CHAPTER 53 #4
After picking me up, he sits me on the arm of the couch. I fumble with his belt and the button on his jeans, needing him so fuckin badly that my hands are trembling. He helps. Eventually, his jeans and briefs litter the floor along with the other articles of clothing we’ve discarded.
We’ve both been tested, and I have an IUD, so there’s no question about him taking me bare.
The thought of it has my core tightening with want. I widen my legs to let him in, and he groans at the sight before him. Then he closes the distance and grabs the chain around my neck, while his other hand dips between my legs, his fingers sliding back inside me.
“You ready for me, Lil’?”
I nod.
“Let me hear it, then.”
“Yes. More than.”
“You sure? Because I’m about to deliver on what you ask for.”
With all the sass I can muster, I tease, “Promises, promises.”
He chuckles darkly and twists the chain around his fist. His other hand grabs his cock.
For a moment, he watches the tip of his cock as he runs it up and down over my slick pussy.
Raising the chain, he lifts my chin and takes my mouth in a long, drawn-out kiss.
He notches the head of his cock inside me, and so painfully slowly, pushes forward.
The feel of him is better than I remembered. Memory doesn’t do it justice. His cock is thick and veiny, wide at the tip, with a girth that leaves little to the imagination and guarantees a lasting impression, one I’ll absolutely feel tomorrow.
With one hand guiding my hip to meet his, he slides out and back in. Out and back in. Each glide hits a different depth until he’s seated fully inside me.
It begins as a gradual, torturous seduction—more about savoring the feel of our connection than the need to reach an orgasm.
Long steady strokes.
Kisses along my neck and shoulders.
His fingertips brand my skin as they cup my breasts and play with my nipples.
His scent surrounds me, and I breathe it in as I begin to let go.
Then he’s gently laying me back until my shoulder blades rest against the cushions, though my ass stays on the arm of the couch. The angle gives him better access to my body, which he takes full advantage of.
Grasping my hip in a deadly grip, his pace increases. The harsh snap of his hips has me huskily crying out his name.
“Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. So goddamn right,” he mutters breathlessly as he begins to pound into me.
“Same. Fuck. So good.” My back bows on the next rut he delivers.
“Wrap those pretty legs around me, woman.”
I do—and his shaft drives forward to the moment my ankles cross at the small of his back.
He slides his hand up the chain. The constriction to my airway does something to me— sends me spiralling.
He pulls out, only to slam back into me with a punishing thrust that rocks my entire body. There’s nothing I can do but lie there and take it. I nearly bite down on my hand to muffle the cries threatening to break free as the sensation turns over-fucking-whelming.
“Finn—Jesus,” I gasp, clutching onto him like a lifeline, digging my nails into his skin, marking him like he’s no doubt marked me with his harsh kisses.
“It’s all right, baby. You can take it. I know you can.”
His gaze locks onto my tits as they bounce from the force of his thrusts. “Fucking hell. This body was made to take me. This pussy? Made for me. Wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s right. And you take it so damn good, Lil’. Like the perfect naughty little vixen you are. My good fucking girl, huh?”
“God, yes. Yours.”
“Yeah, you are.”
And I swear to God, it becomes a fucking religious experience as he fucks me with so much power and at an angle that hits just right.
My whole body shakes as my orgasm rushes forward. I whisper his name along with God’s, giving voice to pleasure and the reverence it deserves, because the coming together, the reconnection of us in this way, has been years in the making, and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.
He withdraws and manhandles me, flips me like it’s nothing. He lays me over the end of the couch, spreads my thighs with his, and rams back inside me.
“Fuck, Finn.”
“Like this, baby? Is this how you want it?” he asks.
“Fuck, yes.”
“Any way you want it. That’s what I’ll give you. As filthy or as sweet as you need it.”
He slaps my ass. Once. Twice. And a third time. His thrust roughly into me, over and over again. I plant my hands on the couch to keep upright. He grabs my shoulder and forces me onto his cock.
