Page 40 of Hands off his Dudette

And so, she did. Sitting on the floor, she grabbed onto the back of his thighs and continued sucking on his cock. Finn moved his hips backward and forward. She looked up to his eyes, and found him watching her. His hand went around her head, and his fingers threaded her hair, caressing her scalp.

“Hell! You know, you don't have to..."

She smiled around his cock, and sucked harder, moving her head faster, and taking him deeper at each of his thrusts. She knew he wasn't going to last, and she seriously hoped he hadn't lied about his stamina, because she definitely wasn't done with his thick, eight-inch cock.

Anna let go of his thighs, her hand circling his ass. Damn, it was a thing of glory, as firm as she'd imagined it to be.

"I'm gonna... Anna you should remove your mouth, I'm—"

She held on to his ass harder, sucking long and hard, taking him directly into her throat as he came, and came, panting and groaning.

Anna finally unhooked her mouth from him.

"Holy fuck."

She laughed. "It wasn't very holy, actually."

"Are you sure? Pretty positive I saw stars. Damn, girl. Come here. I want you to sit on my face."

Finn lay down on his bed, and crooked one finger to her.

"I'm not too much into receiving oral, actually," she said, joining him nonetheless.

"Aren't you now?" He tugged on hand to pull her closer, until she was laying down right next to him.

She shrugged. "Never been my thing."

"Well, I certainly question the skills of your previous partners, but who am I tell you what you should want? I can think about a few million other things I want to do with you. Like this..."

He got on top of her, and dropped his lips to her neck, kissing it ever so softly. She gasped. "And this," he said as his lips went a little lower, close to her collarbone, and then her shoulder. Anna's skin was tingling, and her insides on fire. She breathed out as he brushed the right spaghetti strap of her dress aside, lowering it all the way to her elbow, and taking the top of her dress down with it.

"Oh yes. I very much want to do this, too."

Now the tip of his tongue darted out to tease the swell of her breast. Her back arched forward, and his right hand reached around to the zipper at her back, lowering it.

His left slid underneath the cup of her bra, and his skilled fingers started to tease her nipple.

"Oh, Finn, please..."

"Anna, sweet, are you begging me to speed things up, by any chance? Take you hard and fast until you come?"

That sounded very, very good to her, so she nodded.

Finn laughed. "No, I don't think so. Not yet, sweet. I want to savor every single part of you.…"

Damn him! As he talked, his right hand unhooked her bra, and then moved down to the hem of her dress, and caressed the inside of her thighs.

She was going to implode.

"So much for that stamina of yours. Maybe you just can't get it up again."

Finn laughed, lowering his hips to hers, and grinding his cock right against the apex of her thighs. So much for that. His cock was hard as steel. She glanced down and gasped. Then, he lifted the hem of her dress, gathering the fabric to her hips, and grinded again; the only barrier between them was the flimsy lace of her panties.

Was that a whimper that had just come out of her mouth?

"You were saying?"

"That this cock should be inside me right now."

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