Page 47 of The Neighborly Thing To Do
He leans back. “Oh? I’m not interesting enough for you?”
“Take your cock out, Finn,” I tell him, feeling irrepressibly bold.
“This was supposed to be about you.”
“Watching you stroke your cock will make me very happy. Thatisfor me.”
“Well, if it’ll make my wife happy,” he muses, already unbuttoning his pants. He pulls his cock out, and I salivate looking at it. Fuck. He’s so big. It’s obvious he would be, looking at the size of the rest of him, but he genuinely ishuge.
I like how he feels when he’s inside me. I like ita lot. Apparently there’s something about being stuffed fuller than I ever thought possible that does it for me. At first I worried I wouldn’t be able to take it, but now I’m thirsty for more, practically panting after him as he fists that cock. I want him tosplit me open on that thing again. I want to feel like I’m going to fucking die and the only cure is him stuffing me full.
He strokes himself and I bite my lip, moving the rose toy off of my clit for a moment. I’m so close, but I don’t want this to be over so soon. I want to be able to watch him. I want him to come with me.
Only, when I put the vibrator back on my clit, the cliff I was about to fall over feels a million miles away. I wasso close, but now as I watch Finn stroke himself while he watches me, I can’t get there again.Fuck.
Is he close? Is he waiting for me? He seems like the kind of guy who would, and I’m here holding him up. And it’s basically dinner time, so he probably wants to come and get some food, considering he worked all day, and—
“Baby? Tell me what’s in that pretty head of yours,” Finn murmurs, cutting right through my thoughts.
“My brain, Finn,” I retort, frowning as I try to get where I need to be.
“And what’s going on in that brain, hm?” He stands up this time, walking right over to the edge of the bed. This gives me an even better look at his cock. It’s the same stony-gray as the rest of him, darker at the tip, and he’s leaking pre-come like a faucet right now. He thumbs the head, swiping a bead of pre-come down the shaft. He’s close. He’s so damn close.
And I’m… not.
I must make a noise of frustration, because Finn bends down to kneel beside the bed, cooing, “Need some help, baby?”
I turn partly away from him. “You don’t have to wait for me. Just… get yourself off, I guess.”
Finn’s huge hand lands on my hip, turning me back toward him. And then he’s gently taking the toy from me, holding it to my pussy with one hand while he strokes my stomach with the other. “Finn…” I don’t know if I want more or if I want him to look away.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he murmurs. “My wife comes. My wife will be coming a lot. And there won’t ever be any ignoring the fact that you’re struggling, or just getting myself off to get it over with. I want to fucking make you come all the time.” He tilts the toy, searching for an angle. “Toysareteammates, baby. And that means this little thing and I are going to work together to make you come.”
I open my mouth to say something, although I have no idea what. Finn must, though, and he doesn’t want to hear it, because he doesn’t let me get a word in before he’s talking again. “You don’t need to do anything. Nothing is expected of you. There’s nothing that needs to be taken care of. Just you. That’s it; this time is for you to feel good.”
“And you,” I point out. I can’t see his cock from this angle, but I know he surely must want to come too.
“I’ll come when you do, don’t you worry about me.”
“I was holding you up,” I murmur. Just like I feared.
“You were not. Taking our time isn’t a bad thing.” The hand on my hip goes to my belly. “Relax for me, baby. Take a deep breath. Good. Hold it for a second. Now release. And, relax. Breathe. Nothing else to worry about.”
I’d argue that there is something to worry about—his erection, the vibrator that’s still against my clit that’s getting me close but not close enough—but he doesn’t give me time to respond. “Keep breathing for me,” he instructs, and we both watch his hand rise and fall as my belly expands. “Good girl.”
Those words send a shiver down my spine. “Finn—”
“Oh, you like it when I call you that?” he murmurs, like it’s such a fun thing to find out. “Well, you are, baby. You’re so good for me. So keep being good and relax. Let me get you there.” Then he surges back to his feet, looming over me. “Can you get on your hands and knees for me?”
It takes me a second to process that he’s asking me for something, but when I do, I hurry to comply. My toy falls to the bed, and I whine, but I’m confident that I’m about to get something even better.
“There you go, baby,” he praises. “Spread your thighs for me a bit, good girl.”
When I do, he strokes over my pussy with two fingers, grunting when he finds me wet. Then, before I can process what’s happening, Finn withdraws his hand, lines up his cock, and thrusts inside of me.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I whimper, collapsing forward from my hands to my elbows, chest to the bed as he makes me feel more full than I ever have been before. “Finn, I love your cock,” I tell him, drunk on the feel of him inside me.
“Yeah? My wife likes her tight little pussy stuffed with cock?” he chuckles. “It loves you, too, wife, I promise you that. And I fucking adore this pretty pussy. I want it to feel so good, all the time. I’m going to make it weep for me, alright?”
