Page 41 of Traces of Her
The pain, the pleasure… it’s a fucking inferno and I’ll gladly burn alive.
I grab his cock with just as much force, bringing his eyes back to mine. “Fuck me,” I breathe. “Take what’s yours.”
Grabbing my ass, he hoists me up and I hover right over him.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growls. “I won’t be gentle, I’m going to fuck you hard. It might hurt and you can cry all you want, but I’m taking what’s mine.”
With that, he practically drops me down, sinking his cock into me deep and hard. My breath catches in my throat at the same time a strangled moan comes out. He moans into my neck as he grips my hair again with one hand and grips my ass with the other. I wrap my legs around his waist, clutching onto his arms as he pounds into me, fast and hard against the wall. His balls smack my ass as he slams into me with a crushing force.
The room is filled with steam, sounds of flesh slapping, moans and cries from pleasure and pain. The heat inside my body builds in the pit of my stomach with each blow.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans against my wet skin. “That fucking pussy,” he says breathlessly.
“Fuck me, Griffin,” I demand. “Show me who my body belongs to.”
He growls loudly and fucks me harder than I knew was possible. I’m lost in how deep he is inside me that I don’t feel his hand moving until I feel something pressing against my forbidden entrance. Instantly, I tense up at the unfamiliar feeling.
“Relax,” he breathes. “Just breathe.”
He slowly starts to fuck me again and I relax against his finger pressing into me. A moan escapes my lips as his finger slips inside my virgin hole. He picks up the pace, driving his cock back into me quicker and harder while fucking my ass with his finger at the same time.
I feel him filling every inch of me and it drives me over the edge. Every fiber of my being ignites as he sets my body on fire. Clenching around him, I call out his name as he fills me with his cum, chanting my name like a prayer.
We finish showering and he carries me back to his bed naked and makes love to me long into the night.
A shrill sound rings through the dark room, stirring me from my sleep. Griffin’s phone lights up on his nightstand as he continues to lightly snore. Sitting up, I gently shake him, earning a groan from him.
“Griffin,” I say louder. “Your phone.”
“Who the fuck could possibly be calling me this late,” he grumbles, rolling over and grabbing his phone. “What?” he demands harshly into the phone.
Suddenly he sits up. “What the fuck did you do, Jared?”
All color leaves his face and a sheet of fear fills his expression as he listens to Jared ramble on the other end of the phone. He doesn’t utter another word. Quickly, he hangs up the phone and jumps up out of bed, rushing around throwing clothing on.
“What’s going on?” I ask him, hurrying out of bed.
“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” he says, walking over to me, kissing my forehead. “Everything will be alright, right?”
Wrong.
He leaves the room without another word as I quickly finish getting dressed.
The door hangs wide open, letting the frigid winter air slip into the house. Griffin doesn’t look behind him as he rushes down the steps and to his car. He didn’t ask me to come, he didn’t tell me to stay. He gave me nothing, except a fearful look on his face after he got a phone call from Jared. The look on his face, it was so real, so believable, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable with him going without me.
Shrugging on my coat, I quickly head out the front door and over to Griffin’s car, climbing in as he starts the engine.
“What are you doing?” he demands, quickly pinning his eyes on me.
“I’m coming with you,” I concur, grabbing the seatbelt and securing it across my body.
“No,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “No, you’re fucking not coming with me.” He cocks his head to the side with an impassive look on his face. “I am not walking you straight into the lion’s den again.”
Reaching across the center console, I grab his cool hand in mine, slowly stroking it with my thumb while his breath catches in his throat.
“Griffin,” I start quietly. “Whatever is going on, let me help you.”
He lifts my hand up, softly pressing his lips against my palm as he closes his eyes. He gently releases my hand, laying it in my lap and slowly reaches across me with his firm chest pressing up against me. His breath runs across my collarbone, his lips barely brushing my skin as I hear the door click and feel him pushing it open.