He grabs my hips and I keep my hands above my head, holding onto the headboard. He rocks deep into me, fucking me harder. We’re both groaning and grunting now, and we’re being so loud, but I can’t help it. The moans just won’t stop coming. I love being loud for him, love getting fucked by his big fucking cock.
I writhe and moan, sweat on my skin as he fucks me. He slams into me harder, deeper, grunting and clearly enjoying himself. I can feel my orgasm coming on closer. I didn’t think I’d come my first time, but Griffin knows what he’s doing. He eased me into this, and now I’m totally his, fully and completely.
“I’m close,” I gasp as he fucks me deep. “I’m really close.”
“Come on my big fucking cock,” he grunts, pulling my hair. “Come on, girl. Come on that fucking cock.”
He slams into me, fucking me harder and rougher. He teases my breasts, cupping one in his palm as he fucks me, and I know I can’t help myself.
I start the come. The orgasm rolls up my spine, tingling along my skin, and explodes through me in a suddenly overwhelming motion. My whole body twitches and spasms, tensing and contracting as I take his thick cock deep between my legs.
He doesn’t let up. There’s no mercy in him. He just keeps fucking me deeper and harder, pushing me further into my orgasm, taking me higher and higher. I know I’m moaning his name loudly as I writhe and tense but I can’t help it.
As my orgasm slowly finishes, he grabs my hips and starts fucking me rougher. He grunts and tenses, and I know he’s coming. He comes inside of my virgin pussy, filling me up, and it’s a feeling I never imagined before. It feels so good, having him come inside of me like that. I gasp and groan as he grunts through his orgasm, and slowly we finish together.
He collapses onto the bed beside me. We’re both sweating, and neither of us thought this would happen. He laughs and I laughs.
“You’re going to be sore,” he warns me.
“I know.” I kiss him softly. “I don’t care.”
“Good.” He shakes his head. “I fucking adore you. Do you know that? You feel so fucking good.”
I grin huge and kiss him softly on his lips.
Just then, the sound of crying comes from the baby monitor. I sit up, but he puts a hand on my shoulder.
“I got it,” he says. “You stay here. Relax a little. You earned a break.”
I grin at him. “I guess I did.”
He kisses me again before getting up. He puts on clothes before heading in to check up on Lacey.
I collapse back into his big, comfortable bed, and I smile. I stare up at the ceiling. I can already feel the soreness coming on, but that doesn’t bother me. I’m sore for a very good reason.
I had sex for the first time. I had sex with a man, a real man who knows what he’s doing. He’s supposed to be my enemy, but I’ll never think of him that way.
I adore him too. I didn’t know I’d feel this way about him and Lacey, but I do.
Lying in his bed, smiling up at the ceiling and floating from my orgasm, I feel more at home than I ever have before in my life. I never want this moment to end.
17
Griffin
I keep thinking about Erin all the next afternoon. I keep thinking about her taste, the way she moaned, the way she begged.
But on top of that, I kept thinking about the way it felt to be with her and my daughter. The sex was absolutely incredible, and taking her virginity made me feel even better than I ever could have dreamed, but that wasn’t the only thing I liked about yesterday. Just being with her and Lacey felt more natural than I could have guessed.
After Lacey woke up, we played and went for a little walk around the neighborhood. We took her to a little park and got a little bite to eat at this corner place near me. It felt so normal and natural and good to walk around and spend time together that I almost forgot she works for me.
All of the awkwardness and weirdness was gone. For a second there, I was starting to think she was avoiding me for some reason. I go the sense that she wasn’t telling me something, but all of that went away as soon as we were outside playing together and acting like a family.
That word, “family,” freaks me the fuck out. I have to be honest. I’ve never had a family and never once in my life even thought about wanting one. At least, before Lacey was born.
But now that she’s here, I find myself missing out on certain things. It’s hard to raise a little girl without a wife, don’t get me wrong, but that’s not the problem. I can pay people to help me raise Lacey. I have no issues with that.
But there are experiences that Lacey and I are missing. There are certain family things that just work better with a wife and a mother in the picture. I didn’t really know that was something I wanted or thought Lacey might need, but just spending the day with Lacey and Erin makes me wonder.