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FORTY-ONE
Hot tears run down my cheeks as Finn tears into me. He was generous with the lube, I’ll give him that, but this hurts so much more than I thought it would. Even more confusing is the fact it feels absolutely amazing. There's this unquenchable thirst in the pit of my stomach that only he can fix.
I managed to prolong all this until after dinner, but I think the anticipation that built up throughout the day only made it worse for me. He’s fucking me like there’s no tomorrow, when he knows damn well he has all the time in the world when it comes to me.
“T-Thank you,” he mutters out while his hands clumsily hold on to my hips. “Thank you, Duh… D-Duncan…”
Skin slaps against skin in the most feral form, and even though each movement he makes is sloppy and graceless he somehow manages to hit that spot with each thrust.
But it hurts. Fuck, does it ever hurt. More than it would for anyone else. All the painkillers in the world can’t fix that electric shock that jolts through me with each sloppy thrust.
Moaning out a response, my body does the talking for me. Arching my back, I press up against my boyfriend like the needy thing I am. Boyfriend. God, that word never gets more familiar, does it? It feels dirty even thinking about it, but when it leaves my lips? Just horrible.
My cock bobs in the air, harder than it’s ever been before. Finn whimpers out my name and presses his chin against my shoulder. The angle is awkward but it doesn’t stop him from sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of my nape.
“F-Fuck, Finn…” Moving on autopilot, my body goes against his thrusts to feel him as deep as possible. Nothing in my life has felt this good. Nothing in my life will ever feel as good, either.
“I love you…” Finn continues whining as he completely ruins me. “I love you… Y-You’re so perfect… I’m gonna… I-I’m gonna be so good for you.”
A trembling hand begins jerking me off, which honestly might be too much. Any words of protest fail to come out, leaving only a warbled symphony of moans. The room reeks of sweat, yet the smell has never been more comforting.
“Come, bunny.” His tone is all too sweet. “I-I’m gonna fill you up… Y-Yeah… You like that? You want me to… f-fuck…” Finn’s hips stutter just like his voice does, his full balls pressing up nice and snug against my taint to fill me up as promised.
I thought for sure that when he himself came his strokes would get lazy, but they only got more intense. Up and down my glistening shaft with an overwhelming desire that makes me let out one last whine of pleasure.
With both of his hands on my cock, he coaxes out my load while nuzzling his forehead into my back. White ropes shoot out over the unmade sheets of his bed, my entire body lurching forward into his waiting arms.
Both us stay like that for a moment, panting like dogs as reality slowly seeps back in.
Finn yanks me flush against his body, kissing any part of me that he can.
Even when he inevitably pulls out, I can still feel him inside of me.
It’s a totally new sensation that I should hate, but I don’t. Not at all.
Collapsing face-first on the bed, I take a breath to try and cool myself down.
Finn makes a noise from behind me. At first I don’t get it, but then his thumbs make contact with my ass and it quickly becomes clear that he’s loving what he’s seeing.
He dribbles out of me and I shudder, instinctively wiggling my hips.
It’s all so undoing of me, laying here and letting him touch me this way.
Really, I never thought anyone would ever get to see me in such a vulnerable state.
Not only had it been instilled in me at a young age that it was totally vile and wrong, but not once could I picture someone wanting to see me like this.
Maybe that’s why my entire mind goes blank when I feel the warmth of his tongue glide up from my balls all the way to my fucked out hole. It hurts when he hoists my legs up for better support, but the pain is quickly erased by the new feeling of his tongue prodding around my twitching entrance.
For someone so inexperienced he really has no qualms with burying his face between my cheeks.
I thought you only saw this kind of stuff in porn.
But Finn—my supposed boyfriend—seems adamant on getting his mouth all over me.
Thick globs of saliva and cum run down my tanned skin.
Every single one of Finn’s slurps and moans so lewd and full of desire.
His hand snakes down to my half-hard cock, and it’s then his goal becomes crystal clear. He’s trying to fucking kill me, and I think I’m going to let him.
***
Sheets have been washed. Showers have been had, and now the clear night sky outside is a starry sea of tranquility. Finishing up the last sips of hot chocolate Finn brought me, I set the mug aside and get myself comfy under the blankets.
Warm. Satisfied. Happy. Why did I think I never deserved any of this? Because my parents thought so? Because everyone told me you had to wait? Well, how long do you have to wait? I kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and things only got worse.
“Mmh, bunny…” Finn’s voice is raspy as he yawns, getting all cozy next to me like the tiniest little kitten. “Thank you for loving me… Thank you… Thank you for letting me be part of your life…”
Fuck. Who says this kind of thing after not only wrecking me but cleaning up the mess with his tongue after? A gentle hand begins to stroke my head, the touch so featherlight it almost feels foreign.
Even when he’s not being rough there’s always an ebb of desperation in how he touches me. But this? It’s calm. Does he finally understand that I’m not going anywhere?
And I’m not. I’m really not going anywhere.
“You don’t have to thank me.” I say while letting my body relax against his. “It… I’m happy to have you in it. I was happy to meet you, and I’m happy you didn’t give up on me either.” After a brief pause I continue. “...Thanks for not giving up on me.”
Finn laughs softly, shaking his head. “I could never. You were special from the moment I met you… M-My special bunny. A literal angel sent from Heaven… ugh… I’ll keep you safe forever.”
He shudders, wrapping his arms around me tightly and squeezing me. “I’m so grateful for you… So grateful…”
Another heavy yawn escapes me. I can barely keep my eyes open at this point. “Yeah, same…” My eyelids flutter shut, face nestled up against Finn’s chest. “Goodnight, Finn. I love you.”
The truth has never sounded so sweet.