Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
A moan ripped from me, every nerve screaming to life at his degradation. He knew I liked it, that I wanted it, that I craved the surrender of him taking control and letting me give myself to him fully. And I knew he’d whisper these dirty words against my skin now and cover them with praise as soon as we were finished.
He was right — he knew the way I ticked. He understood me like no one else.
This was why we were inevitable.
We were current and tide — pulled by the same moon, bound to the same rhythm. No one else would fit. No one else would do.
I picked up my pace, grinding against him as he paid homage to my breasts. I threw my head back as the first orgasm crested — and I knew it would only be the first of many. This was our favorite game to play, after all. How many times could we get the other off? How much energy could we spare before we were both truly spent?
“I hated seeing you with her,” I rasped, pulling his hair until he lifted his chin and looked up at where I rocked and writhed against him. His eyes meeting mine lit another wick within me. “I want to punish you for torturing me that way.”
I ground against him harder, enough to make him suck in a hiss of breath and grit his teeth a little. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, one hand snaked around to cradle the back of my head and pull me into him for a bruising kiss while the other helped me ride him harder.
“Punish me, then,” he breathed against my lips. “Make it hurt.”
I surrendered to the need coursing through me, my hips wild and pace quick. I didn’t care if I was putting too much pressure on him, and he welcomed the pain, holding me to him, kissing me through the crest of the first wave. I came with a hitched breath and my hands clawing at his back, and Finn smirked against my mouth, helping me ride out the last of it.
He took the weight of me when I melted, my heart racing against his chest as he pressed a kiss to my hair.
“That’s one,” he mused, and then he spanked my ass and helped me off his lap.
My shorts were dragged down to my knees in the next second, Finn helping me step out of them as I balanced with my hands on his shoulders. I was shaking like a leaf, still panting from my first release, but Finn’s hungry gaze only intensified once I was fully bare for him.
“Christ, Firefly,” he groaned, biting his lip and shaking his head as his eyes drank me in. “You’re a masterpiece.”
He was up and kissing me silent before I had the chance to reply, his mouth fixed on mine as his hands deftly grabbed at each layer of clothing still separating us. My trembling fingers fumbled with the lower half of his buttoned shirt while he took care of the top, and when we met in the middle, he shrugged out of it, hands sliding into my hair the moment his arms were free.
He kissed me long and promising, heat rolling off him like a steam engine, and then his hands were gone again. He made quick work of his belt and slacks, ripping them down and kicking out of them. Then, I was hoisted up, one hand at the back of my neck and the other holding my weight as I wrapped my legs around him.
Finn fell back into the bed, taking me with him, and as soon as my knees hit the mattress, his hands were free to roam. He cupped my backside and squeezed, giving me another little spank before one hand slid around my thigh and between us.
The moment his fingers brushed my clit, I whimpered.
“Christ, I’ve missed this perfect cunt,” he growled into my mouth, smirking as he spread my lower lips with one thick fingertip. I was soaked from my first release, and he slid his digit along my seam with a satisfied moan before plunging one finger inside me and curling it just the way I liked.
I buried my head in his shoulder, barely keeping myself upright for him to work his magic as my arms shook on either side of his head. Finn reached up to grab behind my neck and pull me down for a kiss, a second finger joining the first just as his tongue swept in and danced with mine.
“Sit that pretty cunt on me face. Let me taste you, love. I want to drown in your next orgasm before I fuck you to your third.”
I wanted to talk back. I reached for the sassy bite I knew I had inside me but came up empty as a shell. My first orgasm had hollowed the fight out of me. I was in full surrender now, ready to do any and everything he asked me to.