Filthy (Five Points' Mob Collection #1) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,46

a fuck, Aoife. I was just trying to say, shittily, that you can use this place like your own.”

A gasp escaped her. “I couldn’t do that, Finn!”

“I’m giving you permission, Aoife.” I cocked a brow at her. “And we both know how I appreciate it when you obey me.”

She slapped her hand against my chest. “Shut up, you,” she blurted out, and when her fingers connected with my chest, I was suddenly conscious of how sweaty I was.

“I need to shower.” Before I could take a step back, she slid her hand over my chest, her fingers dipping and digging into my muscles. I watched her lick her lips, amused that she was turned on when I was drenched with perspiration.

“No, you don’t,” she half-purred, and my cock, sensing Aoife was goddamn close and horny like it had radar, began to stand at attention.

If she didn’t think I was gross, then who was I to fucking complain?

I watched as she let the sheet drop, exposing every inch of her creamy skin to my ardent gaze. Against the navy walls, she looked like a bright light on a foggy day. Everything about her beckoned me, almost like she was a beacon, and I was lost.

I pressed myself into her and shoved her against the wall so that I could further enjoy the contrast between her and the navy. When I grabbed her hands and dragged them over her head, her tits brushed against my pecs as they shifted with the movement. With one fist, I kept her wrists cuffed together, and I ducked my head to press a kiss to her mouth.

As she moaned into my lips, I thrust my tongue against hers. She tasted of mouthwash, and it made me smirk to think she’d prepared for exactly this moment.

Even when I tried to be gentle with her, I couldn’t. It just was outside my capabilities where she was concerned. I bit her bottom lip, tugging it back until it had to sting. Her moan of relief shuddered through me, and I pulled back to growl, “Spread your legs.”

When she immediately obeyed, my dick began to throb, and I slipped my free hand between her thighs. Finding her dripping wet, I pressed my forehead to hers and ground out, “What the fuck are you doing to me, Aoife?”

My lungs burned. Shit, they hadn’t burned like this on my seven-mile run.

She whimpered in response, and I grated out, “Your pussy is molten, Aoife. Didn’t I satisfy this greedy little thing enough last night?”

Her back arched, and I guess I had my answer. Grinning, so goddamn pleased with her I wanted to laugh, I pressed one last kiss to her lips before I dipped my head to catch one of her nipples between my teeth. I bit down. Hard. She loved it enough to squeak, and her hands struggled to escape my grasp, but there was no fucking way in hell she was going anywhere.

I laved the tip with my tongue, swirling around the areola until she whimpered, and her pelvis arched as she tried to fuck my hand, which was only covering her pussy, not actively touching it.

Nipping it again, I pressed my face between those gorgeous tits before I kissed my way to the other side. I loved these bad boys. I could get lost in the ripe generosity of her curves, and some days, I wanted nothing more than to do exactly that.

Slurping her nipple, I sucked as much of it as I could into my mouth, content when I released her to see my teeth marks around her skin and the bright-pink hue of her delicious flesh. Deciding to stop teasing her when she’d been such a good little girl, I slid a finger through her wet folds and felt her shiver as though it were my own.

“Oh, God, Finn. It feels so good.” She swallowed, and I peered up at her, loving that her eyes were closed, that she was scowling at nothing, so focused on her own pleasure.

Using the heel of my wrist, I pressed it against her clit, so I could thrust two fingers into her. She was still so tight, so small, and I knew I made her sore, but she kept coming back for more. On the days where I tried to refrain, tried to hold back, she wouldn’t let me.

Like this morning.

I hadn’t intended on taking her until tonight, but here she was. Needing me. Exactly like I needed her.

Though she was wet,