Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurted out unceremoniously and felt his entire body stiffen. I waited for his response, maybe his shock, maybe him telling me we should slow down or, God forbid, stop.
“My sweet, innocent little virgin,” he groaned and slanted his mouth back down on mine.
I was surprised at how pleased he sounded with my admission, as if he’d been wanting to hear that his entire life.
My body tingled, fire racing along my skin. He lifted his hips up, digging his dick farther against me, and I gasped.
“I should be gentle with you, such an innocent little thing, Kitty.”
I was so ready for him.
He leaned in, and when I felt his tongue along the arch of my neck, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. He licked and sucked, gently suckling at my flesh. God, yes.
Fin was all hard, big, and strong, with bulging muscles. I was so tiny as I sat on his lap, straddled his waist, and felt how hard he was for me.
God, his cock felt big.
“I could just do this all night and get off, Kitty. Just holding you, licking you, smelling your sweet flesh.” He emphasized his point by inhaling deeply.
I was dizzy, lightheaded from my desire for him. I couldn’t handle much more, yet I didn’t want this to stop.
“I want to touch you,” I found myself saying before I could stop myself. I hadn’t meant to say those words out loud, but there they were, hanging between us.
“I’m yours to do with as you please. Touch all of me, baby.”
His focus was on my lips, and I licked them involuntarily, or maybe I did it on purpose. Maybe I wanted his focus on that erogenous zone.
I glanced down and saw how big his bulge was. I felt a little intimidated, and maybe he read my mind or saw my expression, because he moved his hands between us and undid the button then pulled the zipper down, freeing his erection. He gripped the base, and my mouth dried, my throat tightened, and I snapped my focus up to his face.
“Okay, baby. Touch me.”
The breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in left me on a whoosh, and I obeyed him instantly.
I reached between us with a shaking hand and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. This rough groan left him at that first touch. He was hot and oh so hard, so thick I couldn’t even touch my fingers together as I held him. And he was hot. God, he was so hot in my palm.
I was transfixed by the sight of him, how his balls were huge and a heavy weight under the thick, long length. I started stroking him gently, watching as I pleasured him.
“Goddamn,” he said hoarsely.
I didn’t slow, didn’t stop looking at what I did to him. I moved my hand faster, my mouth parting as I added more pressure. I watched as a dot of clear fluid lined the top of his shaft, and something moved through me to be more wanton. I slid my palm over the flared head and heard him hiss. I used his pre-cum as lubrication as I jerked him off.
I was so wet, so turned on watching him get this pleasure, knowing I was the cause of it. And as I started moving my hand faster up and down his length, as I heard his groans become harsher, more frantic in nature, I knew he was going to come. I knew I was going to get him off.
And so I renewed my efforts, wanting to see him explode, wanting that whiteness to cover my hand. I wanted the knowledge that I’d been the one to break Finland Hawthorne’s control.
“You already have, sweetheart,” he growled, and I snapped my gaze up to his face.
Had I said those words out loud? God, mortification filled me.
He gently pushed my hand away and shook his head. “If you keep that up, I’ll come, and although I know I’ll be able to get rock-hard again, the first time I get off with you is going to be when I’m buried deep in your pussy.”
He stared at me for a long moment before he said, “How ready are you for me?”
“I’m ready,” I said truthfully.
I’m so ready to be fucked by Fin.
14
Fin
I was off the bed and had her back to the mattress seconds later. All I’d needed to hear was how much she wanted me, those words spilling from her mouth like an auditory orgasm.
I forced myself to retreat a step back so I could control myself, so I didn’t mount her like some feral creature. Because I sure as fuck wanted to. And the sight of her on my bed, her body seeming dwarfed in my massive mattress, the fact that my scent surrounded her, that she’d now forever stay in this bed, because I wouldn't have it any other way, turned me on even more.