Page 40 of Wintertime Love (Holiday 2)

God, the punishing grip is a turn on and I’m overwhelmed by this pressure of control bearing down on me, my drenched pussy tightening. It seems I like it when he takes charge in the bedroom.

He releases my breast and trails his hand down till he uses his feet to kick my legs apart, forcefully. He pushes one thick finger inside and I let out a small whine as my inner muscles grasp at it, wanting more, and

He chuckles. “What a dirty girl. You’re soaking. All I did was play with you a bit and you’re already reduced to this state.” His mouth trails on my neck, my jaw, my cheek, his tongue tasting my skin, licking me as if it’s his right. “I wonder what you’ll do if one day I come up behind you during rush hour and stick my fingers in.”

My pussy tightens on his fingers at the mental image and he’s pleased. “Would you pretend to take orders while I finger fuck you? Will you remain calm as I make you come all over my hands and the floor?”

It’s getting hard to breathe, the images in my head are so overpowering.

“Will you beg me for my cock then, let me bend you over the counter and just take you, your legs open for me?”

I groan. “Yes!”

His taunting laughter makes my nipples ache and he pinches one, making me gasp. He swallows the sound with his mouth, kissing me, as his finger moves inside of me. My hips are moving on his hand, desperate for release, my mind blanking out.

Finn releases a satisfied sound and then plunges in another finger, making me tense up and then let out a hoarse cry as he increases his speed. I’m shattering under his skilled hands, breaking apart even as he holds me together. He’s knuckle deep inside of me, rubbing against my g spot, thrusting through my tightening muscles, riding out orgasm, till I’m struggling to breathe, my body limp.

Maintaining eye contact with me, he offers me his wet fingers. “Open your mouth.”

I part my lips without hesitation and taste myself on his fingers as they invade my mouth. He watches me, his eyes dark.

I find my knees growing weak under his gaze and he loops pone arm around my waist, walking me back to the desk, till my ass is pressed against it. One lift and I’m seated on the wooden structure.

Finn withdraws his fingers and then moves down to take my mouth in a kiss that is wet, wild and dirty and I just moan into it. His hands grasp my hips and he holds them apart, stepping into them before using one of his hands, to lower me back onto the desk.

The blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance.

I was right.

He’s too big for me.

I bite my lower lip as he enters me slowly, his eyes on me, taking in every expression with intense concentration. It feels uncomfortable but he lets me get used to his size bit by bit. My heart is racing, my nerve endings on fire as I feel so full. I can feel every inch of him as he moves inside me slowly and my lips part as I tremble in need.

I don’t want this slow.

I can take a little pain for what’s to follow. So, I grit my teeth, and then move my hips suddenly, surprising him, slamming myself down on his cock till he’s completely inside me and my body is shaking from the effort. “A minute,” I gasp out, trying to adjust to his massive girth. “I need a s-second.”

He waits, his face strained, “Are you…?”

“Fine.” I make a frustrated sound as I move, the sharp sting of pleasure, making me want to whimper. “I’m fine now.”

He watches me as he pulls back slightly and when my face collapses in wanton need, I see the beginnings of a smirk on his lips. He’s pulls out more till only the head is in, and then slams back in, making me scream out.

I’ve never felt—how am I supposed to-?

He starts pounding into me, a wildness in his eyes and I’m trying to grab something for purchase but all I have are the edges of the desk and I hold on to them for dear life as he pulverizes me, the greed in his eyes affecting me, driving me insane, his cock fucking every brain cell out of me.

My inner muscles feel feverish and overly sensitive and each time he rubs inside of me, it’s like something is snapping in my head and I go blank, just seeing white hot pleasure. “Finn,” I sob out his name, scared and overwhelmed by these feelings. “I-I can’t! Please, I—?”

He slams into me again making me whine and he growls, “

You’re so fucking wet, Agra! How are you this tight?!”

His control is unraveling in front of my eyes and I pant as he destroys my pussy, fucking me raw and in that moment, I’ve never been more grateful that I decided to go on the pill I wouldn’t be able to ask him to pull out. This hot throbbing pleasure is driving me into a haze and I wrap my legs around the small of his back, my body slippery with sweat.

Tears come to the edge of my eyes, these intense feelings overwhelming me and I press my fist to my mouth, trying to hold in my moans.

Finn grabs my hands and forces them above my head, snarling, “I want to hear you!”

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