Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Finn’s dirty talk made me shudder even more than his fingers, which were twisting and seeking. Lewd talk usually seemed mildly ridiculous outside of fiction, but Finn made every word sexy and potent.
“Now. I want that too.” Finding the condom laying on the bed, I passed it to Finn. I watched over my shoulder as he rolled it on, liking how he fumbled. Him as turned-on as me was a very good thing. Grabbing the lube again, he slicked himself up, then held the base of his cock steady.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned as I slowly started to lower myself down. “Careful. You’ve got me worked up, and I don’t wanna come yet.”
“Trust me, I don’t want that either.” I managed a trembly laugh. His cock was thick, and the stretch of my underused muscles was real. Bracing my hands on his meaty thighs, I rocked my hips in short bursts, trying to take a little more with each pass. I was breathing like I’d just attempted the Olympic hundred-meter dash, but I was determined. Willing my ass to relax, I rolled my spine and flexed my abs and—
“There.” Finally, I slid all the way down, his broad cockhead glancing against my prostate. I groaned as electricity raced up my spine, making my neck tingle.
“Good?”
Like Finn had to ask. I snorted, trying to laugh, but the fullness inside me made it come out as another moan.
“So good,” I panted as I continued to rock, his hands on my sides urging me on. “Hey! Thought you wanted me to do the work.”
“Uh-huh. So I can nap.” He gave a strangled sort of laugh. “Fuck. You feel amazing.”
“Same.” I found a rhythm and angle that had almost, but not quite, enough pressure on my spot.
“Yeah. Do it. Ride me.” The sound of our flesh slapping together ramped my pleasure higher, and every motion felt so good. Climax seemed both close and frustratingly out of reach. I wanted to touch my cock but couldn’t quite figure out the balance.
Trying a different arm position, I made a frustrated noise. “Fuck. Not sure if it’s cardio or yoga I need to up.”
“I’ve got you.” Finn slid a soothing hand down my side. “Roll over. My turn.”
“Yes.” I scrambled to comply. Much as the other position had been sexy, I was more comfortable on my back, him bending my legs toward my chest as he slowly pushed back in. He felt bigger in this position, more intense with his full weight behind each thrust. “Oh damn. Yes. That. Do that again.”
“This?” Thrusting deep, he angled my body slightly with his hands and that little adjustment had his cock right where I needed it most, perfect pressure.
“Yes.” I grabbed for my cock, and thankfully, Finn didn’t play any sort of toppy game of telling me I couldn’t touch myself. My cock was hard and leaking and ready. “Want more. Harder.”
“Think you can take it?” Panting, Finn was already thrusting faster.
“Give it to me.” I felt powerful, watching his arms tremble and eyes go glassy and wild. I was doing that, making him lose control. “Want it.”
“Yeah? It gonna get you off?” Fuck. Even his growly voice was enough to get me closer as I stroked my cock faster, tightening my fist every time he hit that magic spot inside.
“Yes. Yes. Finn. Close.” My body tensed, ass too, gripping his cock like I could hold him there.
“I can feel. Fuck. I can feel you. Wanna feel you go. Do it.” He thrust deeper and faster, exactly hard enough to have my teeth shaking and my cock throbbing.
“God. Yes. There.” I didn’t try and hold it back, chasing the climax like it might be my last, throwing everything I had into tensing, stroking, and coming. The first spurt hit my chin, and I kept stroking, trying to milk every last drop.
“Me too. Me too, baby.” Finn went deep and held, face scrunching up as his cock pulsed inside the condom. He was such a sexy sight that somehow my body managed one last spurt.
“Wow.” Inexplicably, I laughed as he gently untangled us, lowering my leg back to the bed, and taking care of the condom.
“Fuck,” he groaned, head hitting the pillow next to me. “You are so fucking hot.”
“Pretty sure that was all you.” I remained unreasonably giddy even as I snuggled into his side.
“Well, maybe it’s us together.” He danced his fingers through my chest hair, lingering over my heart, which leapt toward his touch. Fool organ, more than happy to hand itself over to Finn.
“We are pretty good together.” I sighed because part of me didn’t want it to be this good, this intense, this all-consuming. But I also couldn’t imagine not having had a chance to experience that. I’d lived a lot of years and never had sex gut me that much. “Thank you.”