Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
The rumbling sound that moved through him made a liquid heat crest through my core even as he lowered me back down, then pressed a kiss between my breasts before making his way downward.
Over my belly.
Across the waistband of my shorts.
Then his fingers were working my button and zipper free, and he was waiting for me to lift up to pull the material down my thighs.
Leaving me in nothing but my black panties.
His lips were moving downward again, teasing the waistband of my panties, then downward where the crease met my thigh.
Then, suddenly, his lips were closing around my clit through my panties, making my hips buck upward into him as a surprised whimper escaped me.
His tongue started to glide across the sensitive spot, the friction of my panties creating a new sensation that had my hands grabbing his hair, holding him to me as my hips writhed against him.
Finn’s hand moved between us, yanking my panties to the side so he could trace his tongue up my cleft, then continue the circling of my clit without the barrier between us.
He drove me up slowly, but relentlessly, until my fingers were digging into his head, until my thighs were crushing the sides of his head, my muscles shaking, and my moans getting louder and louder.
Then just when it felt like it was never going to happen, the orgasm soared through my system, taking my breath and my vision for a moment.
Even as I was coming back down, though, Finn’s fingers were slipping inside of me, working to drive me back up.
“Finn, please,” I begged, the friction of his fingers only giving me a hint of what my body was truly aching for.
“Please, what?” he asked, looking down at me as his fingers turned inside of me, crooking, and teasing across my top wall.
“Please fuck me,” I said, my hips writhing against his palm.
That rumbling sound moved through him as his fingers slipped out of me, then into his mouth as his gaze held mine.
Then he was grabbing my hips, and yanking me against him. My legs wrapped around his waist, and then he was lifting me away from the counter, his hands sinking into my ass as he walked me through the kitchen, down the hall, then into the bedroom.
He lowered me onto the bed, and stood at the side, reaching behind his neck to pull off his shirt.
I didn’t think it was possible to feel more turned on than I already was, but as his chest and abdominal muscles twitched and tensed as he moved, I felt the need getting more acute.
His molten gaze was on me as he reached for his button and zip, then pushed his pants off of his hips, leaving him in nothing but navy boxer briefs, that did very little to hide how needy he felt as well.
I folded upward to sit off the side of the bed, my gaze tilted up toward his face as I drew down his boxer briefs.
His hand rested on the back of my neck as my hand slid up his thigh, then closed around his cock, my pussy aching at the thickness of him, the way he would fill me completely.
“Suck me, baby,” he demanded, voice rough.
I didn’t need any encouragement.
My head dipped, and I sucked him into my mouth, working him as his breathing got more ragged, as his fingers dug into my neck.
His fingers slipped up into my hair, tugging until his cock left my mouth.
Reaching down, he grabbed the undersides of my knees, and flipped me onto my back.
I was still smiling as he grabbed the condom from the nightstand, and slipped it on, his gaze on me.
Moving in at the side of the bed, he grabbed my ankles, pulling them up, and placing them on his shoulders.
Then his gaze was on me as he rubbed his cock along my pussy before slipping back down, and surging inside of me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my walls stretching to accommodate him as he sucked in a breath as he buried deep.
“Fucking perfect,” he groaned as his arm anchored over my legs, holding me against him as he started to fuck me.
Fast and deep, driving me up so quickly that I felt unprepared as the orgasm slammed through my system, making my thighs shake and my back arch and my fingers claw at the sheets.
Finn made a growling sound as he pushed my knees into my chest and fucked me through it, driving me back up before the first orgasm had a chance to fully subside.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured as he fucked me harder as my moans got louder again.
His hands moved out, closing over my breasts, squeezing and teasing as he fucked me toward that edge again, then throwing me over with a moan that sounded more like a sob.