Page 68 of The Lies That Shatter

He’s getting close, which is good as I’m struggling to hold back any longer. My pussy is so sensitive, and I’m tingling so much that I’m surprised my juices aren’t flooding out of me. I have one last thing to try, that I know usually pushes him over the edge, and now's the time for it.

The next time he pushes into me fully, before he has a chance to pull back out again, I squeeze the walls of my pussy, clamping around his cock. Finn’s groan flutters over my cheek, and he bites down on my shoulder as he tries to pull his dick back.

Each time he thrusts in, I squeeze the walls of my pussy, milking his cock in the most delicious way. The sensations for both of us are amazing, and I can feel Finn trembling beneath me.

“Fuck, you’re such a naughty slut. You really want to come, don’t you, sweetheart?” he chuckles, though it’s way more sexy than funny.

I turn slightly, making sure to keep my back arched and my ass out at just the right angle, but now I’m able to look at him a little more. His normally bright blue eyes are now almost black with passion, and there’s a thin veil of sweat coating his brow, showing how much effort he’s putting into holding off. His eyes look wild, and I know he’s close. His wicked smirk tells me he can see the same reflected in my gaze.

“Can I come, please? I want you to come with me. Fill me with your cum. Mark me as yours forever,” I plead, and his mouth falls open as his eyes roll backwards.

He loves when I talk dirty, just the way I love it when he does, and the words—combined with all the sensations that are overwhelming our bodies—are enough to push us both over the edge.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Finn grunts, and I do exactly as I’m told.

My body tenses and my pussy clamps around his cock as we both fall into sweet oblivion. Our orgasms hit at the same time, and it feels like fireworks are erupting beneath my skin. Every nerve is sizzling, and it feels like we’re going to combust together.

I ride out the orgasm, trembling in his arms as black spots flick through my vision and I quite literally see stars. His hard cock pulses as he spills his seed deep inside, claiming me in a way we both need. I gasp for breath as I lean more on the door, hoping like hell it’s enough to keep me upright.

As we both try to catch our breath, the energy depletes from my body, and my legs become weak. Finn must notice because before I’m able to protest, he picks me up like I weigh nothing at all, and carries me to the bedroom.

I groan as his fingers and cock slip from my holes, the sudden feeling of emptiness hitting me in a way I wasn’t expecting. It’s almost like I’m missing a piece of myself I didn’t even know about until him.

I can feel his cum dripping down my legs, but I don’t care enough to slip into the bathroom. Frankly, I don’t have enough energy.

Once I’m settled under the covers, Finn slips in beneath me. I’m just about to tell him to beware of the mess when I feel his finger tracing along my thigh.

Without saying a word, I lift the duvet slightly, so I can see what he’s doing. At first I thought he was cleaning up the cum dripping down my leg, but once he has it gathered on his finger, he gently presses it back inside my sore, swollen pussy. I gasp from the sting, my eyes widening as I lock on his gaze. He’s wearing that cocky smirk he reserves just for me, dimples on full display.

Finn presses a kiss to my lips, short but searing, as he pulls his finger out gently. “I don’t want you wasting any of my cum. Ifit drips out, I’m putting it back where it belongs,” he growls, and fuck if that doesn’t get my heart racing all over again.

There’s a part of me screaming about hygiene and how icky and sticky I’m going to feel in the morning, but that rational side of my brain is silenced by the hot fucking look he throws my way. It’s possessive and dominating, and I know that when he fills me with his cum like this, that’s his way of claiming me.

“That was amazing.”

Talk about stating the fucking obvious, McKenna, I grumble to myself in my head.

Finn chuckles, though he agrees with me. “How did you find the little bit of edging we did?”

My brows hit my hairline as I shake my head in disbelief. “Little bit? You mean it can get worse?” I squeal.

His smile widens as he nods. “I only edged you a few times…that’s nothing. The longer you can delay it, the more times you’re pulled back from the edge, the more intense the orgasm is when it does hit.”

“I’m not sure I like being denied,” I grumble. “Everything was more intense and more sensitive after, but I’m far too impatient to wait much more than I just did. I’d rather have more orgasms than less.”

It’s true. I don’t know what woman would say that they’d rather have just one mind blowing orgasm rather than several really good ones. Though I don’t have a lot of sexual experience, and everyone is different. But on this, I’m fairly certain that’s how I feel.

“You might regret saying that if I were to force you to have orgasm after orgasm, with no relief in between,” he replies with that sparkle of mischief in his eyes. “And the spanking?” he asks, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks. “I wasn’t sure if I went too far.”

The uncertainty in his voice makes my heart ache, as it’s clear Finn really cares for me, and wants to make sure I enjoy everything we do together.

“No, it was perfect. I was probably on the edge of saying mercy, but nowhere near waffles,” I admit, and his smile grows as I’m honest with him.

“The perfect amount.” He pauses, as if looking for the right words. “I love it when you talk dirty, but I just want to be sure you are okay with the things I said in the heat of the moment. I know the words slut and whore can have negative connotations, but that’s never how I’d use them with you.”

My mouth tips up into a smile as I lean over and capture his lips with mine. He’s shocked at first, but soon melts into my kiss. “I love that you want to check this stuff with me, but you don’t need to. If something happens that I don’t like, or that I’m unsure about, I will tell you. I like it when you call me dirty names. To be perfectly honest, I’ve never felt as unbelievably sexy as I do when you call me your dirty little slut. It makes me feel like I was made just for you and your pleasure. I’m sure that sounds silly, but it’s true.”

He shakes his head, his piercing gaze locked with mine. “It’s not silly at all. Youweremade for me. You’re my partner in life, but my slut in the bedroom.”

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