Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 141385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Finn puts his hand on the back of the sofa next to mine, bracing himself as he raises one foot up onto the cushions next to me. A gasp chokes its way down my throat as his movement pushes his cock deeper inside me. He slides his hand up my spine, and shivers coat their way across my skin when he wraps my hair around his hand and tugs, pulling my head back.
“Like this?” His lips brush my earlobe, and his breath is hot as it ghosts over my cheek. “You want me to fuck you like this?”
He draws back and slams inside me, making me cry out.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” I breathe, jerking my hips as if it’ll make him do it again. “Like this. Please.”
He pulls on my hair again, forcing my head back even further. A light sting spreads across my scalp from his tight grip, and he thrusts again, just as hard, and the only sound in the room other than our heavy breathing is the sound of our skin as it slaps together.
“Yes, yes.” My eyes flutter shut as he rhythmically thrusts his cock as deeply into my cunt as he can.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Hard. Deep. Almost possessive.
It hurts, and it feels good. Like every single nerve ending in my body is in overload with how many conflicting sensations are rolling through my body right now.
“Look at you.” His voice is a hot, heavy murmur in my ear. “You were fucking made for my cock.”
I moan.
“Weren’t you? Answer. Me.” His final two words are punctuated with hard thrusts that hit me just right.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I was made for you.”
“And this tight pussy of yours was made for me.” He trails kisses down my neck, so gentle compared to the way he’s fucking me. “Everything about you was made for me.”
Yes.
Yes, it was.
“Harder.” I place my hand on top of his on the back of the sofa and slide my fingers between his. “Show me how I belong to you.”
“Fuck.”
He bites my shoulder, quickly sucking the same spot between his lips. His tongue flexes against my tender skin, and bolts of pleasure shoot from both my core and my shoulder, mixing into a tight knot in my stomach.
“Some punishment this is.” His voice has a tight, breathless edge to it. “I’m giving you everything you want.”
“Yes. So—ah—so good. More, Finn. Please.”
He releases my hair and slides his hand to my front. His fingers curl around my neck, his thumb pressing against my jaw, and he turns my face towards him. Our lips meet, and he presses his tongue between them to kiss me roughly. I moan into his mouth as his fingers slightly dig into my neck, and he gives me what I want.
More.
Harder.
Deeper.
Faster.
His kiss steals my breath, and I grip the sofa tightly, arching my back as if it’ll get us even closer. His thrusts are relentless, both painful and pleasurable, both a punishment and a reward.
I relish it.
Every stroke of his cock inside me. Every slap of his skin against mine. Every taste his tongue takes of my mouth.
I’m pinned on the sofa, completely at his mercy, unable to do anything other than be ruthlessly fucked like I’ve been begging for.
“Don’t. Forget.” He bites my lower lip before quickly releasing it and bringing his mouth back to my ear, applying the tiniest smidge more pressure to my neck, his hand now properly wrapped around my throat. “Next time you want to brag to your sister about the fact I fuck you, tell her properly, baby. Tell her how I fuck you so hard you scream. Tell her how you ride my face until you want to pass out. Tell her how you choke on my cock until you can barely breathe. Tell her exactly how well you take my cock. Tell her how I fuck you this hard, yet you still beg for more. Tell her how my cock”—thrust—“fills”—thrust—“you”—thrust—“up.”
His words do it. I’m hovering on the edge—heat is prickling goosebumps across my skin, my heart is thundering against my ribs, and my muscles are twitching with the inevitability of my release.
“Tell her,” he grinds out. “Tell her how hard you come all over the cock that was made for you. Now, do it. Come on me.”
My pussy tightens, clamping down on his cock, and the wave that’s been threatening to consume me floods through my veins. Every inch of my body goes tight, and I’m barely aware of Finn’s low growls of, “Fuck, Hattie, fuck,” as I hover somewhere between what must be reality and a dream.
Heat floods my body, and Finn rocks our hips together as his cum fills me. The edges of my vision are blurry, but I don’t know if that’s from the intensity of the pleasure rolling through me or the tears that are stinging at my eyes.