Page 335 of End Game

“Griff—”

“Don't worry about me.”

Her fingers dig into my chest.

“Use me.”

Her whole body shudders.

The orgasm catches her hard enough that her head drops forward, hair falling around her face as she keeps grinding through it.

That fact that I can’t touch her is suddenly less frustrating than it is hot.

I have nothing to do except watch my wife come.

When she finally slows, breathing hard, she looks at me.

Her smile is almost shy.

That doesn't match what she just did at all.

“Hi.”

I laugh. “Hi.”

“That was…”

“Hot.”

“Yeah.”

“Very fucking hot.”

The shy smile disappears as she shifts and straddles my hips.

My cock settles beneath her.

I inhale through my teeth.

Cami looks down. Then up at me. “You okay?”

“You're sitting on my dick.”

“Very observant.”

“I have advanced medical training.”

She laughs.

Except the humor doesn't break whatever this is.

If anything, it relaxes her into it.

Then I watch her grind against my cock, the same way she used my thigh.

The rhythm is hers. It’s not there to get me off—it’s not fast enough to get me off—but she grinds anyway.

“Fuck, baby, use me,” I manage to rasp, watching her. “Fucking come all over my cock.”