Page 50 of Heir of Fire
She wrapped her hand around him, swiping her thumb over the bead of cum at the head of his dick before jerking himoff. Finn was vocal, and fuck did she love it. Every moan and groan that escaped his lips only added to her own pleasure, highlighting just how good she was making him feel.
“Fucking perfect,” he said, pulling her back in for a kiss.
Heat swirled in her core. She needed more friction, touches, something, anything. She slipped her hand inside her sweatpants, still keeping the other one wrapped around him. With no issue she found her clit, swirling her fingers around the nerves, moaning against his lips.
He pulled back, looking between them before looking back up at her. Finn’s eyes were almost completely black, his pupils huge. “Don’t be a brat, let me have a taste.”
She looked at him in confusion until he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand out. He dipped her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue over them, keeping his eyes on her the entire time.
Oh God.
“I need you inside me,” she said breathlessly.
He lifted her again, helping her slide her underwear and sweatpants off. She was completely bare, the rain still pounded against the windows, and here she was fucking Finn in a car in the middle of nowhere.
He guided his cock inside of her, letting her sink down on him. He felt better than he did the first time. Hell, he would probably feel better every time they fucked. She sat all the way down, letting the gasp leave her lips.
She felt full. Completely and utterly full. And not alone.
She ground her hips, rotating them, riding him, and chasing her pleasure while she held onto his shoulders. It all felt so fucking good.
His eyes were on her, a smirk on his face. “What?” she asked him, barely keeping her eyes open.
“I love to see you claiming my cock as yours,” he said.
“And if I said it was mine, then what?”
“I would say take it.” He grabbed her breast in his hand. “I would say use me however you want.”
She let out a moan, her pussy pulsing at his words. “And if I said that if I ever see you with anyone else, or if you call anyone else a brat—or worse, princess—that I’ll kill you, then what?”
He wrapped his hands around her body, pulling her into him so they were flush to each other. He smiled like a Cheshire cat, leading her to believe that he had gotten exactly what he wanted.
“Then I would say you’re just as fucking obsessed with me as I am with you,” Finn said, leaning in close. “And it’s about fucking time because you’re mine,princess.”
And then he lifted his hips, thrusting into her like a madman. She opened her mouth, but not a single sound came out. She was overstimulated from pleasure, from his words, from his touch, fromhim.
“Don’t come yet,” he told her. “Wait for me.”
“Please,” she begged.
“Wait for me, princess.”
And as if her body was now attuned to only him, she waited to come. She waited, teetering on the edge of her pleasure until she could fall over the edge.
Finn’s hand wrapped in her hair, holding her forehead to his. It was intimate, more than just fucking. That was exactly what this had become. More than just sex. He knew it. She knew it.
“Come with me, princess.” The groan left his lips, and at his command, she came, her body crashing completely.
He held her against him and all she could do was relish in the warmth, in his arms. Finn pressed kisses against her head, running a hand up and down her back. “My princess,” he muttered against her hair.
She didn’t fight it. Gianna closed her eyes, imagining a world where she could have it all.
TWENTY-FOUR
FINN
Finn let goof her so she could get dressed, but surprisingly, she still let him hold her afterwards. It felt so right being there, holding her in his arms. And maybe he was jumping to conclusions, but something seemed different in her.
