Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I’d never done this before.
I’d had three sexual partners in my life, two of them long-term. And none of them had asked to fuck my mouth.
Hell, I hadn’t been all that interested in sucking cock in general.
But if that was all that Finnian wanted to do, I knew that I was going to get off on it all the same.
He fisted his cock, and I groaned at the way he pumped it, pressing my thighs together as I watched him.
“I opened my mouth, Finnian,” I growled.
He grinned, and it wasn’t sweet at all.
It was lecherous and knowing, and it made my clit pulse.
“Thirsty?” he asked as he walked forward, still pumping his cock.
“Famished.” I stretched my neck out and poked out my tongue, hoping to get a hit of the precum that was rolling down the head of his cock.
He guided his cock head to my tongue and dragged it deliciously against it.
Salty sweetness hit my tongue and exploded.
Moaning, I reached out for another taste, and he leaned forward and guided his cock to my waiting mouth.
This time, I got more than just a lick. I got the tip of his cock.
I sucked as far as he would allow, and groaned when I only got the first inch before his fist met my lips.
He gradually gave me more and more, and then pulled back just before I was going to take over half.
“If it gets too much, tap my thigh,” he ordered.
I nodded greedily. “Okay.”
He gave me his cock again, but this time he didn’t restrict how much I could take.
So, of course, I immediately choked on it.
But he didn’t pull back, only let me choke.
My eyes started to water, but I was determined to take more than half, so I pushed through.
My eyes had an amazing view of his muscular thighs and ballsack, and I couldn’t stop myself from bringing one hand up to cup the outside of his thigh, while the other cupped more delicate things.
He growled and pulled back, giving me a breath.
“Breathe through your nose,” he ordered as he went back in. “I want to taste you.”
I breathed through my nose as best as I could while his mouth started to kiss my pelvic bone. My pussy lips. My clit.
He lifted my hips up and curled them toward him.
My thighs fell open on their own accord, and he went to town on my pussy while I urged him to move with my hands on his thighs and balls.
He gave it to me softly and slowly at first, but the closer I got to the edge, the harder he would thrust into my throat.
I never truly got all of him, instinctively he was very aware of what he was giving me the entire time, but it was enough.
When his balls started to draw up, that was all it took for me.
I came on his tongue, throat loosening as I tried and failed to scream—which was a good thing since we had a bunch of military men who were still keyed up from the earlier confrontation that I certainly didn’t want to hear.
Finnian’s hands went to my ass and squeezed, his fingers brushing my asshole, and I started to gush.
I knew I was making a mess.
I just couldn’t stop myself.
Didn’t want to stop myself.
Finnian grunted against my pussy, and then I could feel hot pulses of his seed shooting straight down the back of my throat.
My nipples pebbled, and I moaned around his cock, causing it to jerk.
When he was through, he pulled out, and his wet cock slid down my face to my eye before he pulled farther back and resituated us.
But he didn’t cuddle me like I expected.
He flipped me around to my hands and knees and shoved his cock back inside me hard.
I cried out, unable to stop the sound from leaving my throat, and fisted my hands into his sheets.
One corner of the sheets popped off, but I paid it no mind as he started to fuck me hard and fast.
It was harder than I’d ever experienced, and right on the verge of pain.
It was everything I never knew I wanted.
Finnian was a strong, large man, and the way he came down onto his fists by my head and cocooned my body with his only added to the “well fucked” effect.
His body was like a work of art.
What I could see of his wrist and forearm would stay with me forever. Veins popping. Muscles shifting. Tendons distended.
The hand that I wasn’t facing came up and around, pressing flat against my belly, and I groaned at the angle that he’d changed.
“Gonna fill you up full,” he growled against my ear, whiskers tickling the sensitive skin. “Going to make you scream. Then, when you fall asleep, I’m going to give you a little bit of rest, and then I’m going to wake you up fucking you.”