Page 24 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“Finn…”
“I know,” he says gently, then his finger is sinking in, stretching me to him. I’m malleable in his hands, and so out of control I should be panicking. Perhaps a small part of my mind is still shouting that I shouldn’t be allowed to give this up. I should be fighting, or embarrassed. But there’s no space for either, because Finn is doing this to me, and in the secrecy of my own mind, I can admit it feelsso good.
Then everything is overwhelming. His fingers, the sound of him rumbling his approval, the filthy wet squelching sounds of my wetness, and me gasping and sighing.
“Come for me,” he says, then redoubles the intensity of his finger inside me, stroking and coaxing me, rubbing on my inner wall. And his tongue is relentless.
“Again.”
“I can’t, I can’t,” I babble. My body spirals upwards, obeying him even though I know it’s impossible. I can’t do it with my fingers, I’ve tried.
“One more for me, pet.” His voice is decadent and tempting. He’s pure sin.
“I…” It feels good, but there’s a sharp edge to the pleasure that has always made me back off. With Finn, I’m embracing it.
“You can.” His confidence is so sexy it sends a bolt of need through me. Then he’s silent as his mouth returns to my core, gentle but somehow knowing my body better than I do myself.
“It hurts, please, it hurts.” And that’s true, and it seems like a plea for him to stop. I tell myself that’s what it is. But I’m arching up into him, towards the pain and the pleasure, not away.
“Do it for me.” And his request sounds heartfelt, like it would be a favour to him if I allowed him to make me orgasm. He shifts his focus from my clit and for a second I think he’s going to let me off, but he doesn’t. It’s an adjustment, and instead of lickingright over the nub, he’s running his tongue around the base, and I almost levitate.
Combined with his fingers, and the earthy scent of his skin, and the low noises of contentment he’s making, I’m helpless.
I break apart in a jagged orgasm unlike anything I’ve felt before. It’s unfamiliar, and shocking in its force. It shakes me, but Finn holds me firm, stable as granite cliffs against the sea, and I toss and writhe as the white-hot sparks shower down every limb.
I’m panting when I can think again. My cheeks are heated, my pussy is tingling with aftershocks, and when I look between my legs, Finn is pressing lazy kisses to the insides of my thighs, his green eyes flashing up at me, full of a serious emotion I can’t interpret.
Then he smacks my soaking folds lightly, as though to say,Don’t worry, I’ll be back for more, and levers himself up and over me.
I shudder. It’s possessive, that smack. A promise.
This is what people mean when they say Finn is charming but ruthless. He kills with a smile, and tortures with orgasms. A flirt, I remind myself, but I can’t find the energy to care.
He shoves his jeans down and pulls out his cock. I gasp. A vein runs down the length, and liquid beads at the tip, and it’s almost red it’s so swollen. Is that painful?
Then he grips it, and a tremor goes through me. He’s not going to… Is he?
I’m helpless. At his mercy.
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FINN
She stares at my cock, eyes wide.
“You like the look of this, huh?” Swiping my hand over my length, the pleasure streaks down my spine. I won’t last long. She’s too beautiful.
I lean forward, and panic flashes over her face.
“Are you going to…”
“Shove my fat cock into your mouth and make you take it as I fuck your throat?” I finish for her.
She lets out a squeal of alarm.
“Fuck that tempting little pussy of yours?”
A full, head-to-toe tremble shakes her. But she doesn’t shy away.
