But who am I fooling? Because it damn sure isn’t him or even myself.

How can any woman resist this?

Resist him?

Such a beautiful, beautiful man.

My body goes into overdrive for him, walls clenching, body bucking as he sucks the whiskey off my tongue and from my lips.

Hungrily, his mouth moves to my neck and he jerks my back off the wall, stumbling through the balcony door.

Our lips connect, my back landing on the soft comforter of the bed. Griffin slips between my spread legs, perched on his knees, brown eyes like dark, wicked flames.

“Protected?” he asks.

“Of course,” I breathe. “Can’t take any chances, right?”

His upper lip twitches, his fingers coming down to the bottom of my dress. He circles his finger on the area around my anklebone, and I smile because it actually feels nice.

Pushing to his knees, he brings the bottom of my dress higher and higher while trailing caresses of his lips across my skin.

When the dress is bunched up around my chest, I lift up and he pulls the gathered material over my head.

My heartbeat quickens as he stares down at me, nestling his lower half between my legs. His cock rubs across my inner thigh through the fabric of his sweatpants.

My hands have a mind of their own, reaching forward and tugging his pants down. Next, his shirt.

I push up on my elbows and settle on my knees.

We are eye-to-eye now, his toned chest working hard as he breathes. My eyes travel down the length of him. Cut in all the right places, a slab of perfectly-toned abs on full display with a sharp V I would love to trace my tongue along.

Lightning strikes the sky, the dim lighting to our left allowing us to absorb our semi-nakedness.

The balcony door is still open, a breeze running through the room. All that is left on our bodies is our underwear.

I reach down, running my palm across the head of his cock. His eyes shut tight, and his lips part as he shudders. Something is bothering him, and I think I know what it is.

“We don’t have to do this,” I whisper into his ear. “We can stop.”

He grips my waist, head shaking, lips planting on my collarbone. “No, Angelina. Keep going.” He holds me snug against him. “Don’t you feel how hard I am for you?”

“Yeah,” I murmur as his lips skim up to the lobe of my ear.

I continue to stroke him through the fabric until I’ve had enough of just cloth. With dire need to feel flesh on flesh, I lower his boxers and grip his hot thickness in hand.

He groans and I sigh as his rock-hard member travels across my palm. “Feels good?” I whisper.

“So good,” he groans again.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Griffin. Whatever you need in order for me to satisfy you, I will do it.”

He picks up his head, studying my eyes. Then, he moves my hand away, watching my tongue run across my lips. “Turn around then,” he demands.

I swallow my desire, hesitantly turning my back to him. His warm fingers come up to the back of my bra strap and he unlatches it.

My D-cup breasts bounce when they are freed, and he brings both hands around me to cup them.

Toying with my nipples, he thrusts his groin against my ass and I breathe deep as he holds me tight to his hard body.

God, he’s so hard and thick. Everywhere. He grinds himself on my ass, still squeezing my breasts, his chest to my back. His breath runs across the bend of my neck, the sweet, natural scent of him driving me wild.

The rain comes down harder only a few feet away, the pleasant sound of white noise mixing in with heated breaths and scorching bodies.

“Whatever I want?” he asks.

“Whatever you want,” I return, rolling the seductive words off my tongue.

“Kay.” He pulls one of his hands from my breast and runs it from the small of my back to the tip of my spine. He then shoves me forward, face down, and I gasp as his erection slides through the crack of my plump cheeks.

“Stay just like that,” he growls.

And I do as I’m told, holding still for him.

His fingers skim my waist, and once he finds my panty line, he tugs the strings down, bringing them around my ankles.

Once removed, he groans, trailing kisses up my spine, one hand circling around to my thigh. Slowly, he runs his hand up, nearing damp heat.

My teeth catch my bottom lip, and I shut my eyes, intoxicated with desire. And once he finds my clit, still kissing my body tenderly, I buckle. Because he’s there… right there.

With ease, he guides his fingers through my slit, and dips his fingers into my entrance. Pulling back out, he groans, lips planted by my ribcage. “Your pussy is so fucking wet,” he murmurs, voice deep and vibrating through me. “I assume it will always be this way for me.” His finger comes back up to my clit, and he applies a gentle amount of pressure. I start to buck, but he presses down on my back, keeping me still. “Just like that, Angelina. Like that. Don’t move.”

He continues circling my nub, going faster and faster with each passing second, causing my knees to buckle and my back to arch. “Oh, God,” I groan.

“Feels good?”

“Yes,” I breathe, tossing my head back.

“Finish,” he demands.

My eyes shut, and with a few more slow, sensual swirls around my clit, I cry out, cursing loudly again.

Griffin pulls away slowly, watching as I collapse and bask in the bliss.

I breathe raggedly, but I’m not granted enough time to settle because he drags me to the edge of the bed and flips me over, adjusting between my legs.

He’s still unbelievably hard. His pre-cum glistens on his mushroom tip when I look down, studying his hard length. So thick. So long. So fucking big.

I know I’m in for ultimate pleasure.

Hovering above me, Griffin plants his hands outside my head, his cock at my entrance. I inch closer, wanting him to sink deep, fulfill my ache, but he doesn’t.

He holds back with a gleam in his eyes.

Thunder and lightning hit the sky, the breeze blowing stronger through the open door. I whimper, and he shakes his head. “How badly do you want me to fuck you, Angelina?”

“Badly, Griffin.”

“Yeah?”

I nod, running my hand down his chest, grabbing hold of his cock. His nostrils flare, eyes squeezing tight as I lower my body until my tongue can slide between the slit on his thick tip.

I know I’m only making this harder for him. His cock is so fucking hard I think he might explode with one simple stroke.

But, he proves me wrong. He lifts me back up and grabs my wrists, planting my arms above my head. And in one swift movement, he dives deep inside me, stilling—body locking for what feels like an eternity.

My back goes into an instant curve, a heavy moan spouting through my lips from the unforeseen stroke. Griffin sucks on one of my nipples as he starts moving, grunting like a savage, slamming into me repeatedly.

His hands continue to hold my wrists, and with the speed of a jackrabbit, only his hips move, drilling, screwing, filling me up with each rapid thrust.

Skin slaps, and beads of sweat ride on his chest. He grunts, squeezing my wrists, eyes hard on mine, refusing to look away.

I close mine, but when I do he pulls away from my wrists, grabbing my face in his hands.

My eyes shoot open and when ours connect, his head shakes. “Watch me,” he rumbles. “Watch me own this pussy, Angelina.” He leans forward, lips coming to the shell of my ear. “You say you can’t be owned. I’m about to prove that theory false.”

Still gripping my face, he keeps my eyes on his, his cock still hammering away, sinking deep inside me. I clench around him, moaning, panting, and sighing.

My body goes wild, my sex soaking his cock.

With each stroke he grunts, and in no time at all he switches positions, shoving one of my legs up and sinking so deep I feel him in the pit of my belly. He steadily rocks, increasing speed, gripping my ankle and pounding mercilessly.