He slams home again and again. “So fuckin’ good, baby. How the fuck I could… forget… this… is beyond me. Because, fuck. This… this is what Heaven’s like, baby.”
He withdraws and rams back into me, nailing my cervix and causing an explosion of air to escape my lungs. My breath hitches now with each drive forward.
But it’s the moment he sinks his teeth into my shoulder that does it.
They dig in deep, and it’s the pain, mixed with the pleasure, that sends me over the edge and fucking destroys me.
I cry out my release as I fucking fly. My pussy begins to pulse around him.
Reality leaves me, and the rising waves of pleasure rip me apart.
“Yeah, that’s it, let me feel it. Like a fuckin’ vice around me, Lil’.”
Finn pounds into me like an untamed beast, grunting and groaning as the pleasure also becomes too much for him, all the while prolonging the agony and the bliss of my orgasm.
“Fuck. Oh, Fuck. That’s it. Keep comin’ for me, baby. Grippin’ my cock so damn good.”
I’m drifting through the aftershocks when his fingers sink deeply into my shoulder and hip, and his body goes rigid.
“Fuccckkk. Jesus Christ.” I feel his seed pump into me, accompanied by his deep groan that is so very loud in this small office.
“God fuckin’ damn.” His pleasure is so primal that gravel coats each word.
Then his chest connects with my back as he lays his sated body over mine. His breaths sync with mine. His hand lay on top of mine, and he weaves our fingers together. We both suck in air, pulling in as much of it into our lungs as we can with quick, unsteady breaths.
“You wreck me, baby, but I love it. Swear to fuck it’s like being reborn cumming inside you.”
Then he’s kissing me. My shoulder, my neck, under my hairline. His lips trail up my spine, which fucking tickles. I swat at him and tell him to knock that shit off, but he only laughs and holds me down so he can continue his sweet torture.
Once he has his strength back, he’s back on his knees, spreading my legs open.
“Gonna clean you up, baby. Clean up the mess I made of this pretty pussy.”
His tongue trails down my crack, causing my body to jackknife. “Jesus, Finn!” His name falls like a desperate prayer from my lips.
His hands take a firm grip of my hips so I can’t shy away from him. “Hold still. I’m not done.” He slaps my ass and chuckles darkly. He then proceeds to clean me up with his mouth. I’m so sensitive that my body jerks. I whimper and moan because once again I’m at his mercy.
When he’s finished the job and abused my ass with his rough handling, he relents and stands.
He picks me up and carries me the short distance to the far side of the couch, laying me down.
Before I can blink, his solid body is stretched over mine, and his mouth takes mine.
The kiss is hot and deep—musk and sweet honey—it’s us, combined, desperate and whole.
Eventually, the intensity shifts, the kiss softening into something slower, something achingly tender.
I bring my hand to his face, rubbing my palm against his stubble and goatee, letting the sensation ground me.
I pour every ounce of the love I feel for him into it, letting it bleed from my lips into his.
The moment is filled with the kind of love that only comes from years of history. It’s so intimate, so overflowing with affection, that tears well in my eyes.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but sometime later, after he switches places with me and holds me in his arms, I say, “That was…” I shake my head, words failing me.
“What?” he asks, grinning down at me like the bastard he is—because he already knows. It was the best sex of my life.
“Just absolutely insane.”
“Insanely good, you mean.”
I give him a blissed-out, lazy smile and nod. “Yes. So insanely good.”
“So I haven’t lost my touch?”
I laugh. “Nope. Not even a little bit. You still got it, old man.”
He smirks, takes my hand, and kisses each of my fingers, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing them.
And all I can think is: Fuck this man. Fuck this man who can steal my heart with such ease, who makes me feel like his whole world with nothing more than a look.
Who owns my body and my goddamn soul. I’m done for.
Completely in love. So in love, I can’t even see straight.
And I hate him for it.
But I love him for it even more.