Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Josslyn,” he says, voice raspy. I glance up at him and my heart skips a beat again. When his hands close over my arms, I sit back on my heels quickly.
“No touching.”
His brows hike up. “You’re kidding, right?” he asks, but lets his hands drop to the bed.
“Not kidding.” I kiss his left knee and every inch of his inner thigh as I make my way up.
He fists the sheets. “Fuck. You really do want to kill me.”
I lick his balls and smile up at him. “I already told you, that doesn’t sound very fun.”
I keep teasing him, licking up his full length, then the sides, but never closing my mouth where he wants it. Finn’s breath picks up as I start kissing his abs, stopping at each muscle. I lick the dip of his throat and kiss his neck. I set my hands on either side of his face and look at him. He’d been out of town for two days before today’s home game and I’ve been missing him, but I hadn’t realized how much until this moment.
“I missed you,” I say quietly, and kiss him.
I mean for it to be a soft kiss, but Finn wraps his arms around me and takes over, his tongue delving into my mouth as he devours me. I break the kiss when I feel him shift, because I know he intends to flip us over and I don’t want that yet. I’m breathing heavily as I push myself up.
“Hands on the bed,” I say.
He growls, grabbing my ass hard and earning a loud gasp from me before doing as he’s told.
“So the entire time I was gone, the only thing you thought about was torturing me?” he asks, a rumble against my lips.
I smile and continue, kissing the path down his chest until I reach where I want to be, and this time, after I lick the sides of his length, I take him into my mouth slowly.
“Oh, fuuuuuck,” he hisses. The fitted corner of the fitted sheet snaps up as it comes undone with his grasp. “God damn it, Josslyn. Fuck. Fuck.”
I continue licking and sucking and massaging his balls as his hips push off the bed. I nearly laugh because I know what I’m going to say next is really going to drive him crazy, but I suck twice more before I let him go. His eyes are wild as he searches my face, panting as he waits.
“Can I touch you now?” he asks, his voice a croak.
I smile and move up a little, pressing my weight against him until my mouth reaches his ear so I can whisper, “You can touch me, but I want you to fuck my face.”
He stops breathing. But when I pull back and see the look in his eyes, I’m the one who stops breathing.
“I am so going to fucking keep you,” he says, eyes blazing as he positions us so he’s sitting at the edge of the bed and I’m kneeling before him.
He takes off the jersey I’m wearing and tosses it aside, and I don’t wait for instructions before taking him in my mouth again, inhaling sharply when he wraps my hair around his hand and pulls so hard, my eyes start to tear up. I continue licking and sucking as I condition my mouth to take him deeper. My thighs clench with each growl from his lips, each thrust of his hips. He hits the back of my throat, and the urge to gag makes me want to stop what I’m doing, but he doesn’t give me any reprieve.
“Breathe through your nose. Just like that,” he says. “Fuck yes. You take me so well, baby. So fucking perfect for me.”
His words shoot a wave of need through my body and I start clenching my thighs to make friction between my legs.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself while I fuck your mouth.”
I continue to grip one of his hips while I lower my other hand. He groans, thrusting harder as my fingers dance between my legs. He brings a hand down to cup my breast and pinch my nipples, and I moan around his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Keep playing with that pretty pussy,” he growls, thrusting faster.
He lets go of my hair and starts to play with both of my breasts. My fingers quicken to match the tempo of his thrusts, and I moan again, louder, as my core tightens and the familiar sensation whips through me. I start to shake as my orgasm consumes me. Finn pulls out completely, and through hooded eyes, I watch as he continues to pump his cock in his grip.
The sight keeps my hand moving and pulls another orgasm from me—so intense, I feel tears build in my eyes. I try to keep them open and on him. He gasps, throwing his head back with a roar, as he shoots cum all over my face and chest. We’re both panting by the time we finish. He lets go of himself and lowers his face to look at me, heat still flaring in those intense eyes of his.