mouth around my clit, pressing his tongue firmly against it as he moved his fingers inside me. My hips jolted against him while he continued to torture me with his mouth, my body clenching firmly around his fingers as I came. He slowly began to stand while he moved his fingers back and forth inside me, my entire body tensing with my release. Once he had removed his fingers, he placed his hands on my hips, turning me around to face the shower wall. I rested the palms of my hands against the wet tile as his hard cock pressed against me.
“You want my cock?” he taunted.
“Um..hmm.” I answered.
“Tell me, Wren. Tell me that you want my cock, that you love me and want me inside you.”
“I want you, Griffin. I want you, now,” I whimpered. As soon as he slid his cock deep inside me, I said, “I love you.”
His fingers dug into my flesh as he held onto my hip as he pulled back and drove inside me again. I braced my hands against the tile as I let my body adjust to the rhythm of his movements.
“I love you,” I whimpered over and over again as he drove into me harder with each and every thrust, our bodies slamming into each other. He felt so good inside me, driving me wild with a passion I’d never known. I couldn’t restrain myself, and began rocking back against him, meeting each and every thrust. His hand reached for my hair, pulling my head back towards him so he could kiss and suck along my neck.
“You’re mine. Now and forever,” he growled as his rhythm increased. As the need to climax began to overtake me, my body began to spasm around him, signaling him that I was about to lose control. With his free hand, he reached around me, pressing firmly as he circled his fingers around my clit. I tilted my ass towards him, grinding harder against his cock as he drove deeper inside me. My body began to tremble as my orgasm took hold, my muscles contracting around him and pulling him deeper inside me. His growl echoed around us as his entire body tensed and he came inside me.
“Fuck!” he roared as his fingers dug into my hips, holding me firmly in place. After several seconds, his breathing began to slow and he released me, just long enough to turn me around to face him. He placed his hands on my face, forcing me to look at him when he said, “I’ve never known love like this, never felt it, never even knew I wanted it. But I want it now, and nothing is going to stop me from having it. I love you, Wren.”
Chapter 26
Stitch
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Wren’s face twisted into a worried frown as she checked my wound and said, “I think you may need stitches.”
“It’ll be fine,” I assured her.
“It’s not fine. You need to let Doc take a look at it,” she scolded.
“You’re looking at it. Don’t need Doc,” I provoked as I dropped my towel to the floor and reached for my sweats, slowly pulling them over my hips as Wren watched intently. Her face flushed red with desire when her eyes dropped, roaming slowly over my body. I loved the way she looked at my body, like she’d never be able to get enough of me. I stared at her standing there in my t-shirt, looking sexy as fuck, and she completely captivated me. I found myself wanting to take her all over again.
Sensing my thoughts, she took a step back and said, “Don’t even think about it, mister. I’m going to bandage your arm before there is any more of that.”
“Come here,” I commanded.
“Griffin,” she warned.
“Wren,” I said firmly as I leaned against the dresser. My lips immediately curled into a smile when she stepped closer, settling between my legs. She placed the palms of her hands on my chest, looking up at me with anticipation. When I didn’t move, she gave me a puzzled look. I placed my hand under her chin and said, “You need to know that you’re it for me, Wren. I’m claiming you as mine.”
“Claiming me?”
“Yes. I want everyone to know you are mine,” I explained.
Her hands slipped around my neck as she smiled and said, “So, you want me to be your old lady?”
“For now. But when things settle down with the club, I’m going to put a ring on your finger, make you mine in every way.”
“I like the sound of that,” she answered before pressing her lips to mine. With just a simple touch, the kiss became heated, full of need and want. I couldn’t get enough of her. I reached for the hem of her t-shirt, but quickly stopped when there was a knock on the door.
“Momma?” Wyatt cried. As Wren quickly turned and headed for the door, I reached for a clean shirt.
When she opened the door, she knelt down in front of him and asked, “Hey, Buddy. What’s wrong?”