Honey & Ice (2 page)

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riffin stood
between her spread legs sliding his prick through the folds of her pussy, rubbing her clit then dragging it back toward her entrance. “Pretty, bald pussy.” He slid just the head in and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“Sweet hell, you’re killing me.” Desi blew out a harsh breath riding the lust engulfing her, as her cunt clenched on the head of his cock and she raised her hips urging him deeper.

He gripped her hip and held her still. “Don’t. Giving you more is up to me.” He slid in a little deeper then drew out again. “Yeah, just like that. Raise up and look at your pussy sucking the head of my dick.”

Doing as he instructed, Desi rose on her elbows and stared down at where their bodies joined. The swollen lips of her cunt were stretched around his prick. “Jesus…” With a racing heart, she watched him slide inside her body.

Chills raced through her, causing goose bumps to rise on her skin as her slick channel accepted his girth. Fucking incredible. She placed her hands between them and spread her labia, framing his cock between her fingers. “Please? More, Griffin, please?”

His grit his teeth and slid in deeper. “Woman! Fucking hell.” He slid his arms under her knees, gripped her ass and rammed inside her as deep as he could go.

The invasion of his thick, full length overwhelmed her to the point of madness. “Fuck, Griffin!”

As her words echoed around them, she sat up, gripped the back of his neck and pulled him to her for a hard kiss. Lips and teeth collided as he pumped into her relentlessly and she stroked and licked his tongue with each thrust.

Ripping herself from his mouth, she gazed at him. “You feel so goddamn good.” Desi bit her bottom lip and he growled. Every time he made that sound, her clit pulsed and her pussy got wetter. Could she get him to do it more? “You want to bite me again, don’t you?”

Griffin stopped mid stroke and looked at her. His face was tight and a nerve ticked in his jaw. “Topping from the bottom, I see.”

“What does tha—”

He kissed her hard, sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. In the next second, he let her go and then flipped her over, and with his hand on the back of her neck, pushed her to bend over the table.

Before she could gain her bearings, he had her ass in his hands, spreading her butt cheeks as he slammed his cock back inside her pussy. “Oh, fucking Christ! Yes!”

“Rub your clit and don’t come until I say you can.”

“What?”

He leaned over her body and nipped her earlobe. “You heard me, and unless you want your hot ass tanned, you’ll do as I say.”

Holy shit, she hadn’t expected this. Had never experienced anything like it before. No one had ever been so pushy or dominant with her. But her body was totally on board with his direction. Without another thought, she reached between her legs as he’d instructed and rubbed her clit. She moaned at the contact and he fucked her faster. Would he spank her? The thought had her pussy clenching down tight on his cock. Oh, shit. She was about to come.

“So tight. Fuck, your pussy is good.” He shifted his hips and the swollen head of his prick stroked over her g-spot. “That’s it, yeah. Rub that sweet clit of yours.” He bit down on her shoulder.

“Griffin! I can’t— Oh God, I’m gonna come!”

“Not yet.” He yanked her hand away, and drilled into her a few more times before he slid a hand around her hips, found her clit and rubbed tight little circles over the throbbing flesh. Desi moaned, biting her bottom lip as he teased her, taking her higher. Then he pinched the tight nub. “Now. Come now, Des.”

Desi’s climax detonated inside her and she screamed as her pussy spasmed and clenched repeatedly around his solid erection.

Griffin pulled his fingers away and rose off of her body. With one of his hands pressed onto her back, to hold her to the table, and the other gripped tight on her hip, he shuttled his cock in and out of her at a relentless pace, his solid pelvis slapping against her ass. He was raw, animalistic power and Desi loved every minute of it.

“Fuck. Yes.
Yessss
!” His dick jerked inside her as his orgasm pumped through him and he spurted his release into the condom. He thrust once more before collapsing over her, breathing hard.

His warm breath on her ear made her smile as satisfaction melted through her. She’d figured the sex would be awesome, but she hadn’t expected his sexual dominance. Wasn’t sure what to make of it at first, but it had definitely turned out to be exactly up her alley.

“You okay?” Griffin smoothed his hand up her side.

“Mmhmm.”

“Good.” He rose off her and helped her up, then turned her in his arms. “Get yourself dressed.” He grabbed his shirt, stepped back and walked away from her.

And that was about as intimate as he’d probably ever be.

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esi blew
out a breath and looked around for her clothes. Her halter-top was still around her waist at least, but her panties and jeans were in a pile on the ground. She donned them both then slid on her boots.
Steph is gonna shit when I tell her about this.
The rumble of his motorcycle starting caught her attention.

Griffin stood next to his bike smoking a cigarette. He caught her gaze and once again, crooked his finger, beckoning him to her as he’d done in the bar. This time she moved without hesitation. He smiled at her once she was before him, looped a finger in her belt loop and pulled her closer.

Okay, maybe there was a little bit of an intimate side to him. Desi wrapped her arms around his neck. “Where to now?”

“Your place. I believe you have some honey to lick clean.” He swatted her ass.

Desi giggled. “Don’t forget the ice. The ice is very important, Griffin.”

“I hear it cuts the stickiness.” He smirked and mounted the bike.

She climbed on behind him and putting her hands under his shirt, ran them over his stomach. “I’ll be happy to demonstrate.” She kissed the side of his neck.

He nodded, dropped the bike into gear and tore out of the parking lot, kicking up rocks and dirt. Desi giggled, holding on to him for dear life.

Griffin was a wild ride she knew damn well she’d be taking again.

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