“Come for me now,” he commanded, and fuck me if I didn’t obey.
My eyes clenched shut to a flash of light as a wave of nearly painful pleasure raced through me, fast as flames, singeing every part of me.
Still clouded with sleep and whatever had occurred in my dreams, and hazy from the force of my orgasm, I wasn’t prepared for Griffin climbing over my body and shoving his dick in my face.
“Suck my cock,” he demanded. “Then I’ll rail your pussy till you milk my dick. I’m leaving a full load inside you.”
My body, soft as melted butter, stiffened. I blinked at the hard-on inches from my mouth.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked.
He brought the tip of his dick to my bottom lip, using it to drag my lip out.
“The fuck, Griff?” I said, muffled around the penis in the way of easy speech. “Why are you being so aggressive? You know I’m into it. Into you.”
Griffin’s demeanor changed abruptly. He seemed to smile, though I couldn’t see the gesture behind the dick still at attention and all up in my business.
Finally, he pulled back, lowered himself back under the covers with me.
“Sorry, baby. I just want your pretty cunt so bad. You’re so fucking hot.”
His lips smeared along my arm while he lifted my thin camisole and hooked it above my boobs.
He pinched a nipple—again, too hard.
I sucked a sharp inhale through my teeth.
“Gentle! That hurt.”
“Sorry, sorry,” he said with his head dangling above my chest. “Just so fucking eager to be inside you.”
He straddled my hips, his legs fitting easily to either side of me—when Bobo was supposed to still be right next to me.
“Where’s Bobo?” I asked.
His only response was to suck a nipple into his mouth. On instinct, my back arched, shoving my nipple farther into his mouth. He rewarded me by sucking on it with so much fervor that it ached.
I pulled it from his mouth with a wetpopof his lips. Immediately, he lowered his head to chase it again.
I wove my fingers into his hair and held. He fought me, trying to lunge downward. I tightened my grip and held him in place.
“Easy, Griff. I’m not going anywhere. We have all night. Why the big rush?”
With my hands tugging on either side of his head, he said, “I’ve been thinking of doing this for a long time. I’m really horny. For you, I mean.”
“Griff? What the fuck’s going on?”
I didn’t even manage to get my whole question out before he was speaking over me.
“If I could just get inside you, I’ll calm down.”
“Griff?” I tried again.
“You’re my girlfriend,” he said as if he wasn’t hearing me at all. “We’ve already had sex. What’s the big deal?”
Though his head remained in my clasp, he slid one of the leg openings of my sleepshorts to one side, dragged his dick across my thigh so that it sprang into place, sliding easily along my folds to rest at my entrance.
“Stop,” I said.
