Page 778 of End Game

His thumb strokes my cheek once.

Then his hand goes back into my hair.

The softness of the check followed immediately by him putting his cock back in my mouth should not be as hot as it is.

Ronan continues talking.

Not constantly.

That would make it less effective.

He waits until Griffin has a rhythm again, until I'm concentrating on breathing through my nose and taking him deeper, then his voice slides back in.

“That's it. Let him use you.”

My thighs squeeze harder.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

I moan.

Griffin's hips jerk.

Ronan laughs quietly. “Careful, Griffin.”

Griffin pulls out long enough to swear. “I know.”

“We have plans for that cock.”

Dex makes a choking laugh.

Griffin glares toward Ronan. “I'm aware.”

“I'd prefer you remain useful.”

“Fuck you.”

Ronan smiles.

I start laughing.

Which is difficult when Griffin's cock is approximately two inches from my mouth.

He looks down at me.

“You think that's funny?”

I bite my lip and nod.

His eyes darken.

Oh, fuck.

He slides back between my lips.

Harder this time.

The laugh turns into a moan.