The whole time, Finn was giddy with this. Feasting on her could likely be his favorite part.
Her thighs were quivering, and she was so wet.
Truthfully, he could do this all day long, and it would never get old. There was something so sexy about watching his soon-to-be wife fall into that pleasure.
To force her into it.
When he held her thighs apart, burying his mouth in that delicious wetness, she came again.
“FINN!”she shouted, and he kept going. He pushed her into the pleasure, forcing her to focus on what he was doing to her body.
Claiming.
Owning.
Devouring.
He tormented her more, knowing she’d cum again for him.
He wouldn’t stop. Honestly, Finn was addicted to her body. Those lush curves made him want to lose control each and every time.
When they fucked, he was going to be wild.
She whispered his name over and over as his mouth destroyed her control.
Finn was killing her.
And she never wanted anything more.
As she was ready to break apart again, he used his fingers to rub her clit, roughly taking her over the edge with that abuse.
The whole time, he watched her fall through that pleasure. Her nipples were tight pebbles, and he slid up her body to taste them next.
She floated in the pleasure as that next orgasm overtook her.
Gabby moaned and held onto him.
It made him want to do this for hours.
Days.
Weeks.
“More?” he asked, with one of her tight, pebbled nipples between his teeth.
“YES!”she said, willing to beg. The man’s mouth was lethal, and she couldn’t get enough.
Her ex was meh in bed.
Finn was amazing because he was the most giving lover she’d ever had.
Sliding lower, he craved making her cum again, as he found her throbbing clit.
Oh, that made him rock hard.
If he could do this for the rest of his life, he’d die a very happy, well-sexed man.
His mouth captured her clit again, and with so much lust, he teased it.