Page 34 of Primal
“Finn,” she exhales my name, pulling back from me until she’s resting against the ledge behind her. I grab her left leg and lift it over my shoulder to spread her wider for me. Bending her knee, she digs her heel into my back, pulling me into her as she lightly protests, “This is a house of worship.”
“And I’m on my knees,piscín.” I kiss along the thigh draped over my shoulder, and her breath hitches when I reach the tender spot of her upper thigh. “Eager and ready to pray for my spot in heaven.”
Gripping her ass, I run the tip of my tongue through her sweet pussy. She lets out a string of breathy grunts when I repeatedly flick over her clit. Lacing her fingers into my hair, she pulls me into her and grinds herself against my mouth. My cock throbs as my sweet, innocent girl sinfully rides my tongue and beautiful whimpers fill the confines of our confessional.
Fuck…
Reaching up, I cup her breast and squeeze the tight nipple pressing against her cardigan. I swirl my tongue around her clit, and a loud moan slips over her lips. “You need to be quiet,piscín,”I remind her, pulling back.
Her hand slides from my hair, and she grips the prayer ledge as I continue to worship at her altar.Arousal drips down my chin as I continue to feast on her, keeping her on the edge because I can’t get enough of her taste on my tongue. The foot pressing against my back flexes, and her thighs begin to tremble as she teeters on the verge of her release.
Squeezing the ledge in her hands so hard it must hurt, her head falls back, and a breathy scream blows over her lips as her hips buck against my face. She comes hard and long; the release continuing to spasm through her as I relentlessly suck and lick at her sensitive clit.
After she’s come down, I slip her leg from my shoulder; her legs are unsteady as I pull her dress back over her hips and down her thighs. Rising before her, I use her panties to clean her arousal from my face as she struggles to catch her breath.
“I would give these back”—I dangle the panties in my hand before her as I grab her hand and pull it to my throbbing cock—“But I’m going to need them when I get home.” An adorable embarrassment creeps over her already-flushed cheeks as I tuck them into my pocket.
Placing a chaste kiss against her lips, I turn the knob and crack the door to ensure the coast is clear before stepping out of the tiny wooden closet. “You’ll have to let me know later if that earned me a spot in heaven,” I whisper before closing the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CATLIN
ONE WEEK LATER
Even in my dreams, I can’t get enough of Finn’s face between my thighs. I can still feel him licking me when the orgasm wakes me.
Lucky for me, I think he enjoys it even more than I do.
A sharp nip at my inner thigh abruptly pulls me from my groggy state, and I throw back the covers to find Finn staring back at me wearing a devilish grin. Arching a brow, he chirps, “Good morning.”
“Finn!”
“Yes, thatiswhat you were screaming as you came.”
Playfully slapping at him, I huff. “You can’t sneak in here and wake me up like…that!”
“I can.” He smirks. “And I did. And you came so fucking hard that you soaked your sheets,piscín.”
Laying in a damp puddle of my arousal, I can’t even argue with him as he kisses up my body. Finn grabs a condom from thebedside table and tears it open with his teeth as I fret, “If Uncle Sean catches you here…”
“Then we better hurry.” Finn tears his T-shirt from my body and rolls me until I’m face-down beneath him. Grabbing my hips, he lifts them from the mattress as he slides into me. His first few strokes are slow and deep, giving me a chance to adjust to him inside me. As though he knows when I’m ready, he picks up his pace until his hips are relentlessly slamming against me. “Fuck, I love watching that ass of yours jiggle as I fuck you from behind.”
Sex with Finn—of which there’s been a lot of this past week—is always a surprise. He can be so gentle and tender, worshipping me until we’re both beyond exhaustion. Other times,he’s absolutely feral in the way he takes me.
Like him,Ican’t get enough of either…
“Finn,” I groan as he has me dangling at the edge of my release so quickly. The headboard bangs against the wall from his vigorous thrusts as I claw at the sheets beneath me. His fingertips dig into my hips as he tries to take me faster, so hard that his short nails dimple my flesh. Needing desperately to come, I arch my back and push into him. “Please...”
“So fucking needy,” he teases, reaching over me to take my hand. He drags it beneath and presses both our hands between my thighs. Slamming into me from behind, he rubs my fingers over my clit, quickly pulling my orgasm from me. “That’s it,” he encourages. “Come all over my cock.”
He firmly fists my butt cheek, and I wince in pain, exploding when he slams into me again. My hips spasm, and it’s all I can do to bite the pillow to silence my screams as my thighs tremble so hard that I collapse against the mattress. Grabbing my hands, hepresses them to the rocking headboard as he continues to drive into me without abandon.
“You’re mine,piscín,”Finn growls as he bites at the back of my shoulder. His teeth sink deep into my flesh, and it hurts so good that I nearly come again. He sucks at the tender skin, and I moan with pleasure as he leaves his bruising mark. Sloppily kissing over the mark to soothe it, he grunts through his thrusts, “Mine. All. Of. You. Is. Mine.”
“Yours,” I pant as he roughly bites my other shoulder.
His hips sputter against me, and he thrusts the entirety of himself into me to bury himself to the hilt. Nipping at his newest mark, he fills the condom with a guttural groan. Spent and buried inside my pussy, he tenderly kisses my tender flesh up my neck. His lips dust along my ear, and he purrs, “I’m going to mark every fucking inch of you, so everyone knows that you’re mine.”