Page 42 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
And when he stepped between them, I felt his raging cock pressing against the dollop of fat between my thighs.
Which caused my mind to go blank with wanton lust.
Seventeen
Finn
Her skin puckered my own as I raked my teeth along her lower lip. The way she moaned down the back of my throat stiffened my cock, but the way she wrapped those long legs of hers around my waist caused me to pull it out. I needed her. I wanted her in more ways than I could count. And as one of my hands stroked my own dick with the precum dripping from its tip, my other hand slid up the outside of her thigh.
Causing her to sigh as her head fell back.
No words were spoken between us, and we didn’t need any, because the second she bucked against my hand as I cupped her clothed pussy I knew exactly where we were headed. With my cock standing tall and proud, I pulled her panties off to the side. I breathed the air she afforded me as my fingers dipped between her folds, parting them as her juices coated my skin.
And when the tip of my dick pressed against her swollen entrance, I knew I’d never go back.
Whatever hold this woman had over me, I never wanted it to end.
“Oh, my God. Finn. Holy shit.”
I pressed into her body, feeling her shiver as she clung to me. Her face buried itself into the crook of my neck as my hands fell to the hood of the car, propping myself up as my knees grew weak. I’d never had a woman make me feel that way before. I had never experienced that sensation.
That is, until Sloane’s walls clenched around me.
“Jesus,” I hissed.
She nibbled on my earlobe. “Fuck me, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
I gave into her command, snapping my hips against hers as she jumped against my body. Her tits pressed heatedly into my chest and I swore I felt her puckered peaks raking against my t-shirt. I growled before I bit into her neck, sucking at patches of skin that made her groan for more. And with every stroke of my dick, the walls of her pussy grew thicker.
Massaging me harder with every thrust.
“That’s it. Right there,” she said breathlessly.
I kissed her jawline. “Hang on tight.”
I stood upright and gripped her ass cheeks before I pulled her to the edge of the car. I pushed her downward, watching her back settle against the hood as the lights of the city glistening, as if to cheer us on. With her legs wrapped around me and my hands sliding up and down her torso, I squeezed her breasts and committed the feeling to memory.
Then, I grabbed her hips and pounded into her.
“Finn! My God!”
I growled with every thrust. “Just. Like. That.”
“Finn. Finn, oh please.”
I moved one of my hands and pressed my thumb between her soaked pussy lips. “That’s it. Say my name. Cry it out for the world to hear.”
Her back arched when I found her clit. “Holy hell!”
“That’s not my name,” I grumbled.
She moaned so sweetly that I almost burst right then and there. “Finn, just like that. Don’t--don’t ever stop.”
The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the spaces between us and the more she called out my name, the more it echoed off the trees surrounding us. Every time my voice echoed back to me, it caused me to fuck her harder, until the car physically moved beneath us every time our hips met. I’d never felt so fulfilled in all my life. Her body fit mine like a glove, and watching her skin flush with evidence of our carnal desires only spurred me on. Her juices dripped down my ballsack. Her back arched as her clothed tits bounced for my viewing pleasure. And as I reached down, unzipping her crop top, they came flying out.
Which caused me to bend over and suckle on those peaks of hers.
“Yes!” she cried out.
Her hands flew to my hair as I marked her breasts. “Perfect. You’re just fucking perfection.”
I lost myself in her. I lost myself in the softness and the wetness and the sheer need of what we were doing. We created our own source of heat as sweat dripped down my back. I felt her pussy slowly caving to me as my thumb worked her swollen little clit. And with every swipe of my thumb over its quivering tip, she jumped.
Which tugged me closer to my own end.
“Fuck. That’s it. That’s the spot. I’m so close. I’m so close. Finn, please. Don’t stop. Whatever you do, just--.”
I crashed my lips against hers and swallowed her sounds. I didn’t want anyone to bear witness to what was about to happen between us. Not because I was ashamed, though, but because it was only for my pleasure.
