She closed her eyes as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.
“I’m gonna need an answer, Doll.” He withdrew his hand altogether, her wetness suddenly cold against the air from his absence.
“Noooooo don’t stop. Put it back. Put it baaaaaack!”
“Are you begging me, Miss Molly?”
Yes. “Fuck no.”
“Give it time.”
She frowned. Her entire body hummed. Despite being naked from the waist down, her skin was hot and prickling with sweat. The man would be her undoing.
“Fine, I learned my lesson. I’ll be a good little girl and pay attention to my darling Finny Winny, okay?”
She heard it before she felt it. The crack of skin against skin right before the spread of heat through her ass cheek. She couldn’t even pretend to be outraged. In fact, her whole body swooned. Finn grabbed her hips, supporting her weight.
“I love your sassy mouth.”
“Just wait till it’s wrapped around your cock.” She blew him a kiss. Her mind spun, her nipples tingled, and her clit ached with a deep and unsatisfied need. “Please, Finn…”
“Please what? Tell me what you need, Doll.”
She grinned. She’d never had a problem with telling someone what she wanted or needed from them. “I want you to put your tongue back on my pussy and eat me like I’m your last meal on earth.”
Her words seemed to pour gasoline on his already blazing fire. He jerked her hips to him, hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, and buried his face between her thighs like it was his life’s mission.
“You’re so fucking wet, Mol.” He slurped and swallowed like he was eating a juicy goddamn pineapple. “I love how wet you are for me.”
Two fingers hit her g-spot as his tongue wove circles around her clit. Her body tensed, trembling with the need to release. She’d never needed to come more in her entire life. She’d never before felt like if she didn’t come, she might die. She needed to come, she needed him to know what he did to her, what he’d always done to her.
The sounds that escaped her were almost inhuman. Untamed wails and moans rose from her as she rubbed against his hungry tongue with a desperate eagerness, chasing her release.
The hand gripping her hip shifted, but the fingers inside her curled further, like he was gripping her so she didn’t move. His free hand trailed up the outside of her leg and around the curve of her ass cheek. Her pussy twitched and clenched around his fingers as she charged toward her orgasm, and Finn’s unrelenting tongue was pushing her soul further from her body with each lick.
His fingers brushed across her tight hole before one pressed against it, gaining entrance. She dropped against his hand, needing him deeper, needing more in both her pussy and her ass. Her undecipherable screams piercing the air, as the release she’d been chasing hit her like a freight train. Her body exploded into an array of colors and sensations. Her head lolled back, her muscles unclenched, but her hands stayed wrapped around his head and tangled in his hair.
When he didn’t stop after she’d come, she tightened his grip on her hair. “St-St-St… too sensitive.” She hissed out a woosh of air and slid her leg off his shoulder.
As it turned out, she no longer had control of her legs. She sagged, but he was there, strong hands, firm grip, picking her up like she weighed nothing and carrying her through the room. Her thighs were damp and her pussy soaked and still convulsing.
He kissed her as he walked, his mouth still wet and glistening with her arousal. She cupped his face, biting his lip and demanding access to his swollen tongue. “Mmmmm.”
“Sated?” He squeezed her nipple through her shirt and lace bra before placing her onto the bed.
“Just getting started.”
“Good.” He yanked off his belt and opened the bottom three buttons on his shirt. She leaned up on her elbows not wanting to miss a second of the Finn O’Brien gun show. “I need your pussy to clench me as hard as it clenched my fingers when you came.”
Another three buttons opened. She’d seen him shirtless countless times before: pool parties, lazing around her parents’ house, in the locker room after games, but she’d never been allowed to ogle.
“Why are you staring at me like I’m opening your favorite Christmas present?”
“Don’t stop. Please. I know what’s under the shirt. I love what’s under the shirt. I just… I’ve never been able to stare at it without being afraid of being caught.”
He started humming Joe Cocker’sYou can leave your hat on.
“Are you giving me a strip tease?”
