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He tastes like grass and whiskey. His tongue invades mine, owning me, dominating me. He kisses like he wants tofuck, not make love, not hold each other in a sweet embrace, but filthy, animalistic, pure. He kisses like he wants to learn how to make me gasp, make my legs quiver, make my back arch, and he plans on tearing me to pieces.
I groan as he lowers me down into a chair on the balcony, drops to his knees, and takes off my tights.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers as I raise my hips, helping him. I let out a little whimper of excitement at those words,good girl. God, I like that. Once my tights are on the ground, he hikes up my skirt, then unbuttons two more buttons on my blouse. He kisses my chest. “Look at you, lovely girl. A man could be very content spending his life with tits like these. If I were marrying you tomorrow, I wouldn’t mind one bit. Skin like this, hell, girl, I could marry you right now.”
He bites me above one breast then sucks hard enough to leave a mark.
“Finn,” I gasp, gripping his hair. “Easy.” Guess I’m leaving my blouse fully buttoned tomorrow.
“Just leaving something for you to remember me by,” he says, burying his mouth on mine.
While his fingers push my panties aside and explore my dripping pussy.
Fuck, it feels good. He rolls his fingers up and down my folds, touching every inch of me, before sinking them inside slowly. I groan, wiggling my hips, kissing him harder. He purrs right back, pulling his fingers out to tease my clit. I whimper into his mouth as bliss slams into my skull like a bull charging up my spine, ripping me to pieces.
“Finn,” I gasp when he pulls back to kiss my collarbone. His fingers slide into me, slick and soaking, as his thumb rubs against my clit.
“You’re dripping, love,” he groans, clearly liking it. “You’re soaking my palm. Your juices are covering my wrist. You’re a lovely little thing, aren’t you? And so fucking excited.”
“God, you’re filthy,” I gasp, back arching with delight.
“I say what I mean, love. Don’t forget it.” He drops down between my legs and spreads them wide. “Now, about that release.” He slips my panties off until I’m in only my skirt up around my waist and my half-undone blouse. He kisses my inner thigh, nibbling, teasing. “And about that taste.”
Then he rolls his tongue along my pussy, licking me gently at first.
Pleasure rocks into my hips. His tongue flattens as he works harder, licking faster. Sucking me, licking me, sucking me again. I moan, grabbing his hair hard.
God, I’ve never felt this way before.
Never in all my time with Lucas have I ever,everfelt this much pleasure.
Lucas was an in-and-out kind of guy. Minimal foreplay. Fast humping. Boom, finished. My pleasure was always secondary.
But this, this is sinful, this is sensual. The noises this man’s making as he licks my dripping pussy are too much. He’s enjoying himself, purring and growling. His tongue and lips smack together as he eats me, grunting like a starving bear. It’s beautiful, those noises. His hands reach up, grabbing my breasts, teasing me, until I can’t take it anymore. I grind my hips, moaning, back arching, legs shaking.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasp, vision narrowing. “Oh, fuck, Finn.”
“Good girl,” he says as his fingers slide inside of me. He licks my clit, fucking me deep. “Come for me, love. I want to taste it. Come on now, come for me, you good fucking girl.”
“Oh my god, fuck,” I gasp as he keeps going and I can’t take it anymore.
I come for him, just the way he’s asking. I come in a wave and he moans, eating me up, lapping my folds, licking my clit. I make these gasping shocked sounds, shaking, trembling as the orgasm leaves me shattered, dripping, blinking, ears ringing, and so freaking satisfied.
“There you go,” he says, rocking back to his knees. I stare as he licks his fingers. “Lovely girl. I really should’ve made you my girlfriend sooner.”
“I should’ve made you my boyfriend sooner too. Maybe getting dumped isn’t so bad.” I grin at him as he leans forward and kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue—salt, sweet, lust.
“Come on,” he says, standing. “I’m not done with you.”
He pours more champagne and leads me into the bedroom. He sits back, watching intently as I undress. When I’m completely naked, he finally stands and takes off his own clothes.
“You should know something about me,” he says, staring into my eyes.
I’m trembling, more turned on than I’ve ever been.
“What’s that?”
“I’m a visual man. I like to look, love. I don’t want the lights down low. I’m not ashamed of myself. I’m not ashamed of fucking you. I don’t want you hiding under sheets, trying to keep yourself from me. I want you all. Every inch of you. Now, turn around.”
