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I scrutinize every subtle message she subconsciously sends me with her body. Her eyes widen in excitement with a hint of fear. Her thighs squeeze together, and her breathing deepens. She sinks her mouth further down my cock, and she feels like fucking heaven itself. “That’s a good girl. All the way.” I encourage her, my fingers only lightly wrapping around her hair. “I love your fire. Christ, it makes me wanna burn alive. But your submission? There’s nothing sweeter.”
I hit the back of her throat and it constricts around me as she gags. “Fuuck.”Even as her eyes well with tears, she doesn’t break eye contact. “Do you like tasting yourself on your husband’s cock?” She bobs her head yes, and I wipe a fallen tear with my thumb.
“Play with the toy.” She reaches behind herself and moans, sending vibrations shooting down my length and my whole body tenses to hold back my climax. I pull her off me. “In my jacket pocket, there’s a small bottle. Go get it.”
When she stands, I sweep her against me and kiss her long and hard. We pull about, both gasping for air. “And then, I’m gonna take that sweet ass. I don’t care if you have to work for it, you’re going to love every fucking inch I give you.” She swallows hungrily and then scampers away.
Mere seconds later, she’s back and hands me the small bottle of lube. She sets it in my palm. Then she turns around and grabs the railing. The jeweled base glints, and my handprints turning light purple on her ass are a work of art. She pushes her hips back as I spread lube up and down my shaft. I squirt some more at the top of her cheeks and spread it around the base of the plug. I give it a small wiggle. She whimpers, and it makes a dark part of me light up.
I gently begin to pull it out. “Has another man ever had you like this—” I stop myself, “Doesn’t matter, I’m erasing all those memories tonight.”
She hisses as I pull it all the way out. I apply more lube to her ass and nudge the tight hole with my tip. “Say sunflower if it’s too much. Other than that, don’t make a sound until I give you permission. Nod that you understand.”
She bobs her head and I stroke her back, encouraging her to relax as I slowly push my hips further. “Fuck, so good—”A groan engulfs my words. Her tight ass feeling like a hit of the strongest drug. I want to be gentle, I do. But fuck, the feel of her, the sight of her, shimmering emerald dress cut and splayed at her sides, it’s driving me insane. I close my eyes and drop into the rhythm of my index finger tapping a beat while my other fingers’ grip turns bruising.
Her head drops forward and bites her wrist, and I realize I’ve picked up pace and force, fucking her with strong and powerful thrusts. I brush her loose hair out of her face. “I tried to be gentle, but you make me fucking crazy. Taking my cock like this, every inch without a sound.
“You’ve been so good, princess. It’s time for your reward.” I slide my hand to her front and find her clit. Her teeth dig into her skin deeper, and her brows pinch together when I stroke her clit, my fingers slick with lube and her own juices. “Christ, you look so beautiful like this. Amongst the stars with my cock buried deep inside your ass, covered with my handprint.”
She grinds into my hand and her body tenses around me, strained sounds coming from her. “It’s hard to hold back, isn’t it? Hard to stay quiet when all you want to do is fuck me until you’re screaming and crying my name?” She looks at me, a crease tugging between her brows, teeth digging rivets into her lip and desperately nods her head.
“Then do it, princess. Fuck yourself on my cock.” I give her an arrogant smirk I know will make her mad. “I won’t tell anyone how much you like your pretty ass fucked.”
Her first sounds are pained moans like she’d been close to death holding them back. She begins to pump her hips back, eagerly taking every inch of my dick. “Oh god,” she cries into the night. “Oh, god, Finn. Keep playing with my clit. I’m gonna come.F—f—fuck!”
“That’s it, princess,” I groan, her tight ass stripping my cock, making pleasure build and build. “Scream. Moan. Cry. I don’t care as long as you remember it’s your husband making you feel this good.”
“Finger my pussy,” she begs, and I shift my hand to plunge two fingers in her dripping cunt and circle her clit with my thumb.Fuck, through her pussy, I can feel my fingers drag against my piercing with every stroke.
“Yes—Jesus—Oh god!”Each nonsensical word she spews is like kerosene on a fire, igniting the monster inside me that wants nothing more than to hear her shatter.
“Give it to me, Effie. Come for me, my perfect plaything—” I thrust into her, pouring every good and kind part of me into her. Gifting them to her so she can keep them safe. After all, maybe she’s the only good part of me.
“Finn, fuck—”She cries as her body shakes and her pussy squeezes my fingers, her clit throbbing. Even her ass clenches down hard around me, pulling my release from me. I spill into her with a rumbly groan.
I carefully and gently pull out of her, taking a handkerchief out and cleaning up my cum spilling out of her. She sighs softly and contented, blissed out and beautiful. I envelop her in my arms, holding her back tight to my chest, and release a sigh of my own.
“I wish I could live in this moment forever,” she says, sinking back against me.
“Then forever it is, princess. You and me,forever.”
1.Insane—Post Malone |
2.Love is a Bitch—Two Feet |
Chapter 20
Juicy Tracksuits and Star Wars DVDs
Effie
Wespentanothernightin the city after the gala but then came back to Bartlett Farms. While I know we are technically here for safety, it’s starting to become much more than just a hide out. Before moving in with Les Arnaqueuses, I stayed with my parents. I wasn’t permitted to live on my own for “security” purposes, and I certainly wasn’t allowed to live with any boyfriend before marriage.
For years on end, I was never able to fully let my guard down. I always felt like I was walking on eggshells, waiting for the next shoe to drop. It was exhausting, chipped away at everything that made me,me.Things that Finn has embraced and even encouraged—like this sweet little painting set up I’m at right now.
There’s something comforting about knowing that anyone who wants to reach me has to drive over an hour to get here, and I can guarantee no one in my family cares enough about me to do that. I like the simplicity of the barn apartment too. There’s nothing fake, unlike the home I was raised in, there’s no need for something garish to distract from an ugly core.
It’s been four days since the gala, and the conversation with my father has been weighing on me. The stress has been getting to me, so I’ve been painting my life away. I need to reach out to Linnie again soon and map out our next moves.
