Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Griff.” My voice quivers.
“Say it, baby girl, say what you really want to say.” His head descends, nose gliding along mine, and his thumbs graze the undersides of my breasts.
“Daddy.” Giving over control to Griff is as easy as breathing. All I want is him in this moment, nothing else. His body dips, and he drags his length along me once again, eyes lazily watching how he’s moving my skirt up again. This time, I’m baring it all to him; there isn’t anything beneath, not even a small landing strip. I’m currently revolting against anything the name who shall not be spoken in my past told me made a woman look childlike. Too bad for him, he no longer controls me, and I find shaving it all smooth easier than maintaining a landing strip or dealing with shaving only my bikini area. It’s been pure bliss taking it all off while shaving my legs, and I’m never going back.
“Fucking hell. I should wait. Damn it all to hell, I should have my first taste of you when it’s not in a damn bar.” He isn’t talking to me; he’s talking to himself, and honestly, I don’t like what he’s saying. Who cares where we are? All either of us should care about is what we want.
“Please,” I moan when his nostrils flare. He takes a deep breath, and it’s then I know he can smell me in the small bathroom.
“Not yet. We both wait, or we’ll never leave.” Clearly, he’s holding firm. Not that I can blame him; it’s been a long night, and he’s yet to have any relief.
“Can I at least help you?” I ask, worrying that all I’m doing is taking and giving nothing in return.
“No.” It’s said with vehemence, almost taking me aback. “Not yet. I’ve got no damn control where you’re concerned, baby girl, and you’re not taking me in your hand or your mouth the first time.”
“Oh, okay,” I reply after he softens his tone. Griff is fierce in his words at times, and given we’ve just started to learn each other, it can be quite the curve to navigate.
“I promise when the time comes for you to take me into your hot mouth, I’ll let you know. I’ll also show you how I like it, baby girl.” He rubs his jean-covered cock along my slit, eliciting a purr from me. My eyes close, and I’m lost in euphoria once again. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see your cunt choke on my cock.” He pulls away as the sound of his walkie talkie goes off.
“Griff, this is Nav, copy, you there?” Griff cusses under his breath. My hand is engulfed in his. I think to grab the shirt he tossed on the counter. I really hope he’s not going to have me go out to the bar with my lack of underwear. That doesn’t sound like a great idea to me.
“Nav, this is Griff, copy.” His voice is tight, body locked up, and I can see his muscles punching beneath his shirt. I really miss seeing his unclothed chest and back. A girl could mourn the fact he hid it beneath cotton fabric.
“We could use some assistance out here. Got four live ones,” Nav says over the speaker.
“Shit. Goddamn it all to fucking hell. These rowdy little dumb shits,” Griff says out in the open before hitting the button and saying, “Copy, on my way.” Then he’s hooking it to his belt all while looking at me the entire time.
“Stay here, lock the door behind me, and don’t open it for anyone but me.” This is a different side of Griff, the bar owner side, which means he’ll take no shit. Truth be told, I’m more worried about the men fighting than him.
“Okay.” His lips meet mine for a light kiss, and then he’s once again dragging me behind him until we’re at the door.
“Lock the door. Food is in the fridge, so are drinks. I’m not sure how long this will take or if the cops will be called. As soon as I get this taken care of, we’re leaving.” I nod. “Fuck, I need one more taste.” He dips his head, and his tongue slides along the seam of my lips, sucking my upper lip into his mouth and leaving me breathless all over again.
“Go, I’ll be fine. Be careful, Griff,” I tell him when he gives me his back, looking over his shoulder.
“Lock the door. Don’t let anyone in.” He’s adamant about that, which is why I smart off.
“Yes, sir, Daddy.” He shakes his head but walks through the door, shutting it behind him, and I click the lock into place. “Great, now I’m left in his personal space, and all I want to do is snoop.” I’m not going to, though. I’m going to grab a bite to eat, a drink, settle in the couch, and maybe watch television to keep me occupied.