Chapter 19 – Finn – The End of the Beginning #2
“Spread your legs,” I snarl, my voice rough, almost feral, and she obeys instantly, widening her stance, her body trembling with anticipation.
I drag the head of my cock through her folds, coating myself in her slick, teasing her until she whimpers, high and desperate, her hips rocking back to chase me.
“You feel that?” I taunt, sliding over her clit, slow and torturous, before notching myself at her entrance. “This cock’s the only fucking thing that’s gonna fuck you right. The only thing you’ll ever need.”
She nods, frantic, a pleading moan tearing from her throat, and it’s all I can do not to slam into her right then.
“Say it,” I demand, my hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her arch, her body open and vulnerable beneath me.
“You,” she pants, her voice wrecked. “Only you, Finn.”
A low, satisfied growl rumbles out of me, and I don’t wait another fucking second.
I thrust into her, hard and brutal, filling her so deep her sob rips through the room, loud and raw, ricocheting off the walls.
There’s no gentleness in me, no holding back.
I’m claiming her, owning every inch of her tight, perfect pussy as I push deeper, the stretch so intense I can feel her struggling to take me.
Her breath’s coming in short, desperate gasps, and I press my forehead to hers, my hand cradling her face like she’s fucking precious even as I fuck her like I’m trying to break her.
“You’re taking me so fucking good,” I murmur, my voice low and rough, my thumb stroking her cheek to anchor her against the onslaught.
She’s trembling, caught between pain and pleasure, and I’m fucking lost in how perfect she feels, how tight, how mine.
“Just a little more,” I promise, my lips brushing her temple, a ghost of a kiss to keep her grounded as my hips drive forward, sinking the rest of the way in.
She’s so full of me, so stretched, that when our hips finally meet, I let out a groan that’s pure fucking animal, raw and unrestrained.
I hold still for a moment, letting her adjust, my hands roaming her sides, possessive and soothing all at once. She’s shaking under me, her body caught in that sweet spot between agony and ecstasy, and I’m fucking addicted to it. “Look at me,” I rasp, my voice tight with the effort of holding back.
Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine, and fuck, they’re a storm. Wild, hungry, and so goddamn worshipful it steals my breath. That look strips away the last of my restraint, leaving nothing but raw, desperate need.
I smirk, wicked and filthy. “Good fucking girl,” I murmur, brushing her hair back with a gentleness that feels out of place with the way I’m about to ruin her. Then I start moving. Slow at first, just to feel every inch of her, but I can’t fucking hold back.
I pound into her, relentless, each thrust driving her harder into the sofa, the leather creaking under us as her body jolts with every brutal snap of my hips.
She’s making sounds I didn’t know a woman could make, high, desperate, and fucking primal, and I’m eating it up.
Every cry and moan fueling the fire in my veins.
“Fuck,” I snarl, my hand sliding up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades to pin her down.
“Your pussy was fucking made for me, Ariane. So tight, so fucking perfect.”
My words hit her hard, her body shuddering as another wave of arousal soaks my cock, making every thrust slicker, hotter. I want the whole fucking world to burn while I fuck her like I own her. Because I do. Right now, she’s mine in every way that matters, and I’m not letting go.
She moans, loud and unashamed, biting her lip to try to keep it down, but I’m not having that. “Don’t you fucking hold back,” I order, slamming into her harder, deeper, my rhythm ruthless. “I want every fucking sound, every scream, especially when you come.”
She’s close, I can feel it, her pussy tightening around me, her body spiraling out of control. The pressure’s building in her, coiling tighter, and I’m right there with her, my own release clawing at me. “Finn… please…I’m…” she gasps, her voice breaking.
“Come for me, Ariane,” I snarl, reaching around to rub her clit in tight, merciless circles. “Fucking now.”
Her scream tears through the room as she shatters, her orgasm hitting so hard her body spasms around my cock, milking me with every pulse.
The pleasure’s so intense she’s sobbing into the sofa, completely fucking wrecked, and I’m not far behind.
I drive into her through her climax, relentless and animalistic, until the pressure in my balls is too much.
With a hoarse, broken growl, I come, spilling deep inside her with a final, savage thrust that shakes us both.
“Mine,” I grit out, my rhythm faltering as I empty myself, my cock pulsing as I bury myself to the hilt. “You’re fucking mine now.”
Her body’s still trembling, her breaths ragged, and I collapse against her on the sofa, my chest heaving, my mind blank except for the overwhelming certainty that I’m never letting her go.