Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Finn gives a grunt of satisfaction, then moves one hand between my thighs, letting the edge of his fingers tease at my pussy. “Teasing me like that isn’t nice, Kenley.” He raps a hand on my left ass cheek and I squeal in something between pain and delight and hunger for more. I hear him make a contented sound behind me. I start to lift up—
“No, Kenley,” he says, urging me back down. I heard a shuffle of fabric, then whimper as I feel his bare cock against my ass. “You’re in charge, maybe, when we’re talking mathematics. But I think we both know I’m in charge when we’re fucking. Right?”
“Yes, yes,” I say, breathless, arching my back, eager to feel his cock closer to me— eager to feel it in me, hurt at the knowledge that he can’t just fuck me right now, without a condom. The idea of him bare inside me is so arousing that my knees feel wobbly.
“Good. Glad we understand that,” he says, then strokes my clit with a finger, until make a nearly purr-like sound in my throat, a sound I don’t think I’ve ever made before. He slips a finger into my pussy, playing at the edges of my entrance, the pulls away and lowers to his knees. I jump when I feel his warm breath on my thighs, then feel myself melting as he licks, long and slow, along the length of clit, all the way to my ass. On his knees, he’s the exact height to lick my pussy like this, the exact height to suck my clit between his lips, and I moan shamelessly.
He pulls away, spanks me again, then rises. I know better than to look back, but my body is electric waiting for his touch again. “Sit on the bed,” he instructs. I do so, spinning around, immediately spreading my legs for him. He lets his eyes explore my pussy for a moment, then strokes it tenderly. “Touch yourself,” he says.
“What?” I say, alarmed.
“Touch yourself,” he says plainly.
“Oh,” I say, and whatever shamelessness I’d born before was gone— he wants me to touch myself? In front of him? The idea itself is making me flush, and I haven’t even started. I tenderly pull my legs a little farther apart, and reach down to my clit.
Here’s the truth— I’m lousy at getting myself off without a vibrator, and even then, the orgasms are a fraction of what I experience with Finn. I feel clumsy as I rub my clit with two fingers; Finn studies me, his cock hard and pointed straight to the sky. Looking at it helps— imagining it in me helps— but I’m still a poor substitute for him. I turn red, embarrassed at my own ineptitude.
Finn notices, and smiles at me. “Relax,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you. Are you worried I’m not?”
“No,” I say, even though I sort of was. “I just— you’re better at this than me.”
He climbs on top of me, hovering over my body; his cock drifts along my stomach, tickling at the underside of my breasts. I tremble.
“Don’t work so hard on your clit just yet,” Finn says, his eyes locked on mine. At that exact moment, I’d been furious rubbing my clit; I back off. “Play with it. Tease it. I want you to run your fingers along the sides of your pussy. I want you to think about me thrusting into you that first time.”
I nod weakly. Finn lowers his face a bit and kisses my neck lightly, letting his breath dance across my skin. He kicks one leg over me, so he’s on his side next to me. My eyes follow him, never breaking the contact, my hands still obeying his commands. I see him slide a hand down his waist, and dare to look down to see him gently stroking his cock. Something about seeing this— have I ever seen a man touch himself before?— makes a moan slip from my lips.
“Think about something you’re afraid to tell me you want to do,” Finn says, voice nearly a whisper. “What is it you secretly want, Kenley? You want me to fuck you, but there’s something more. There’s something else. There always is. Put a finger into your pussy and think about that.”
My chest feels fluttery as I obey. Truthfully? There are a thousand things I want Finn to do to me. I want him to pick me up and hold me on his cock. I want him to tie me up and spank me. I even want him to fuck my ass, which terrifies me, but yet…the idea of it is so amazing. I want to try everything with Finn, in a scandalous, dirty sort of way that I’ve never wanted before.
I whimper.
“Good,” Finn says. “Now go back to your clit, but you circle your fingers around it, like I do with my tongue when I’m eating your pussy.” I obey, and now, I can feel the beginning of an orgasm rising in my chest, straining at me. Finn looks away from me, watching my hands; he reaches down and knocks my knees farther aside so he can get a better view, unafraid to be staring at this private act.