I nod eagerly. “Don’t let me give up. I want to swallow you whole.” I open my mouth, flattening my tongue as best as I can, which I’ve learned Finn really enjoys.
“That dirty mouth of yours,” Finn says with a smirk. “Open wider, Queen. Tonight, you’re going to take it all.”
31
Finn
I’ve never fucked her like this before.
We’re wild. Animals. The way she’s wrapped around me, I’m damn near close to losing control, so I stop myself before I get too carried away.
“Does it hurt from behind?” I pull out and ask her for the thousandth time. Waiting for her to speak, I run my hands over Avery’s smooth, round, fleshy ass. I have to constantly remind myself not to slip my finger into her other tight little hole. It spooks her. She’s not ready…yet.
Her ass is poked up into the air and her face is buried into the pillow, so when she reluctantly mumbles something, I don’t hear her. I’ve been reminding her for the past twenty minutes to speak up, but apparently, she still hasn’t learned her lesson. So I spank her ass, hard. By now I know not only can she take it, she also loves it.
“Speak up,” I growl, rubbing where I swatted, feeling her hot skin under my palm. She purposely mumbles into the pillow again, baiting me. I smack her other ass cheek and she whimpers before she groans.
“Oh my God. Yes.”
“Yes, it hurts?”
She mumbles something into the pillow again.
“Are you trying to piss me off, Queen?”
Avery lifts her head slightly and looks back at me, flashing me those beautiful misty eyes. Her heavy makeup is smeared. She’s sweating and her hair is crazed. She hasn’t looked put together since she was sucking on my cock so professionally, I ended up spilling my first load right down her throat. But the way we’ve been so rowdy tonight in my studio has kept me hard as steel. Not to mention I love the way she looks. Right now, make no mistake, she still looks like a fucking ten and a half. “Am I pissing you off, Finn?”
“A little.”
“Good,” she sasses. “Then spank me harder.”
“Oh, I will, but you need to answer me first. Does it hurt?” Every time I’m in so deep that my sack knocks against her clit she flinches like she’s in pain. I’m all for playing rough, but every woman has her limit and I care about this girl. I’m not trying to break her.
“No. I like it.”
“I didn’t ask if you like it. My cock is completely coated with your cum, baby. I know you like it. But I asked you if it hurts. Am I too deep?” I grab a fistful of her ass. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I can take it.”
“You sure? I can stop.”
She growls in frustration into the pillow and bangs her fist against the mattress, sending a few black rose petals flying. “You’re killing the vibe.”
“What vibe? I thought I was doing a pretty good job,” I say, glancing at my soaked cock, evidence of Avery’s pleasure. I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. There’s nothing I can do about the sweat dripping down my abs. We’re wet. We’re supposed to be.
Avery rolls over to her back and bends her knees, coaxing me between them. The look on her face is of pure intoxication. She’s fucking like she’s greedy, and I love it. “Pirate Finn would never ask if it hurts. He’d tell me to throw my hips back and take him even deeper.”
Pulling my eyes away from her lush tits, I raise my brows at her. “Did you just say Pirate Finn?”
“No,” she deadpans.
Grabbing my chest as I chuckle, I brush her sweaty hair away from her forehead. “Is that what your dirty girl dream was about? Me as a pirate?”
She blinks at me. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Mhm, sure.” I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger with enough pressure that we’re a touch past pleasure and on the cusp of pain. She bites her bottom lip but doesn’t protest. “What else did Pirate Finn do to you?” I slip two fingers into her wet crease and she gasps. “Because you seem to have really liked it.” I hook my fingers and stroke the textured spot inside her walls and she cringes, knowing exactly what I’m trying to do.
“Wait, Finn—oh. This is…your…studio,” she says between moans. I pick up the pace with my fingers.
“Exactly. My studio,” I snarl. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. Is that pirate enough for you?”
“Please don’t,” she begs, but her body and her words are saying two different things. “I don’t want to make a mess in here.”
She’s unnecessarily concerned. I change the sheets after every boudoir session just for my clients’ peace of mind. There’s a mattress protector and fuck it—I’d buy a brand-new bed just to watch her squirt again. I like that she can do it. I love that I’m the first one who showed her she could. But her eyes are filled with worry, and I don’t want to see the stress. I just want to see my sexy queen begging to come.
“Fine.” I remove my fingers and place them near her lips. “If you don’t want a mess, then clean it up.” I smile at her wickedly but soften my tone. “Now, baby. Open your mouth. You’re delicious. I promise you.”
She parts her lips timidly, and I shove both fingers in, forcing her mouth open wide. “Good girl, suck on them like it’s my cock. You do that so well. You never needed me. All these lessons this summer, but you’re the one teaching me. You taught me how to feel good again, do you know that? Do you know how excited I am to be around you? I’m so into you, Avery. You have no idea.”
Her tongue is occupied, licking my fingers clean so she can’t speak. But I can tell she’s burning under the praise.
“Do you like how you taste, baby?” I ask as I pull my fingers out of her mouth.
She squints at me. “Do you?”
I slide down her body and drag my tongue slowly across her crease just to prove my point. “Fuck yes, I do.” I take my time teasing her, getting a little more carried away than I intended to. Her thighs tense and I feel her toes curl as she wraps her feet around my neck. Her whole body begins to tremble when I nip at her clit with my teeth.
“Oh fuck, Finn. Do that again,” she begs.
“No.”
Her eyes pool with disappointment as I rise and position my tip at her entrance.
“Greedy girl. I’ve already made you come like that twice tonight. This time, I want to feel it.” I wrap my hand against her neck, softly rubbing the hollow of her throat with my thumb. “Eyes on me. If you close your eyes, I stop.” I don’t fuck around when it comes to this. When her eyes are open, I can tell if she’s breathing. When they clamp shut, it can go from dangerously sexy to torture. That’s not a game I want to play. “You ready?”
I wait for her small nod and I plunge into her sopping heat at the same time my hand closes powerfully around her throat. It’s sensory overload and she begins to panic through her coughing and sputtering. I loosen my grip. “Calm down. Shh. I got you.” Her breathing eventually goes rhythmic. “Do you think I’d let anything bad happen to you?”