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I pull a packet of lube and a condom out of my pocket but Griff shakes his head when I tear the foil. “No condom?” He nods and I throw the packet on the table and rip open the lube sachet instead.
Coating my fingers, I glide them over Griff’s ass, slicking his hole before sliding back in, “You are so fucking tight, I love it.” Pulling out, I cover my dick in the cool gel and line myself up with his hole. “Deep breath in, Griff, and push back.”
Shit, sliding into him at this angle is heaven, he is so damn hot and tight. I feel every ripple and quiver of his muscles as I drive deeper inside him. “I can’t believe how good this feels, Griff, you feel just fucking perfect. Talk to me, honey, is this okay?”
“Corrie, you are fucking killing me. Fuck me, fuck me hard.” Griff’s voice is rough and desperate, full of need.
“Hell yeah. Hold on, hold on tight.” I grit my teeth as I pull back and then plow straight back inside him. My balls smack against him, making us groan. I let my body rule and fuck him exactly as he asked for. Hard, deep, and fast. I have never felt anything as good as this. My grip on his hips is hard enough to leave bruises but he simply feels too good.
“Corrie, I can’t hold on, I need to come. God, I need to come.” Griff’s ass clamps around me as he begs for his release.
“Hold on, babe, we’ll come together. Just, hold on!” My climax builds as my spine tingles and my leg locks up. “I’m almost there, hon, I’m nearly there.”
I pump in hard and fast, my hips like pistons as I ride him hard. “Fuck, yeah. Fuck! Come, Griff, fucking come!” I shout out as his ass clamps so hard around me I’m trapped in a vise. Unable to move as my dick grows and swells, I fire hard inside Griff’s body, surrounding my cock in its flaming heat. Griff’s cock bursts, covering the floor with ropes of cum as he groans loudly. Reaching around his body, I curl my fingers around it and stroke him through the last of his release.
The grip on my cock loosens as he comes down and I slide my softening length out of his ass. The sight of cum dripping from him makes me groan again and I can’t help myself from sliding my fingers through it, dragging it back up to his hole.
Griff goes limp beneath me as I lean over and cover his shoulders with deep, wet kisses. “That was fucking awesome.”
Griff is silent under me and I draw back and study his face. With his eyes tight shut and his mouth in a fixed, narrow line, I think I’ve fucked up. Christ! I got this all wrong. What can I do? How can I make this better? Righting myself, I pull my shorts back up and get something to clean him up. As I grab some kitchen paper, I see his eyes on me, still glazed and uncommunicative, his mouth is slack and his hands have let go of the table, resting near his face. Fuck!
“I’m sorry.” I whisper as I clean between his legs. “I’m really, really sorry. I got out of hand, I’m sorry.” I step back but let my hand trail down his back for what is probably the last time. I can’t believe I’ve just done that, I haven’t ever done that before and to the man I think I’m in love with, what am I going to do?
I feel Griff try to push himself up from the table top so I step back to give him some room, a scream building up inside me as I wait for him to look at me. I wait while he pulls his underwear and shorts back up, I daren’t move or look at him or, hell, even breathe. I stare at the ground and see his cum still on the floor. A sob forms in my throat, I am such a fuck-up; there’s no good way out of this, I’ve wrecked it.
But Griff’s hand touches my wrist, a soft, gentle touch. One I certainly don’t deserve, but it doesn’t stop and he slides his hand into my palm, gripping me tightly. I still can’t look up but, with a single finger under my chin, Griff pushes my head up to face his. I close my eyes as I anticipate the pain of his goodbye to hit me.
When I feel his lips on mine, I can’t stop the sob from breaking free of the confines of my chest. His mouth moves affectionately over my trembling lips. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay, I promise.” His mouth touches mine again and I feel the tip of his tongue slip over the seam of my lips.
“Don’t talk shit, Griff.” I pull away from him to see him properly. “Jesus Christ, Griff, how can you say that? Fuck!” I snatch my hand away and run it through my hair, gripping tightly at the roots. I turn away from him, tipping my head back as I screw my eyes shut tight.
“You didn’t do anything I didn’t ask for. For what it’s worth, I think that is the best time I’ve ever had. I never realized how submissive I am, what you did just then was like a fantasy I never thought I’d be allowed to have. You took me to places I didn’t know existed, my body has never been so heated, so desperate for more. Corrigan, you did nothing wrong. Please, baby, trust me, it was so fucking good.”
I dare myself to look at him and when I see his face, fuck! He is so damn hot, but it’s his honesty shining out at me, then his little, cute, half smile—the one that shows off a dimple—breaks out and I know he’s not finished yet.
“I may not be able to sit down for a while though.” Griff winks then pulls me back to him and wraps his arms around my waist. “Just wait till I get my turn at your ass!” His hands skim down and cup my ass as he leans in for a kiss. “Just say something, baby, please?”
“Okay, I believe you. I am struggling with this though, sweetheart, so give me a bit of time.” I beseech, waiting for him to agree.
“Of course, but I promise you, you did nothing wrong. C’mon, let’s get outta here, I need to do some clothes shopping.” Griff shrugs and kisses me one more time. “I need to get changed first.”
I watch him walk away and can’t believe my luck. He is as submissive as I am dominant. Jeez, this man is perfect, we were made for each other.