makes mine light up. Although he grunted out that he hated me a few minutes ago, the way he fucks me has nothing to do with hate and more to do with possession. I feel like he wants to embed himself inside me, capture me and keep me, making his hate the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
“Finn!” I cry when he hits that one spot inside that has me clamping down on him.
“Fuck, this pussy! I want to rip it apart with how good it is. Make you just as crazy as you leave me.”
I want to tell him that the feeling is mutual, but my mind isn’t capable of coherent thought, much less stitch a whole sentence together. My hands fall to his ass, loving that I can still push him deeper, even though each thrust seems like he really is going to tear me apart.
The quarterback might look all nice and proper, but he’s got a dormant animal inside him. One that comes out when he’s this exposed, this vulnerable, and it gives zero fucks what anyone thinks. All he cares about is fucking me so hard and good that I become addicted to it. Crave it. Need it. And God, I think he’s succeeding.
I feel the bitter taste of iron reaching my tongue, as my teeth cut my lip just to keep control of my loud cries. But fuck if I care. Hurting in Finn’s arms is one of the best sensations I’ve ever experienced. I’ll take the little blood, the bruises, and the pain, just so I can feel this rush, this ecstasy that burns through me.
Finn’s eye catches the small cut on my mouth, and with brute strength, he lifts me completely off the table. One hand under my ass, the other cradles the back of my neck, caressing it as his tongue gently cleans the blood away, sucking on my lip like a man possessed.
“Everything about you tastes sweet. Even when you’re not.”
In this position, I feel so full, as if there were a hollow void inside me that only he could fill.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Finn.”
“The only way I’ll stop is when I hear you scream out my name while balls deep inside you.”
Fuck, his dirty mouth only leaves me more depraved and wanting.
“And then I’m going to fuck these tits and come on you like the bad little girl that you are.”
I just nod, panting madly as he keeps driving himself inside me, making me clench around him with each filthy word that escapes his mouth.
“You’ll lap it all up, won’t you?”
Yes! God, yes!
“And if you are really good, then one day I’ll fuck that tight ass of yours. Fuck! Just thinking about it is going to make me cum!” he grunts, his tempo reaching all new heights.
He’s hitting all the right spots, and when the sky begins to rip itself apart, I’m not one bit surprised.
“That’s it, Stone. Cum for me,” he orders, coaxing my brutal orgasm out, leaving every bone and muscle in me limp and sated.
Finn then sets me on my feet and presses on my shoulder—forcing me to squat down just low enough that his cock is perfectly aligned with my breasts—and starts strumming it in between them at a frantic pace. I push the twins together with my hands as he repeatedly assaults the space between them until jets of cum cover my chest beautifully. Knowing that it will drive him insane, I swipe a little bit of it onto my finger and suck on his salty taste, awakening something feral in him.
I’m about to go for seconds, but Finn blocks my attempt, pulling me up once more just so he can kiss me, furiously and maddeningly. I let him take my mouth hostage all too willingly, as his tongue reaches out for my own, worshiping it just as he did my body. When we finally break apart, he holds me tightly to his chest, kissing the top of my head over and over again while combing my hair back with his fingers.
The tenderness that always arises after he’s had his way with me leaves me uncomfortable. His gentle touch as he dresses me and arranges my hair, creates a strange sensation to bloom inside me, one that I have no intention in deciphering. After Finn’s made sure I’ve been properly taken care of, he tilts my head, craning it all the way back to lavish me with yet another soft kiss.