Page 180 of Indecent Obsession
I draw in a shaky breath as he teases my nipple with his fingers.
“So take me, Finn. I need you too.” I lean my head back against his chest as his fingers tighten on my waist. “Lose yourself in me and let me lose myself in you.”
I don’t care that I’m supposed to be Drew’s date. Finn is mine. I’m his. And right now, I want to forget what’s waiting for us when we return. Before I get too deep into those thoughts, Finn squeezes my breast and sucks on my neck, and any thoughts I might have had disappear.
“Have I told you how much I enjoy fucking you?”
I smile. “You do sneak in to fuck me in the middle of the night.”
He gathers the fabric of my skirt, brushing it against my leg. His hard length caught beneath his pants presses against my ass.
“Because I can’t resist having you, flower. Every inch of you. Dripping wet for me.” He kisses the side of my throat. “Ever since I got a taste of you, I’ve been addicted. Needing another hit. Another taste. Another fuck.”
My breath escapes me. It’s not romantic but I don’t need romance. I need to be wanted, to feel needed, to be someone else’s obsession.
He lifts me against him and carries me over to the leather bench. After laying me down on it, he raises my skirt to pool around my waist. I lift up on my elbows to watch him.
When he kneels before me, he smirks and parts my legs. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
His warm mouth closes over my pussy before he runs his tongue along my seam to dip into my entrance. His darkened eyes meet mine. My lips part as I hold back all the noises trying to escape as he tastes my pussy like we have all night and not just this stolen moment. He doesn’t let up. Doesn’t stop as his tongue works my clit and my pussy until I completely unravel.
The world around me melts into shapes and colors as he fucks me with his mouth. He pushes my legs up and out, opening me more to his gentle, insistent assault. I fall back on the bench, arching my back as my release shreds me, spreading heat throughout me.
He kisses my thigh as I shake beneath him. All I can do is try to breathe as he unzips his pants. His cock presses against my still-shuddering entrance before he slams into me.
“Oh, fuck, Finn.” The words slip out of me as my pussy pulses around his fullness.
“Exactly, flower.” He slides his hands beneath my shoulder blades and lifts me to straddle him. Our mouths and eyes align with each other. His green eyes sparkle in the dimness and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Drew keeps saying he’s going to keep you.” Finn pulls out and thrusts in deep.
Unable to hold back, I moan and it echoes in the quiet gallery.
“He’s not the only one who wants to hold on to you, Sara.” His eyes are serious when I search them.
My breath catches with every thrust of his cock deep inside me.
There’s a vulnerability I’m not used to seeing in him
“I don’t deserve you. But I can’t resist you.”
I can’t breathe as I only see the truth. “Finn…”
My words get tangled in my throat. He captures my lips and pushes me over the edge, making me come all over his cock. I tremble in his arms, so full of him but wanting more. He curses against my lips and pulls out of me.
“Let me finish you.” I wait for him to nod before I slide to my knees and take his cock into my mouth, tasting both of us on his skin. I’m greedy for more, needing all of him, taking him deep until he groans.
“So fucking beautiful.” Finn floods my mouth with his cum. I swallow him down, every drop, letting the aftershock of my orgasm quake through me before I sit back.
He tucks himself back into his pants and draws out a handkerchief. “The one thing my father taught me is to always carry a handkerchief.”
Reaching between my legs, he cleans me up with the cloth and tucks it into his pocket. He rises to his feet and holds his hands out to help me up. While I just stand there, he takes his time straightening my dress and hair.
In my wildest dreams, I never thought I’d find someone to love. I always imagined it would be Wyatt. Then it was Drew who would fuck me finally and I’d be free to carry on my life. It never occurred to me it was possible to have all of them. To have Dante. To have Finn.
I tuck a stray curl behind Finn’s ear and he smiles softly down at me.
“What happens when Tom gets home?” The question is always right there in my mind.
