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)
“No,” I stammer.
He inches his finger inside me.
“I— oh, I— Finn—”
“Look at you, baby. So innocent,” he says, and I can hear the sexy excitement in his voice. He tugs my panties down to my knees, where my jeans are, then stands. As he does so, he drags his fingers from my pussy to my ass. When a finger probes that entrance, I jump—
“No one’s fucked you here, either, I’m guessing?” he teases, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“No, but I don’t know if I can—”
“Shh,” he hushes me. “Not today. Don’t be scared. I’m just making sure I know.” He pushes slightly harder against my ass, until the tip of his finger is in me, in a place I’ve never let anyone touch before he put his tongue there last night. I moan unintentionally, and I hear the breath of a smile cross Finn’s face behind me. “Trouble,” he repeats.
“I like it,” I answer.
“Good.”
My heart is pounding so hard I can hear the blood rushing through my ears.
“Tell me what you want,” he says. “I don’t think you tell people what you want very often. I want to hear it.”
“I— I want you to fuck me.”
“Right now?”
“Yes.”
“Here?”
“Anywhere you want. Please, Finn.”
Finn grabs hold of my waist with one arm and lifts me, yanking my jeans and panties off with his other. For a moment, I worry he might drop me, but instead he swings me around so I’m cradled in his arms, fully naked. He looks hungry, like an animal on the prowl.
“We’re starting in the bedroom,” he growls.
Chapter 8
Finn carries me upstairs, where we pass two small bedrooms before arriving at the master. It’s immaculately decorated, with a chandelier and a view of the Atlanta skyline. The bed has a silky looking quilt on it; Finn sets me down, and I lie back, trying to calm the throbbing between my legs, the want for him. He watches me— no one has ever stared at me the way he does— then pulls his shirt over his head, once again revealing a rippling set of abs.
“Come here,” he says, beckoning me to the edge of the bed. I turn over onto my stomach and turn around. Finn steps up against the bed and guides my hand to the erection pressing against his pants. “Go on,” he tells me when my fingers linger on the elastic of the basketball shorts he’s wearing.
I hesitate just for a moment and then and pull them down, then his boxers, and can’t stop the excitement from showing on my face when his cock is exposed. It’s as big as I remembered, and the fact that it’s so incredibly hard for me is a turn on like I’ve never known. Without hesitation I lean forward and take it in my mouth; Finn groans and grabs hold of my hair, swivels his hips around so that his cock rolls against my lips.
I suck him, moving up and down as he guides my head. We fall into a rhythm, and the feel of him in my mouth is getting me even wetter than I already am.
“Don’t think I won’t come in your mouth, Kenley,” he mutters as he looks down at me, watching me with his dick in my mouth. Even though I’ve never been into it before, the idea of him shooting come down my throat thrills me. Still, I know what I want right now— what I need right now. I release his cock and look up at him expectantly.
Finn is breathing heavy; he nods a little at me, then walks to the nightstand and tugs the door open. He withdraws a box of condoms and tears the wrapper, then hands it to me. I grab for his cock and carefully unroll the condom down to its base— or as close to the base as it can get, given how thick he is. The fact that even the condom is struggling with his size frightens me, but in a way that’s not exactly unpleasant.
“Nervous?” Finn asks, watching me carefully.
I look up at him and think about lying. But I can’t. “Very,” I admit.
Finn smiles, taps underneath my chin. “I like that. Turn over.”
I obey instantly, rolling onto my back and spreading my legs for him. Finn climbs on top of me, seeming broader and taller and heavier now that I’m underneath him. He kisses me hard on the mouth, his tongue pushing through my lips. He gently squeezes one of my breasts, then lets his hands drifts down to my pussy. He locks his eyes on mine as he rubs my clit for a moment, not enough to make me come, but enough to make me feel like lightening.
“We’ll start easy,” he says, and I feel him positioning his cock at my entrance. I close my eyes— “No, look at me,” he says firmly. My eyes spring open, and are on his at the moment he slowly, fully slides his cock into me.