Page 65 of Puck Your Charity

He uses his tongue to deliver long, devastatingly thorough strokes right over my swollen clit. The hot, wet friction makes my back arch off the mattress.

I gasp, my hands gripping his broad shoulders.

Finn hums against my dripping flesh. He uses his hands to knead my thighs, keeping me anchored to the bed while his mouth consumes me. He drinks my slick like a starving man. Every stroke of his tongue communicates absolute adoration.He worships my body, easing the lingering doubts and the exhaustion of the day.

The pleasure builds with a warm, steady intensity, but a fierce urge to reciprocate takes over my brain. I want him, too.

I tug on his auburn hair, pulling his mouth away from my center.

Finn looks up, his brown eyes dark with confusion and lust.

"I want to give you pleasure, too." I drag my thumb across his lower lip.

A wicked, thrilled grin transforms his face. "Yes, ma'am."

He stands up and crawls onto the center of the mattress, lying flat on his back. I crawl up the quilts right after him. Turning around, I straddle his chest, facing his feet. I lower my thighs right over his face while positioning myself directly above his aching cock.

Finn's hands grip my hips. He pulls me down, burying his nose in my wetness. His tongue dives right back into my slick canal, picking up the devastating rhythm from before.

I lean forward and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. The swollen knot at the base pulses hot against my palm. I lower my head and take the blunt tip of his cock into my mouth.

Finn groans against my dripping folds. His hips jerk upward off the bedding.

I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, taking him deeper. We fall into a desperate rhythm. My mouth works over his hot, rigid shaft while his tongue relentlessly attacks my clit. He uses his hands to squeeze my ass, pulling me tighter against his mouth. The dual sensation of giving and receiving pleasure fries my nervous system. My thighs tremble around his ears. The quiet room fills with the wet, obscene sounds of our mouths and the harsh rasp of our breathing.

"Fuck, Olive." Finn pulls his mouth away just enough to curse

I suck harder, swirling my tongue around the sensitive ridge of his length.

Finn taps my hip, signaling to stop. "I need to be inside you. Right now."

I release him from my mouth and sit up. Shifting my weight, I turn around on the mattress to face him. I straddle his narrow hips, my knees sinking into the soft quilts on either side of his torso.

Finn looks up at me, his chest heaving. He grips my waist, guiding my hips down.

I lower myself onto his rigid length. He fills me completely. The friction steals the breath from my lungs. I sink all the way down, but the thick, swollen knot at the base of his cock stays on the outside. He keeps the engorged flesh pressed right against my sensitive entrance.

I set the pace, rising on my knees and sink back down. With every downward thrust, his swollen knot nudges and stretches my opening, teasing the tight ring of muscle without pushing past it.

"You feel incredible." Finn guides my hips, his large hands resting on my waist to help support my movements. "So tight."

I ride him, chasing the friction. The pressure of his knot bumping against my entrance stretches me a fraction wider each time, preparing my body for when we lock. I lean forward, planting my hands on his broad chest for balance. He reaches up and cups my breasts, rolling my tight nipples between his thumbs. The emotional connection fuels the fire. I feel cherished and seen.

The pace turns frantic. My thighs tremble from the exertion of riding him.

"Hold on." He grips my hips tightly. In one fluid, powerful motion, he rolls us over. The sudden flip steals a gasp from mylips. My spine hits the pillows, and Finn pins me beneath his broad chest, trapping me in the soft bedding.

He props his weight on his forearms, keeping his eyes locked onto mine. He resumes the relentless pace, driving his hips forward with smooth, deep strokes.

The swollen knot continues to bump against my entrance, refusing to push past the threshold.

"Finn, please." I whine, my inner walls clamping down around his shaft. "I need it. Push it in."

"I've got you." Finn leans down and captures my lips in a desperate, bruising kiss.

He drives his hips forward. He shoves the swollen knot past my entrance, burying the thick bulb deep inside me.

The intense pressure of the knot seating inside me triggers my orgasm. I cry out against his mouth, my inner walls milking his shaft.