Griffin’s arms wrap around my waist, and he hauls me into his lap. “Good because my intentions for you also include f*****g your brains out every day.”
I laugh, my head falling back as his lips trace my jaw. “I don’t know if that’s possible. You’d have to grow tired of that eventually.”
“I never would get tired of you, Cora. Not in a million years with your pussy.”
When he kisses me, the world around us fades away.
Griffin’s mouth moves against mine, the soft pressure of his lips permanently etched into my mind.
My fingers weave through his hair, pulling him closer as his hardened c**k presses against me.
Griffin nips at my bottom lip, and I moan.
His tongue tangles with mine as his hands slide up and down my waist. Griffin’s hands roam over my hips before he cups my ass.
He lifts
