wet enough.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just go slow.”
Griffin continued to play with me until I was nice and wet.
“ ‘Go slow,’ she says. But she’s already soaking, and it’s been less than two minutes.”
He pushed down on my G-spot when he added another finger, and I moaned.
Soon, his hands were gone, and I heard the sound of the condom wrapper.
Both of us had gotten tested and come back clean, but we’d both decided it was best to keep using protection since we weren’t technically in a committed relationship.
Griffin’s cock replaced his fingers as he slowly thrust into me.
I pounded my fist on the counter. “So good.”
He withdrew and pushed back in. He did this over and over, taking his time with me.
I was close to a climax, but I needed a little something more to push me over the edge.
I’d been letting him run the show so far, but now, I decided to push my hips back into him. Simply to let him know I wanted harder and faster.
But I wasn’t expecting the slap across my ass.
I gasped in shock and excitement as I froze.
Griffin grabbed my hips and began pounding into me. Hard and fast, just like I wanted.
“Oh God,” I yelled as I tried to find something to hold on to. I ended up finding the center of the sink and clutching my fingers tightly on to it as I held on for the ride.
Griffin tilted my hips, and his dick hit me right where I needed him. It wasn’t but three deep thrusts, and my knees were buckling underneath me as an orgasm washed over me.
Grabbing my hips, Griffin kept me from falling as he slammed into me. With one last lunge, he exploded.
He collapsed on my back, breathing hard. He kissed the top of my back and stood. After he slid out of me, he helped me stand up and turn around.
After throwing the condom in the garbage, he pulled me into his arms. “That’s a better way to wake up than any coffee.”
I laughed and hugged him back.
Twenty-Six
Griffin
After Madeline left, I worked out, showered, and went over to my parents’. Sometimes, I didn’t go over to their place on my day off, but I did often. Especially during football season. My dad and I had been watching football together since before I could remember.
“Here you go,” my mom said, setting down some chips and dip on the coffee table for us.
“Thanks, Mom. I could have gotten those.”
It didn’t hurt that my mom liked to feed my father, too, and always kept snacks on hand.
“I was cleaning out the cupboards anyway.”
“Right,” I said.
She always made an excuse to bring food out to us. My father was spoiled, but it was a good thing he didn’t act like it. She liked to take care of him but wouldn’t be treated like a doormat.
“I pumped up the tires in her car this morning,” he told me after Mom left the room.
I smiled and picked up a chip. “It’s okay, Dad. I know how you two take care of each other.”
My dad scooted to the end of his recliner and grabbed his own chip as a commercial came on the TV. “How’s Madeline?”
I frowned. My dad didn’t normally ask me this. Did he have some sort of dad Spidey sense?
“Uh, she’s fine. I saw her this morning. She didn’t mention anything. Is something going on with her parents?” It was the only thing I could think of since our parents were neighbors.
My father looked confused. “No, I was talking about how your mom kind of gave her the third degree last week.”
Now, it was my time to look confused.
“Oh. She didn’t tell you?”
I shook my head.
Dad looked around the corner, as if to make sure Mom couldn’t hear what he was about to say. “Your mom was very surprised by the extravagant gift you got Madeline, and it worried her. She told Madeline that she worried you might not find someone because Madeline was in your life.”
“Wow.”
“She realized later that she’d overreacted. Madeline has never stopped you from dating, but it was too late. She’s worried she offended her. But Madeline didn’t say anything to you?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Look on the bright side, son. Maybe that means Madeline didn’t make a big deal out of it, and that’s why she didn’t say anything to you.”
“Yeah, that’s probably it.”
My dad patted my knee. “I’m sure it is. I’ve known Madeline since she was little. She’s a good egg.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
I fiddled with