Page 80 of Finders, Keepers
The sense of power I feel when her tongue traces over my fingers is unimaginable. Better than firing a gun, beating the shite out of an arsehole, better than the best food or my most intense orgasm.
Gripping my cock, I run my piercings over her clit, back and forth, back and forth over her wet slit, watching her shake, still licking my fingers.
“The first one’s free,” I whisper, enjoying how her eyes narrow even while her hips are pushing up against my cock.
“Beg.”
“Fuck you!” she snarls, trying to slap me again and I rip her knickers off, using them to tie her wrists together.
“No, baby. I’m fuckingyou.”Flipping her over onto her hands and elbows, her hands bound, I wind her long ponytail around my hand, yanking her head back.
“Beg.”
“No.”
She’s gritting her teeth, fighting the words that want to escape. Slapping her pussy, I say it again.
“Beg.”
“Mmmm…please.”
It sounds like the word was dragged from her throat, but it’s enough. I shove my dick inside her, no soft strokes, no preparation. I cram every inch inside her, holding her hair tight as she surges forward. Her pussy’s red, strained as I thrust in and out of her, her breasts swinging, her eyes are rolled back.
“This tight, perfect cunt,” I growl. “I’d climb inside ya if I could. Bury myself so deep you’d taste me in your throat. Fuuuck…” I thrust harder. “Not tonight, but soon, I’m gonna fuck your throat like I do your pussy.” Another needy moan escapes her lips, and I chuckle. “You want that, aye?” I slap her arse hard. “And then this hole.”
The sight of her, slick and swollen, her moans, how she’s pushing back against me now… I’m barely holding on. Sliding my arm across her breasts, I pull her up against me, back to my chest. I want every part of me pressed against every part of her.
“I’m close, baby.” I chuckle breathlessly. “So close. Can ya feel my cock thick inside ya?”
“Yesss…” she moans. “I want it.”
Putting my wet fingers against her clit, I start tapping it in time to my strokes inside her and my little fox, my wife, my Luna…
Shedetonates.
Screaming and writhing, clamping down so hard on my cock that she squeezes me into coming and I groan, filling her with everything I have until it’s leaking from her swollen and battered cunt.
It takes me a minute to come back, to shove that feral part of me back down and he goes, the beast, but he’s grinning at me. He knows Luna will want him to come out and play again.
Carefully lying down on the rug, I stay inside her, curling my arms around her securely.
“Are ya braw, love? Did I hurt ya?”
“Aye,” she chuckles weakly, “I’mtruebraw. You only hurt me in the very best way.”
Pulling a quilt from the sofa, I drape it over her, and we lie there together, skin to skin, until we have enough strength to get back up.
True braw - Scottish slang for I’m really,reallydoing fine.
