𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗩𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁: 𝗚𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰
involves smut ( Garrett Graham will dominate you )
I will be getting straight to the point because I know that all of you freaks on here want one thing only
The rain drums against your windowpane, a steady rhythm that syncs with the restless beat of your heart. It's past midnight, you're curled on the couch, scrolling mindlessly, when a sharp knock echoes through your quiet house..three decisive raps that make your phone slip from your fingers.
The door swings open before you can even process the sound, revealing Garrett Graham framed in the doorway, water dripping from his hair, drenching his leather jacket. His eyes lock on yours, dark and desperate. He doesn't ask permission he's already crossing the threshold, kicking the door shut behind him with a force that rattles the walls.
Garrett’s voice is low, steady as he speaks “We need to talk,”
He steps closer to you, his tall frame looming over your smaller one. His leather jacket is soaked, plastered to his muscular back. He unbuttons it slowly, revealing his taut abs and the tattoo you've only seen glimpses of before. He lets the leather jacket fall to the floor with a wet slap
“I couldn't fucking stop thinking about you,” he admits, voice low and rough. “About the way you looked at me earlier. About the way you—” He cuts the distance between you two, his movements predatory. He cages you against the wall, his hands slamming on either side of your head, trapping you. His face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips.* “About the way you fucking smiled at me.”
Your heart hammers against your ribs as he cages you against the wall, his massive frame dominating your space. You can smell the rain and his cologne “Why are you here, Garrett?” you whisper, voice trembling though you try to sound brave.
His thumb traces your lower lip, forcing it to part. “Because I couldn't fucking stay away,” he growls, his thumb pushing past your lips. “Because every goddamn thing about you drives me crazy.” He leans in closer, his forehead pressing against yours. “Because I need you, to smell you, touch you, taste you.”
His hand slides from your mouth, gripping your throat gently but firmly. You swallow hard against his palm. “Tell me to leave if you want me to,” he says darkly, “Last chance.” You're silent, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you stare up at him. He takes that as his answer. His other hand grips your waist, lifting you effortlessly as he claims your mouth in a bruising kiss. He walks you backward until your back hits the nearest surface..your couch.
He lays you down on the couch, straddling your hips, his weight settling between your thighs as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand. His free hand traces down your side possessively.
“Missed me, bunny?” he murmurs against your skin. You gasp, your back arching off the cushions as he bites down gently on your neck, marking you. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. “You have no idea,” he breathes, his thumb stroking your wrist. “How many times I thought about coming over here and taking what's mine. My needy little bunny.”
He leans down, his lips crashing against yours in a rough, hungry kiss and his hand releases your wrist to grab your thigh, pulling it around his waist as he grinds his hard length against you. His other hand shoves up your shirt palming your breast roughly as he grinds his hips against yours. “You gonna be a good little girl for me?” he murmurs against your neck. Before you can react, he's pulling your ass up into the air, his hand coming down hard on your cheek with a loud smack.His hands yank your pants down roughly, bunching them at your ankles. You hear his belt buckle clink. He spreads your thighs apart, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. “Beg for it,” he demands, his voice thick with want. He teases the tip against you, not pushing in yet.
You squirm beneath him, desperate for friction, your body aching for him to just take you. “Please, Garrett... I need you,” you whine, looking back at him over your shoulder. "Good girl." With one hard thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, making you cry out. He sets a brutal pace, fucking you into the couch cushions, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. One of his hands leaves your throat to grip your hip, angling you just right so he hits that spot deep inside that makes your vision blur. The other hand reaches underneath you to play with your clit roughly. Your body is arching as his fingers torture your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you while his cock pounds relentlessly into your G-spot. You're overwhelmed, your nails digging into the fabric of the couch. “Garrett... I can't” you whimper, your voice breaking.
“You can, and you will,”
He feels you clenching around him, close. “Not until I say so” he growls, his thumb pressing down hard on your clit while his thrusts become punishing. “You don't come until I'm deep inside you, filling you up. Understand, bunny?” Your body trembles violently as you fight the urge to let go, his grip on your hip almost painful as he continues to ravage you. “I said, understand?” he snaps, his thrusts becoming erratic and harder, forcing you to nod frantically. “Words, bunny.”
“Yes! Yes, I understand!” you sob. He finally lets go of his restraint, slamming into you one last time with a guttural groan. You feel him pulse inside you, spilling hot and deep as he empties himself completely. The sensation triggers your release, your body seizing up as your orgasm crashes over you violently. He rides out your high, grinding his hips against you to prolong the pleasure until you're both completely spent. Slowly, he collapses over your back, pressing his weight against you. He presses soft, open mouthed kisses against your shoulder. “Did so good for me, bunny,” he murmurs. “My perfect girl.”
He gently pulls out of you, making you both groan at the sensitivity. He turns you over carefully, looking down at your messy, satisfied face with a possessive smirk.
“Now..go to sleep”
Part 2??
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