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Finch's tits rise up and her stomach quivers with the sharp breath she takes but she doesn't protest. Not one fucking bit.
"Do it, Glen," she pants, her eyes trained between us where my cock pressed to her hole. "Do it, I want to belong to you."
It's fast. Faster than I mean to go but when she utters those words, I can't hold back any longer.
In one rough motion I'm inside her slick channel, feeling her tightness choking my shaft as she's split open around me.
"You feel so fucking good, Sugar. How are you doing?"
Finch's heart-shaped face twists, her eyes pinched closed tightly and her pretty little lips parted while she gasps a few times. But she nods her head even though it looks like she's hurting.
"Relax Sugar, try to relax and let it feel good." I catch her lips in a kiss, trying to stay still till she gets used to my invasion. "Remember when had my fingers in you?"
Her eyes stay scrunched but she nods.
"Remember how good that felt?"
Another nod.
"This is gonna be better, Sugar, I fucking promise."
5
FINCH
Glen coos softly into my ear, telling me to relax and reminding me about how good he made me feel earlier. As I concentrate on his words, I'm aware that he's starting to move. Gentle. Slow. Almost imperceptibly. Until he feels me relaxing, and then he starts to move more.
Still slow, but long strokes that take him almost all the way out of me till I miss the fullness and beg for him to bring it back. Then slow pushes back till he's buried to the hilt inside me and both of us are breathing hard and gulping for air.
Finally, he's right. It is better than his fingers. I'm stretched tight and filled in the most amazing way and suddenly desperate for him to move faster.
"More," I tell him, my fingers scrabbling to get hold on the muscles of his back then clutching at his waist when they slip away through the sweat beading on his skin. "Glen, please, more."
His pace quickens, each thrust becoming more forceful. Sweat covers us both and I hear myself making noises that should be embarrassing. But every cry and squeal that comes out of me seems to make Glen move faster, frantically, building friction between us till my clit is on a hair trigger and I'm grinding against the root of his cock in search of relief.
"You ready to come for me again, Sugar? Is that what you're telling me?"
"Please, Glen, oh God, yes, I need to come." My own voice sounds foreign and far away.
"That's my good girl, ready to come with her man." His voice is strangled, his forehead against mine as he slides one hand between us and finds my button with the pad of his thumb.
"Tell me you're mine, Finch. Tell me you want my cum claiming you as mine."
"I want it, Glen." I'm breaking out of my body now, setting sail on the night air, as I unravel on this mountain man's cock, but I know what I'm saying and God yes, do I mean it.
Within seconds, Glen's body stiffens and I swear I can feel him thicken inside me right before he comes. His huge body convulses with a series of hard shudders and I feel each spurt of his release until he finally collapses over me, rolling slightly to one side like he's afraid of crushing me.
We lay there for what seems like a long time, catching our breath and letting the cool night air dry the sweat from our bodies while the fire continues to crackle and flicker in the background.
The fire is much lower now but not down to coals yet.
Somewhere not far off I hear a howl.
"That sounded like a wolf," I mention drowsily.
"Because it was," Glen pulls me into his arms, curling his big body around mine so that I'm less aware of the chill in the air now that I've cooled down.
"There aren't any wolves in these mountains," I inform him.
