He cups the back of my head. “Honey, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
Taking that as an absolute green light, I slowly unbutton his shirt. He helps me by pulling each of his arms out of the sleeves and throwing the shirt to the corner of the room. I slide the palms of my hands against his chest. He isn’t overly ripped or anything, but you can tell he takes care of his body. He’s solid, large, and so deliciously masculine. There’s a nice splatter of short dark chest hair along the top of his chest that trails down to his waistband.
He said I could do whatever I want, so I undo his belt and unzip his slacks. I have to pull a little bit to get over his athletic thighs, but they eventually fall to his ankles. He kicks them off in some unknown direction in the room.
He's left with just a pair of grey cotton boxer briefs. There’s a small little circle of wetness from pre-cum and his package looks impressive. Like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning, I get to my knees and slowly peel the material down his thighs. His erection springs free and it’s a perfect size. It’s hard and long and has just the right amount of girth to stretch me without it being painful.
I wrap my hand around his knot and give it a tight squeeze. Griffin moans and puts his hand through his hair.
“Sweetheart, you’re fucking killing me. Looking sweet and fucking innocent on your knees for me. I know the truth, though, you like to be a bad girl. Don’t you, Emily?”
Eagerly stroking his length, I reply, “Only for you.”
“Fuck.”
Placing a hand in my hair, he tangles his fingers in my thin strands and directs my mouth towards his length. I drag my tongue from base to tip before parting my lips to take him into my mouth. He doesn’t push my head down, he’s letting me control the speed and pressure. For now.
With one hand still at the base, I continue an up and down motion of taking him deep into my throat. The salty yet slightly sweet taste of him on my tongue makes me hum in approval.
Griffin bucks into my mouth. Removing my hand from his length, I instead hold on to his sturdy thighs. I want him to use me to his content. With a hand on the back of my head, he continues thrusting in and out of my parted lips. My tongue tastes all of him while he glides vigorously down my throat. The noises he makes while reaching his climax are making me obscenely wet.
“I’m gonna come down that sweet throat, Emily,” he rasps.
With my mouth fully preoccupied, I slightly nod my head to let him know that it’s okay. He thrusts deeper, and I almost gag at the intrusion.
“Good girl, Emily. Look at you deep throating my cock.”
The praise spurs me on and I hollow out my cheeks, creating more suction. My nails dig into his thighs, leaving crescent moon indentations behind them. He thrusts into me a few more times before he tightens. Grunting loudly, his cum trickles down my throat. Greedily, I swallow each drop. As he removes himself from my mouth, there’s a long stream of spit and cum that connects us from the head of his shaft to my bottom lip.
He groans as he watches the rivulet break in half, landing on my chin. Using his thumb, he rubs it off my face. He places his large hands on each of my cheeks, urging me off my knees. Once I’m standing, he kisses me deeply, the taste of him still on my tongue. Griffin has to bend down to kiss me when we're both standing, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I love how much larger than me he is.
With his hands on my waist, he lifts me off the ground. My legs instantly wrap around his waist and he shows his strength by easily carrying me to his bed. Peppering my neck and collarbone with kisses, he plops me down on the mattress. I land with a slight bounce, which makes me giggle.
Leaning over me, Griffin places one knee in between my thighs and uses his forearms to frame my face. Burrowing into my neck, his stubble slightly tickles me.
“I think you’re trying to make me addicted to you,” he mumbles, his face still pressed against my throat.
“I want you inside of me, how long do I have to wait?” I ask him.
“How do you not curse, and yet everything you say makes me so fucking hot for you?” he shakes his head. “Can I play with your pussy for a little?”
I chuckle. It’s quite funny how crass he can be. I like it when he talks dirty and he seems to like my brand of good girl.
“Um, do you want to put a towel down or something?” I ask him sheepishly.
“I can just change the sheets after unless a towel would make you more comfortable?”
“I just don’t want to ruin your sheets.”
“Fuck my sheets.”
He leans down and kisses me. Biting my bottom lip, tugging at it slightly before licking the sting better.
I moan softly. “You know they sell waterproof blankets on Amazon?”
He laughs at me, “I’ll buy five tomorrow, you little minx.”
Griffin continues kissing my neck and slides his hand down my stomach. Once his fingers reach my wet folds, he groans.
“Feeling how wet your cunt gets for me is never going to get old.” He spears two fingers into me while his palm rubs against my clit. My hips involuntarily start thrusting into his movements.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Fuck yourself against my fingers. I know you wanna come for me, drench my sheets with your slick. Make my room smell like fucking cherries for weeks.”
He continues, quickly inserting his fingers in and out of me. Applying more pressure to my clit, I feel close but it's not happening just yet.
“You need my mouth on that sweet pussy, Em?”
“Yes, please,” I respond with a little whine.
“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?”
His mouth meets my clit and I’m not lost on the fact that this man will have gone down on me four times today. Forget winning the mega millions, I’ve hit the cunnilingus jackpot.
As soon as he sucks on my clit, it's like all the nerve endings in my body fire off at the same time. It almost makes me want to shout the F-word with how good his touch feels right now. Instead, I shout Griffin's name. I’ve been so overstimulated and spoiled with the orgasms he’s given me today, it’s one of the strongest climaxes I’ve ever had. An airy feeling takes over my body, like there’s static electricity going through every nerve. The only thing that matters at this moment is Griffin and how he just played my body like I’m an instrument he's been playing his whole life.
“You look so beautiful when you come,” he tells me as he kisses my forehead. “Refractory period is complete.” He gives me a big grin, like he is super proud of his penis powers.
“I want to ride you,” I tell him with as much confidence as possible. I want to bring him the same immense pleasure he has brought me today.