Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Come on,” he says, standing. “I’m not done with you.”
He pours more champagne and leads me into the bedroom. He sits back, watching intently as I undress. When I’m completely naked, he finally stands and takes off his own clothes.
“You should know something about me,” he says, staring into my eyes.
I’m trembling, more turned on than I’ve ever been.
“What’s that?”
“I’m a visual man. I like to look, love. I don’t want the lights down low. I’m not ashamed of myself. I’m not ashamed of fucking you. I don’t want you hiding under sheets, trying to keep yourself from me. I want you all. Every inch of you. Now, turn around.”
I chew my lip, but obey. Shivering with excitement. The way he speaks to me, tells me exactly what he wants, it’s intoxicating. I love how direct he’s being, but most of all, I love the way he’s looking at me body. I stand on my toes, showing him my ass.
“That’s a good girl,” he says.
When I turn around, his shirt’s off.
And holy wow, the man’s a specimen.
Cut chest, chiseled abs, like a sculptor went to town creating the ideal man. Tattoos cover his chest, disappearing down his arms. A Celtic cross, wolves, a sun and moon motif. Beautifully done artwork, worthy of a body like his.
“What else should I know about you?” I ask, coming closer to him. Walking on my toes still, trying to reach his height but failing miserably.
“I say what I mean. Like I think you have the most beautiful tits I’ve seen in a very long time. I love the taste of your pussy. I love the look in your eye, right now. Like you want to drop to your knees and swallow my cock.”
“Yes, please,” I say, smiling a little. “Can I be honest with you?”
“Absolutely.” He runs his fingers into my hair then grips tight. I gasp a little as he pulls and bends forward to kiss my nipples. “I expect my girlfriend to speak her mind.”
“I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve never gone home with a stranger. And honestly, I’m afraid, but I like it.”
“No reason to be afraid of me,” he whispers, tongue rolling around my nipples before he kisses me again. “I don’t want to hurt you tonight. Not unless you ask me to.”
I smile a little, licking my lips. “Do you do that? Hurt people, I mean?”
“Only if they deserve it.”
I reach down and unbuckle his belt. I help him get his pants and his underwear off. His cock is long and thick, twitching with his heartbeat, covered in veins. Finn’s massive, easily twice what Lucas ever was. And Finn’s rock hard, clearly appreciating this moment as much as I am.
Finn sits on the end of the bed and I drop to my knees in front of him. I take him into my mouth, sucking tentatively at first, but warming up to my task. He moans as I do it, which makes me moan in return, my hand slipping between my legs. Shit, I really am soaking wet. His dick slides up and down between my lips as my spit covers his shaft. Normally, I’m shy and hesitant, but tonight I’m Finn’s girl, and Finn’s girl can be whatever she wants.
I let myself loose. I suck harder, spit rolling down to gather in my hand as I stroke. He groans his delight, pushing me down. “Deeper,” he commands, and I let him slip into my throat.
I pull back, gasping, his eyes on fire. “I can’t wait,” he says, commanding now. “Ride me, Dara. I want to watch you ride me.”
I straddle him, head buzzing. Somewhere in the back of my skull I’m thinking, maybe there should be protection involved here, but it’s too late. I’m already arching my back and sliding down his shaft, his massive, bare cock filling me to the brim, and pleasure explodes through my skull as he kisses my lips, my neck, my nipples, sucking and licking me, hands exploring like he can’t get enough of my body.
There go all my doubts, all my hesitation, all my everything.
There’s only Finn between my legs.
I ride him, listening and obeying his commands. Speeding up, slowing down. He slaps my ass, does it again when he realizes that I like it. And finally, he pulls me onto the bed, pins me on my back, and fucks me like I need it.
Fucks me deep, fucks me hard. Fucks me like there’s no tomorrow, because for this relationship, there isn’t.
“Finn,” I gasp, back arching. “Finn, fuck, I’m going to come again. I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming.” The orgasm tears through me as he grunts, stiffening, and I feel him fill me. I feel him come deep between my legs in a dizzying rush of pure bliss.
We finish together in an explosion of bliss. I’m gasping for air, sweat dripping down my body. Purring like a content cat.