9. Finn
9
FINN
She stares at my cock, eyes wide.
“You like the look of this, huh?” Swiping my hand over my length, the pleasure streaks down my spine. I won’t last long. She’s too beautiful.
I lean forward, and panic flashes over her face.
“Are you going to…”
“Shove my fat cock into your mouth and make you take it as I fuck your throat?” I finish for her.
She lets out a squeal of alarm.
“Fuck that tempting little pussy of yours?”
A full, head-to-toe tremble shakes her. But she doesn’t shy away.
“You have no idea how much I want to accept that offer, pet.” But I can’t risk scaring her off, and I have a different claim in mind for right now.
Licking her lips, her expression nearly breaks my resolve.
But I hold out my hand in front of her mouth, not quite touching.
“Spit,” I demand simply.
“What are you…?” she whimpers.
Deliberately, teasingly, I lower my hips, so the heated length of my cock brushes on her inner thigh. I can’t contain a groan as the head touches her wetness—both from my tongue and the cream of her arousal. It takes all my control to hold myself there, and not thrust into her warm, tight pussy.
“Unless you want me to take lubrication from a different part of your body,” I rumble, and in my imagination, I rut myself over her already over-sensitised clit, rocking out another climax from her.
I half want her to refuse so I can have the excuse.
She lets out a whimper, and she closes her eyes. “I can’t spit. It’s so dirty.”
Ah, but this is more fun.
“Now.” My tone brooks no argument.
She opens her eyes again and they’re sparkling with disbelief.
“I…”
“I can’t wait any longer, pet.” I shift against her entrance, just the slightest bit.
Her lips pout, and the seconds draw out.
Then she hawk-tuhs onto my palm with the enthusiasm of the perfect little slut she is.
I close my fingers over her saliva, relishing this small piece of her.
“Good girl.” I lift my hips away from her sweet pussy and bring my hand to my cock. I groan as my wet fingers slide over the throbbing helmet. Bliss.
And despite having just come—repeatedly—Millie’s eyes are bright with desire as her gaze dips to where I’m beginning to stroke myself then back to my face.
“I love you watching me like that,” I confess as my fingers tighten, my forearm tensing.
She licks her lips, her little pink tongue unconsciously arousing.
“So sexy.” But I’m not even looking at the obvious parts of her as I jerk my cock fast and rough with her spit. Nope. I looked plenty at her arse—admittedly via cameras, and with clothes on—but her tits and her nipped waist and every part of her is gorgeous. But the thing that got me hard as stone was licking her out, and the sight that will tip me over is Millie watching me.
It’s the revelation of her desire that turns me on, when I thought I might be suffering on my own here.
“You are amazing.”
My balls draw upwards, and pleasure coils. I’m going at this vigorously, with all the pent-up lust of not having her when I need her.
“Finn,” she breathes.
I blow.
That one word—my name on her plush, pink lips and from her hot mouth—has my orgasm barrelling up and spurting out in waves of ecstasy.
“Millie.” My answering groan is choked as I stroke myself through wave after wave. I cover her belly, a possessive, primal claim. “Mine,” I grunt out, as a final surge hits me unexpectedly.
I’m wrecked by the intensity of coming in her presence, not just watching her from afar. I can’t stop looking at her. Half naked, legs spread, and covered in the slick, shiny evidence of her desire and mine.
Straightening the arm I’m holding myself on, I take filthy delight in having marked her with ropes of white.
Owning her. I’d make them into fecking tattoos if I could, except that stretch marks from having my baby will do that perfectly.
My hand shakes as I scoop up my semen from her soft belly and draw it down as she looks on in disbelief. I smear it over her mons then part her pussy lips.
She winces as I run my fingers around her clit, not over it, but near. Just close enough to threaten.
“Too sensitive?” I tease.
“Mmm!” she whimpers, nodding desperately.
“Spread your legs wider for me so I can push this seed where it belongs.” I slide my fingertips down and put the smallest amount of pressure on her entrance, nudging at it to tell her what I mean.
A shudder goes through her from head to toe, and she obeys, reopening for me where her knees had fallen inwards.
Slow but relentless, I sink two fingers into her.
“So hot, and still dripping wet for me,” I observe, trying to be objective, but not managing in the least. “You’ll feel like heaven when this is my cock.”
“Don’t…” she whispers.
I continue, one knuckle, the next, then pressing into the base of my hand and pulling my fingertips upwards to caress her inner walls. She moans.
“I could get you pregnant like this, my little virgin pet,” I croon as she arches onto my fingers. She’s not trying to run away. “You’re so beautiful it’s almost a pity to defile you with my cock. I could breed you like this and watch you come apart for me over and over.”
She makes an incoherent noise, then squeaks as I swipe my thumb over her clit. “You don’t mean that.”
“No,” I agree. “I need more for my compensation for being kidnapped.” I draw back my fingers then shove them back in. “I want to fuck you hard.” Again. “With my fingers.” Another thrust. “My tongue. My cock. Every. Fecking. Thing. I own. I want in. Your. Soaked. Pussy.”
“Why?” she gasps out.
I think she’s close to coming again.
“Because I want your scent over everything,” I tell her, but she’s moaning so much I don’t think she hears. “I want you in my life, unerasable.”
I smile as she breaks, tensing and sobbing as she comes again from my touch. It’s the hottest experience I’ve ever had, because this time, it’s with my seed inside her.
Her pussy squeezes my fingers so hard I’m certain for a moment that she’ll cut off my bloody circulation, or maybe devour my fingers entirely. Then it recedes like a tide, until her body goes from taut to almost liquid.
Her eyes are closed, and I examine her at my leisure, leaving my fingers as a pacifier in her warm, ravenous little cunt.
“You’re so responsive,” I tell her. She’s mind-blowing. She’s going to come on my cock so beautifully.
After a couple of minutes, a cramp sets into my shoulder.
I ignore it. Part of the price of being a filthy bastard who is twice the age of this perfect angel under me is that I should feel the discomfort of my body not being twenty anymore.
She’s so good and sweet, and three orgasms have knocked her out.
Then my knee begins to ache, and I admit defeat.
“Have I killed you?” I ask, teasingly, and reluctantly slide my fingers from the bliss of her wet passage.
Her eyelids flutter.
In the seconds it takes to find the key and unlock the cuffs, she’s stirred, and her big blue eyes are watching me. I gather her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
And the second her naked breasts touch my chest, I know for sure. I thought it was true before, but I had no idea. The trusting way she snuggles into me as I carry her to the bathroom solidifies every bone-deep instinct I’ve had about Millie.
I’m never letting her go.