Griffith Guts Novels & Stories

I exclaimed wide-eyed. “I baby goat you not. Now tell meeeeeeeeeeeee…” She added a whine to her tone. I felt an uncontrollable grin stretching on my lips, and that didn’t go unnoticed by her because she jumped on top of me, then started shaking me by my shoulders violently as if all the words would just start piling out of me. “Jesus, Crystal. What the hell did Professor Griffith do to you?” “It's Griffin. Duncan Griffin.” I corrected looking her through my lashes, and oh my. How I wish I didn’t.

I turned to Griff and raised my brows. “His name was Jericho,” he said. “Jericho Griffiths,” Edmund licked his lips and panted. “Lost nine-hundred units of gold on the baccarat table. Borrowed a thousand at a compounding rate of 10.995%. Yes, I have him… oh!” My skin tightened with revulsion. “Would it help if you stood?” “Perhaps you’re right.” He rose off the seat and exhaled a long breath, then shook out his shoulders. “That’s much better. It’s the breeches, you see. The fabric bunches around me when I sit, creating an unbearable amount of friction.”

And Claire’s whole body dissolved in the molten lava of her release. “Fuck, yes,” Griff growled, and let himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushed deep – as deep as he could go – and then held himself there. His large body strained, tensed… and he rode the undulating, pulsing waves, just let them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.

He pressed her boobs as he watched her hit climax while rubbing her clit so fast. Griffith, who was up and ready, shoved his dick into her mouth, almost in her throat. The more she licked, the more he ejaculated, and the more she kept on repeating the same thing of mixing his sperm with her saliva. He couldn’t take it for long as he released it inside her mouth repeatedly. She began rubbing his dick in an upward and downward motion as she kept on sucking the cap of his cock. He had taken a break as he was about to drill her pussy with his cock.

My lungs ached from the process of holding my breath, and my palms by my side turned slick with sweat as every muscle in my body went tight. And finally I saw them. Griffin. And his crew. They emerged into the clearing, cursing and throwing crude insults about the race. Griffin looked furious, but his shoulders were still squared, his chin lifted high; even after defeat, he still carried himself like he hadn’t lost. A gasp caught in my throat as I tried to process it. My heart was thundering heavily in my chest as I crouched lower. What were they doing here? Was this where they came from?

His keen intelligence was evident in the incisive timbre of his voice. Gloriana’s stomach growled, and she picked up a sandwich from the plate and forced herself to chew it. It was beyond her that she should feel such a strong physical reaction to someone who clearly couldn’t stand the sight of her. And it was getting a bit hard to put it down to stress and anxiety. Griffin ended his call, dropped the phone into his pocket, and stalked to his desk, gripping the high back of his chair as he studied her with relentless intensity.

My voice was loud, rough with fury, and he flinched, nodding furiously. “Good,” I said, holding up the medicine bottle to the camera. “Tell me—what do you know about this?” Griffin’s eyes widened, the recognition in them immediate. He began mumbling through the cloth tied around his mouth, but his words were garbled. “Derrick, remove that cloth,” I snapped. “He’s trying to say something.” “Yes, sir.” Derrick moved swiftly, untying the cloth around Griffin’s mouth and tossing it aside. Griffin exhaled loudly, gasping as though he’d been deprived of air for hours. He blinked at the camera before locking his watery eyes on me.

Before I could react, Johnny had already grabbed a pair of tongs from the utility shelf and pinched up a wad of soiled tissue, moving to shove it into my mouth. He dangled it in front of my face. The smell was sharp enough to make my eyes water. My heart hammered, and my throat tightened. "Get away from me! Don't touch me!" I fought to shake them off, but my hands were pinned, and I couldn't move. Daniel was doubled over laughing. "I love watching trash like you squirm."