Page 39 of Wintertime Love (Holiday 2)

“So,

Clara…” He leans down, his breath hot on my lips as he asks, calmly. “Will you be a good girl or do I have to discipline you?”

I might be on the verge of having what might probably be the most erotic orgasm of my life, but my fighting spirit is very much still intact, and I rebelliously glare at him even as my chest heaves with the effort, “Look, you- Aaah!” The gasp is torn out of me as my back arches when he presses hard. “Finn!” My inner muscles convulse as he ruthlessly forces me into an orgasm that has my toes curling and my back arching. But there is nothing to grip onto and despite the fact that I am a still reeling from it, my push feels empty, bereft.

A hand strokes my hair back and Finn’s amused eyes come into my vision. “Are you going to listen to me now?”

He wants me to give up control. I’ve never given up control in the bedroom before. It’s always been a game of equality. But here he is, this wild eyed Irishman who is demanding that I surrender to him, give up pride and rigid self control and be his tonight.

His fiery eyes study mine, unfazed.

I want to. I want to let go of all the pressures facing me over these past few weeks and let him do what he wants. I want to stop thinking for a while, to stop having to make decisions for just a while.

But I don’t know how to do it.

I cling to the edges of my pride, feeling embarrassed and yet wanting this.

Finn gazes at my helpless confusion and then he trails his fingers down the side of my face, almost lovingly. “It’s not that hard, luv. It’s just you and me, here.” His fingers trace my collarbones, moving down to cup my right breast, fondling it, squeezing the pebbled nipple that’s jutting out proudly. “We can do whatever we like here. It’s just us.”

His words are soothing and yet his hands are driving me crazy. One hand starts unfurling my stockings, taking them off gently, and tossing them to the side. His hands run over my smooth legs, and then he’s pulling off my underwear while my hips raise automatically, letting him tug them off.

I have always been an aggressive lover but right now I find myself acting like a virgin who has no idea what to do or how to behave. I know that with Finn, this will be explosive, mind blowing. But that means I have to give in.

It takes effort, forcing down my own walls, ripping them down.

Finn meets my gaze and after a brief second, there is a hint of satisfaction in his amber gaze. “Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees.”

I take a deep breath and let him guide me to the carpeted floor of my office.

I’m still wearing my skirt and my blouse. The only things missing are my underwear and stockings. Then my skirt is pushed over so that my ass is bare to his gaze. His hands roughly pull my legs apart and even as I begin to wonder what he’s about to do, suddenly his mouth is tasting me and I let out a sharp cry.

There’s been little to no foreplay and he’s attacking me with a viciousness that is making my legs shake. Finn’s tongue laps at my slit and my hands feel weak, making me give in and sink to my elbows, my ass hanging in the air to his apparent satisfaction. He squeezes my ass, making me whimper and then his hands are pulling them apart as he inserts his tongue in.

I let out a small sound of need.

He licks inside of me as if it is the best tasting dessert in the word, his tongue greeting every crevice inside. He stabs, he prods, he licks, he slurps, and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head as I fight off the impending orgasm, his name a plea on my lips. He’s fucking me with his mouth, holding my legs apart and I have no choice but to take it from him.

When I push back, I receive a hard slap on my ass and I freeze at the hot red sensation, gasping out, “W-Wha-?”

He spanks me again, still eating me out and this time, the pain translates into blinding white pain, my legs spreading even wider. I can feel his smirk without him saying anything and then he lifts a hand and flicks my clit, making me shatter and I sob out as I come, convulsions racking my body. Finn keeps eating me out as my juices flow and his hand keeps tugging and torturing the small nub that is swollen right now. I beg him to let go, unable to handle it, but he just forces another orgasm out of me and then another before I slump forward, drained.

Then, I’m being tugged up gently by my hair till I’m standing and there’s a hungry look in Finn’s eyes as he slams his mouth down on mine, his hands undoing the buttons of my blouse. He pushes it off and the bra is the next to go. His movements are frenzied as my skirt is quickly discarded as well and now, I’m completely naked while he’s still fully clothed. His hand is holding a fistful of my hair as he kisses me like a starving man, his tongue fucking me, licking me, branding me with his heat and his unique taste. And then he drags my head back and looks down at me. “Undress me.”

It’s like I’ve lost my voice. Mutely, I reach down and start unbuttoning his shirt, unzipping his pants. As I reach my goal, I get more desperate, my movements faster.

I take out his cock and then stare at it, my mind going blank. It’s huge. “That’s…” I look up at him, suddenly nervous. “That’s not going to fit in me.” I’m no virgin but that massive tool seems as bit too much for me.

“It will.” Finn laughs, huskily.

It’ll destroy me, I think dazedly. I’ve never been fucked with such a long, fat cock and I already know that walking tomorrow is going to be next to impossible.

Finn’s hand closes on my breast and then he’s kneading it, ignoring my concerns. He lowers his head to suckle me, lightly chewing on my hard nipple, making me cry out his name. The sting of pain is erased when he plays with the other one.

“Stroke me,” he orders.

My hand starts moving along the length of his and I have to wonder what it would taste like in my mouth. Would Finn fuck my mouth gently or just use me? The idea makes me hot and I whimper.

A smile appears on his lips. “What were you thinking?” He murmurs, holding me up by my hair.

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