I felt crazed, and I didn't stop myself when I reached up and wound my hand in her hair, adding some pressure, bringing her forward again, so close our mouths nearly touched. I took her frantic breaths into my lungs, made her a part of me.
I’d be giving her a part of myself soon enough.
I needed to be gentle, soft, and sweet, because right now, I felt like I could tear Kitty up. My desire for her was a living entity in me, wanting to be brutal, barbaric even.
“Kitty,” I groaned her name, loving the way it rolled off my tongue. I felt like I should have been saying it my entire life. “I want to be gentle, but fuck, baby…” I breathed out slowly, grappling with control. “The things I want to do to you, the way I want to make you feel... if I were to tell you, they would have you running away.”
She breathed out slowly, as if my words affected her on every level.
Good, she knew how I felt now.
“I’m barely hanging on, baby.”
She didn’t respond right away, just leaned in until I felt her warm breath brush along my lips. A visible shiver wracked my entire body.
Did she know I could have gotten off with the feel of her on my lap, just come in my fucking slacks as if it were nothing?
“I’m barely hanging on too,” she finally said, her lips barely brushing along mine when she spoke. “And you can’t scare me away. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against hers, trying to grapple for control, to hold off from just letting this go. I didn’t want this to end too soon.
Gentle. She deserves all the gentle things.
“I don’t need gentle,” she whispered, and I wondered if I said those words out loud.
I slid my hand up her back, pulling her in impossibly closer, and tangled my hand in her hair.
I tightened my hold on her hair, an involuntary act, because I was getting strung even tighter, worked up even more. I leaned in and rested my forehead against hers. “All I can feel, smell, taste, is you, baby.” I wanted to drown in her scent.
I ran my tongue along her lips. I groaned at her taste. I’d never tasted anything sweeter.
“I’m so wet, Fin.”
Christ. She was going to have me exploding before I was even inside her tight body.
I hummed harshly, and she started to rock back and forth on me, her hands on my shoulders, her breathing coming in short pants.
Fuck.
“That feel good, baby?”
She closed her eyes and nodded, her head tipping back slightly, her long hair swaying from her movements. She kept rocking on me, and I felt beads of sweat dot my forehead as I strained to gather my control, to not come.
When that happened, I’d be buried deep in her body.
“That’s it,” I found myself saying and had my hands on her waist, guiding her movements, having her rock back and forth faster. I pushed her lower body down on me at the same time I slightly rose up, grinding my shaft against her.
“Ah,” she whispered.
“Give it to me.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but she started really working herself on me then.
I let go of her waist and placed my palms flat on the bed, leaning my upper body back slightly and letting her do her thing.
We might’ve had our clothes on still, but I swore to fuck I felt her pussy against my dick as if we were totally naked.
Knowing she was about to get off because of me had pre-cum spilling from the tip of my cock and dampening the front of my slacks.
I wanted to fuck her badly.
“Come for me, Kitty. Let me see you get off.”
And she gave into me so damn easily.
She parted her lips, dug her nails into my shoulders painfully—fucking perfectly—and gave me what I wanted.
She came on my demand.
I watched her come, and I swore to fucking everything that was holy that it was almost as good as finding my own release. It felt so fucking good knowing I made her feel this pleasure.
It was long moments as she rode out that wave of ecstasy before she finally settled and relaxed. I wasn’t nearly done with her. Not even fucking close.
I cupped the back of her head and tipped it upward so she was looking at me. She finally opened her eyes, this post-euphoric expression on her drowsy face. God, she was gorgeous.
All. Fucking. Mine.
I slammed my mouth on hers, kissing Kitty until she moaned for me and opened her mouth wider. She kissed me back more forcefully, as if she needed to crawl inside me, as if she couldn’t get enough.
I stroked my tongue along hers, plunged it into her mouth, and made a guttural sound when she sucked on it. Christ.
She pulled away, and I made a deep noise of dissatisfaction. I didn’t want to stop, not ever.
I lowered my gaze to her mouth, loving that her lips were red and swollen, a light glossy sheen covering them. I lifted my hand and ran my finger over her bottom lip, pulling the flesh slightly down and letting it go so it slipped back into place.
“Perfect,” I murmured. My cock jerked when I pushed my thumb between her lips. “Suck on it,” I demanded, my voice low. She sucked on the pad instantly, obeying me, having me growl in approval.
“Are you mine, Kitty?” God, I fucking needed her to say she was.
She ran her tongue over my thumb one last time before letting it slip from her lips. She stared into my eyes, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling. “Yes,” she breathed out. “I’m your—”
“Only mine,” I finished for her, and she licked her lips and nodded.
“Only yours, Fin.”
That’s fucking right.
I pulled her in close, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. I felt the flames singe me from the inside out. I was surprised—proud of my fucking self, if I were being honest—that I’d lasted this long without getting off.
I curled my bigger body around hers, the feel of her perfect handful-sized breasts right against my chest, her nipples hard, had my cock jerking like the fucker had a mind of its own.
I kept my hands on her waist, keeping her right where she was but pressing her down on my dick even harder.
I was going to destroy her in the best of ways.
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Kitty
Fin watched me, stared at me with such intensity I felt it to my core. There was only one word to describe the way Fin looked at me—possessively.
And I loved it. I never wanted him to look at me any other way.
“Only yours, Fin.”
I’d actually said those words to him, but what was even more insane was the fact that I meant them.
The way I rocked myself against him, moving over his thickness, his massive cock, had me so hungry for him I wanted Fin to consume every part of my being. My pussy was wet, my panties soaked. My nipples were so hard the tips ached. I wanted him to suck on them, to make my nipples harder, to draw the blood to the surface.
I wanted all of that and more, yet I had no experience in any of this.
I was a virgin.
I wasn’t ashamed of my lack of sexual experience. I prided myself that I waited for the right guy, for the right time.
And that time was now.
The right man was Fin.
He made this low sound deep within his chest and tumbled out my name as if it were a lifeline. His dick pressed between my thighs, a huge, thick rod that had my pussy clenching. I was seconds away from begging him to be with me already.