Page 42 of Hands off his Dudette

Chapter 19

Finn had kissed dozens of women in his life. Hell, maybe even a hundred. He knew what a kiss what supposed to feel like. The beginning of something, some foreplay to lead to the next task at hand. Not even his favorite kind of foreplay. He generally couldn't wait to speed it along.

The momentAnna's lips touched his, he froze, completely, as a wave of heat and desire coursed through his entire body. Then, he wanted more—-more of her softness, more of her lips. He took them slowly, and groaned when she bit his, demanding more. Her tongue touched his, coaxing it out, demanding they play; he just had to oblige.

Finn rolled with her on his bed, arms around her shoulders, incapable of stopping himself from exploring every part of her mouth. It could have lasted until the end of time and he would have been entirely content. They'd rolled from one end of the bed to the next—now his head was close to its foot, and Finn was on his back. Without breaking the kiss he needed more than air, Anna straddled his lap, and mounted his hard cock, slowly, moaning as she impaled herself on him. Finn closed his eyes, head back, savoring every nub and dip of her tight pussy.

Shit.

"You're still on the pill, right?" he breathed against her lips.

He didn't have to ask if she was clean; they went to get tested at the same clinic together once a year.

"Yes."

Good.

When she was fully sheathed, her ass against his legs, he resumed his exploration, savoring her mouth, while lifting his hips to meet hers, slowly at first, then faster, and harder. She lifted and dropped her ass back on his hips in rhythm, matching his thrusts.

Finngathered the bundle of fabric around her waist and slid it up her upper body—she lifted her hands to get it off her, before attacking the buttons of his shirt, opening it. It took her some time, as she was bouncing on his cock hard and fast.

Neither of them attempted to formulate coherent speech anymore—there were only grunts and moans, panting and screams. He finally managed to let go of her mouth, only to wrap his lips around her right nipple and suck at it. Shit. Her walls closed in on him, squeezing him hard. His balls tightened, and he had a hard time breathing. He was glad he'd come earlier, or this would have been the end of it. He was so very close to exploding again.

Finn wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them around, getting her back on the bed and caging her in.

Her legs hung on either side of his waist—he lifted both, closing them, and resting them on his right shoulder, before angling his hips to hit the deepest part of her.

"I want you to come with me, Anna. You think you can do that?"

"Yes! Please, yes."

"Then tell me what you want."

Kneeling before her, Finnnever stopped fucking her as he talked.

"Harder!" she demanded.

Harder, he could do, but not for long.

He anchored himself and pounded her faster, deeper, harder, feeling her tightening impossibly. Shit. He couldn't take it anymore.

Finn dropped her legs to the side and lowered his torso to her to reach her lips, a hand reaching down to her clit. Her tight core tensed harder, triggering his release as she came again.

Fuck. His balls emptied inside her, and he kept on kissing her, although he was barely able to breathe.

Why the hell hadn't they done this before?

"What was that?" she asked.

He made no answer, laughing softly. She knew what it was. Making love.

Anna blinked after a mind-blowing orgasm and the next thing she knew, it was morning. She couldn't recall ever sleeping so soundly.

She woke to find striking brown eyes set on her. Anna smiled slowly.

"Morning."

"Morning," Finn echoed, his smile matching hers. "I was wondering whether I'd need to wake you up. I had wonderful ideas about how to do so."

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