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Finn dropsme on the bed, and I crawl backward, making room for him to join. It’s a king with silk sheets and the heaviest duvet I could find. I wanted this space to feel luxurious for the same reasons that I spent too much of my salary on designer lingerie and robes with lace on the sleeves. There are certain aspects of my life that I like to keep to myself. In a career like mine, where I’m forced to interact with some of the most pathetic men to have graced this earth, I enjoy spoiling myself with things that I know they’ll never see.
Matching bras and panties and sheets that cost more than the computer in my office are what I buy just for myself because I haven’t had anyone to show them to in years. But that’s changed quickly. Suddenly, Finn’s staring at my panties and touching my sheets, and I’m excited by that change.
I want to wake up tomorrow and have my fluffy pillows smell like his cologne, knowing that he was the one who stripped me of the lingerie I wear as armour every time I leave this condo and step into work.
My crown brushes the headboard. I steady myself, sucking in a sharp breath. He hesitates at the end of the mattress, stalling, maybe. I run my eyes up the length of his body three times asI use trembling hands to push my damp hair out of my face, suddenly sweating.
I’m still slick, sensitive as I curl my toes in the air and press my heels into the comforter, unsure what to do next. The majority of my sexual encounters have been led by me because I don’t trust leaving my pleasure in the hands of a man. If I don’t go for what I want and take what I need, then I won’t get it. I’ll be used and discarded after whoever was with me has gotten off and has had his pride renewed despite failing miserably.
But that hasn’t been the case tonight.
It’s been the opposite. And I don’t know what to do next besides beg him to keep going.
The bulge in Finn’s jeans is impossible to ignore. He looks bigger than usual, with his shoulders heaving and pulled back while he shoves a hand through his messy hair. His abdominal muscles are flexing without him trying, and I itch with the desire to lick each one, from the V at his hips up to the thick ridges at his sides. Without looking away from me, he brings his palm down his face and pushes his fingers into his mouth, sucking softly.
My vision goes fuzzy when I realize he’s tasting what’s left of my cum.
“Do you want to stop?” I whisper.
Needing the fabric off, I wiggle my panties down my legs and toss them aside. I can feel the arousal drip down my pussy and onto the bed.
He removes his fingers and follows the trail, licking his lips. “No. Do you?”
“Please don’t.”
I moan when he rips off his jeans and boxer briefs in one frantic movement. There’s nothing nervous about the way he wraps his fingers around his bare cock and strokes twice before forcing himself to stop, jaw clenching. My stomach tightens tothe point of pain when I stare at his naked body for the first time, all for me. Only me.
His dick is huge, which I already knew from the pictures we’ve exchanged. But seeing it like this is different. It’s real. He’s actually that thick and long, but with an angry red crown that’s glistening in a way I couldn’t see in the pictures. The long vein that runs up the underside is new, and my mouth waters when I decide I’m going to follow it with my tongue.
Finn digs a knee into the bed at the same time I push up onto my hands and knees. His pupils expand, swallowing the blue-grey as he watches me crawl toward him. He sucks in when I tip my head back and stare up through my lashes.
“What are you doing?”
I swallow my nerves and wrap a hand around his cock, touching it softly. My fingers barely touch as I guide it toward my mouth and run it across my closed lips. His cum stains my mouth, and I dart my tongue out to lick it off, my lashes fluttering.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I murmur before slipping the tip into my mouth.
His taste fills my mind, and I shut my eyes as I suck, working more of him inside. I run my tongue over the slit before flattening it and guiding his cock along the length, moaning when he throbs, precum dripping. He digs his fingers into my hair and bunches it in his fists before massaging my scalp and jerking his hips. It’s a barely there movement, but I know what he wants.
Drool pools on my tongue when I pull back and suck loudly on the head before sliding back down. I reach behind him and grip the back of his thigh to gain more leverage, then push further, bringing him to the back of my throat. With a gag, I retreat and repeat the movement. I wish I could take it all.
“You’re so beautiful,” he praises, voice strained. “That feels so good, baby. Don’t stop. Suck my cock just like that . . .shit, Bree.”
His words encourage me to keep going. My nails dig deep into his thigh as I move, my head bobbing faster, drool leaking from the corners of my spread lips. The pinch in my cheeks doesn’t slow me down. I’m rubbing my thighs together now, unable to ease the endless emptiness in my core. My arousal coats my skin as I throb and ache but don’t stop.
“That’s enough—I don’t want to come in your mouth,” Finn rasps before pulling me off him and easing me onto my back.
I dry my mouth with the back of my hand and wait, my heart racing as I catch my breath. His taste lingers, teasing me. I reach for him the moment he kneels between my legs and hovers over me. He kisses me eagerly, his tongue swiping across my lip and dipping inside, tangling with mine.
His wet cock presses to my belly, still slick with my spit. I run my hand down his spine and to one of the dimples above his ass, tracing over it as he lowers his mouth to my throat and sucks. Arching my neck, I moan and palm his head, yanking his hair.
“Get inside of me,” I plead, hips lifting beneath him. “I can’t wait anymore.”
He nods, lips parted as he grips himself and drags his tip through my slit. “I need a condom.”
It bumps my clit, and I cry out, shaking my head. He repeats the motion, dragging my slick over my needy pussy. My eyes roll back as I mewl and tighten my hold on his hair, hoping I’m not hurting him but unable to let go. His cock spreads my entrance and presses in barely an inch before retreating and moving over my clit again.
