Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
There were a suspicious number of women in the store.
"Finn," my little bookworm moans, squirming against me.
"You need my cock, pretty baby?" I growl, picking her up around the waist and dropping her on the desk. I pry her legs apart, working her skirt up her hips at the same time. My fingers run over the seam of her pants, and I growl again when I feel how wet she already is for me.
"Yes," she moans. "Oh, please. Oh, please."
She begs so sweet when she wants to fuck.
I flick her panties to the side to play with her cunt, groaning at the feel of her sticky juices against my fingers. She's so damn hot. Fuck. I need to taste her again.
"Lean back."
She obediently leans back, balancing carefully atop the desk.
I drop to my knees in front of her, dragging her ass to the edge of the desk.
"Don't let anyone hear you," I growl, and then bury my face in her pussy.
Her shocked cry turns into a whine, her heels digging into my back. She rides my face from below, greedy for the orgasm she knows I'll give her. I lick and suck, fucking my tongue into her little hole and then circling it around her clit. Jesus, she tastes even better than she did last night. I need her even more than I did this morning.
I have a feeling that will always be the case with her. Every time I get inside her, it'll only intensify the ache, only make me crave her more. I'm a Scarlett junkie, craving the next hit before the first has even left my system.
"Oh, oh," she moans, right there on the edge.
I rip myself away from her cunt, rising to my feet.
"No," she whines.
"You come when I say you can come, Scarlett." I tug my zipper down, freeing my cock. God, he hurts for her. Like he hasn't had a taste of her at all. "And you aren't coming unless it's on my cock."
"Then get in me," she demands, her eyes on fire with a combination of fire and fury. They compel me, commanding me to obey and give her what she needs. She's the sweetest little bookworm, so obedient until she doesn't get what she wants. And then she turns into a fiery little goddess with the devil in her soul.
I'd crawl through hell to do her bidding.
"Finn!" she shouts when I thrust into her hard, my hand around her throat.
My head kicks back, a loud groan echoing through the storeroom. "Goddamn, this pussy. You have any idea how fucking good it feels wrapped around my cock, Scarlett?"
"Yes," she moans, writhing on top of the desk.
"It's so tight. So wet. So fucking hot." I pump my hips, pounding into her. "I'm going to leave my dick imprinted in it, pretty baby. Gotta make sure it knows who it belongs to."
Her inner walls clench around me.
"You want to come, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"Then slip your hand between your thighs and play with your clit like a good girl," I growl. "I want to feel your fingers against my balls while I'm fucking you."
She jumps to obey, slipping one hand between our bodies to circle her clit. Her fingertips bump against my balls, and I damn near lose my mind. Fuck, I wish I had her spread out naked in the bed so I could really enjoy the sight of her like this.
"That's it," I croon, stroking deep as she plays with her clit. "Feel how hot you are for me, pretty baby? You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"
"Yes," she moans, writhing in pure ecstasy.
"Then give it to me. Cream all over me."
She whines, circling her clit faster. I pound into her until the desk rocks beneath us, trying to get her there. Fuck, she needs to get there before I lose it. I tighten my grip on her throat and she goes up like kindling, detonating around me.
"Finn," she cries, her hazel eyes locked on mine as she unravels.
I growl her name as her cunt locks down on my shaft, milking the cum from my balls. I thrust into her deep and still, filling her full of me. Cum spurts from my cock in heavy pulses, filling her until it leaks out, making a mess of both of us.
"Fuck," I chant. "Fuck, fuck."
"I love you."
I collapse forward, pressing my forehead to hers and panting for breath. "I love you, Scarlett Crawford from Gatsby Books," I whisper against her lips. "So much it's terrifying."
"Then I'll be brave enough for both of us," she whispers back, making me smile.
She's already brave enough for both of us.
I kiss her softly, sinking into her, loving her gently as we both come down. My hands brush up and down her sides in lazy passes. I can't help myself. Taking care of this woman is instinctive to me. I live and breathe for her. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to make her happy.