Page 44 of Don't Fall For Your Brother's Best Friend

I want to ask him for how long, but before I can he kisses me. And it isn’t like any kiss we’ve shared before. This one is more passionate. More fervent. More everything.

I don’t want it to end.

When the kiss breaks, I beg, “Please let me see you.”

I can feel his dick hardening against me, and he removes his shirt from my eyes, using it to tie my wrists together above my head. “Keep your hands above your head.”

“So bossy,” I tease, and his eyes darken.

“You have no idea.”

Who knew Griffin was like this in the bedroom? It’s a complete turn on, and makes me want to see how bossy he can get. It also makes me wonder what he’d do if I don’t adhere to his commands.

Would he spank me?

Would I like it?

He leans back, studying my body. “You’ve got a perfect fucking body.” He trails kisses across my heated skin.

My back arches off the bed, needing to be closer to him. “It’s yours, take it,” I tell him before he kisses me once more.

He growls as he finishes the kiss, getting up to his knees so he can study my body better. “It’s like my own personal wonderland, and I don’t know where to start.”

I blush.

He fists his dick as he kneels between my legs. “I think I might fuck those perfect tits first.”

I groan, twisting slightly on the bed. “No, please,” I beg, needing to feel him inside me.

He tsks me. “What did I say about who’s in charge?”

“You’re in charge,” I moan out, my body growing with desire.

“That’s right. Don’t you forget it.” He pumps his dick with his fist and bites his lower lip as his gaze travels down my body. “I can fuck your tits later, I’ve waited almost a damn lifetime to get inside your pussy.” He runs the engorged head of his dick through my wetness, pressing it firmly against my clit before running it back down, stopping at my entrance. “Are you on the pill?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Tomorrow, you’ll call the doctor, get on the pill.” He rips open the condom packet with his teeth, and I watch as he rolls it over his thick length. “Now spread these long legs.”

I do as he says as he presses his dick against my opening. He pushes in, slowly, letting my body acclimate to his enormous size.

And then he starts pumping, in and out, turning my body on with each thrust of his hips.

“Griffin,” I moan out, unable to believe this is really happening between us. And that it’s so so good.

He knows just where to touch me to make me cry out in pleasure. Knows just how to pound deep inside me to make me scream out in ecstasy. I’m so close to unraveling I can barely breathe.

“Don’t stop,” I whine, and Griffin just keeps going, hammering away inside me.

“You like my fucking hard cock, huh? You like teasing me with your little outfits. Making me hard every fucking day I see you.”

I gaze into his eyes. “I…I…” I stutter. I had no clue I was doing this to him. “I didn’t mean to,” I whisper.

“Anya, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“What do I do to you?”

He lowers his body to where the majority of his weight presses down on me. I love it. “You turn me on every time I fucking see you. Do you know how difficult it is to work with a hard on?”