Chapter 23 #3
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he murmurs.
“My wife comes. My wife will be coming a lot. And there won’t ever be any ignoring the fact that you’re struggling, or just getting myself off to get it over with.
I want to fucking make you come all the time.
” He tilts the toy, searching for an angle.
“Toys are teammates, baby. And that means this little thing and I are going to work together to make you come.”
I open my mouth to say something, although I have no idea what.
Finn must, though, and he doesn’t want to hear it, because he doesn’t let me get a word in before he’s talking again.
“You don’t need to do anything. Nothing is expected of you.
There’s nothing that needs to be taken care of.
Just you. That’s it; this time is for you to feel good. ”
“And you,” I point out. I can’t see his cock from this angle, but I know he surely must want to come too.
“I’ll come when you do, don’t you worry about me.”
“I was holding you up,” I murmur. Just like I feared.
“You were not. Taking our time isn’t a bad thing.” The hand on my hip goes to my belly. “Relax for me, baby. Take a deep breath. Good. Hold it for a second. Now release. And, relax. Breathe. Nothing else to worry about.”
I’d argue that there is something to worry about—his erection, the vibrator that’s still against my clit that’s getting me close but not close enough—but he doesn’t give me time to respond.
“Keep breathing for me,” he instructs, and we both watch his hand rise and fall as my belly expands. “Good girl.”
Those words send a shiver down my spine. “Finn—”
“Oh, you like it when I call you that?” he murmurs, like it’s such a fun thing to find out. “Well, you are, baby. You’re so good for me. So keep being good and relax. Let me get you there.” Then he surges back to his feet, looming over me. “Can you get on your hands and knees for me?”
It takes me a second to process that he’s asking me for something, but when I do, I hurry to comply. My toy falls to the bed, and I whine, but I’m confident that I’m about to get something even better.
“There you go, baby,” he praises. “Spread your thighs for me a bit, good girl.”
When I do, he strokes over my pussy with two fingers, grunting when he finds me wet. Then, before I can process what’s happening, Finn withdraws his hand, lines up his cock, and thrusts inside of me.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I whimper, collapsing forward from my hands to my elbows, chest to the bed as he makes me feel more full than I ever have been before. “Finn, I love your cock,” I tell him, drunk on the feel of him inside me.
“Yeah? My wife likes her tight little pussy stuffed with cock?” he chuckles. “It loves you, too, wife, I promise you that. And I fucking adore this pretty pussy. I want it to feel so good, all the time. I’m going to make it weep for me, alright?”
I think I groan my assent, and then before I can figure out what’s happening, the damn vibrator is back against my clit.
It’s like getting fucked and eaten out at the same time. My brain is fried, completely gone, my whole world for a moment the feeling of pleasure and Finn.
“That’s it, my good girl,” he murmurs as he fucks me hard and deep. I clutch the blanket on my bed, getting pushed around by his powerful thrusts and loving every second of it. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? You’re squeezing my cock like you’re gonna.”
I don’t know. I can’t think, can’t process anything. I don’t know what way is up anymore, just the feeling of being full, of being pushed closer and closer to snapping in the best way—
I break, shattering into a million pieces, crying into my mattress as I have the best orgasm of my life.
Finn groans my name and follows me, filling me with hot, sticky come as I gasp, every inch of my body feeling like a live wire.
He drops the vibrator, running his hands over my sides and hips before he picks me up and moves me, sitting on the bed with me cuddled into his chest. One of those huge wings comes around to cradle me, and I’ve never felt safer in my life.
“Was that okay?” he whispers after a few minutes.
“Uh-huh.” That’s all I can say. He grins at me, a little silly, and I would touch the corners of that smile if I could move my arms.
“Good girl,” he says, the phrase still sending a shiver through me. “Loved seeing you let go like that. I want you to enjoy yourself, baby. You don’t have to worry about anything when we’re like that—just feel good.”
“I feel soo good,“ I slur. I don’t think I’ve ever been this dick-drunk after getting fucked before, not that I have a large sample size to pull from.
“That’s good, baby.” He holds me for another few minutes, and my brain starts to come back. But the million things on my mind at any given time don’t come back with it. I’m just—here. Basking in the moment with Finn.
“Do you want dinner? It should be ready now,” he says.
We should. I have no idea what time it is, but I’m positive it’s after dinner time. Still, the thought of getting up, of leaving his safe arms and the wing that keeps me sheltered… “Can we take a nap first?”
Finn doesn’t need any convincing, laying down with me still in his arms, his wing cocooning the two of us. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”