Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 141385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
He clenches his jaw. “Hattie, stop, I’m—”
He tries to pull my head back, but I squeeze my hand around his cock and suck harder.
I want all of him. Every drop. Every last bit of his cum.
I want to taste him the way he’s tasted me so many times.
“Fuck!” His cock pulses hotly, and a deep, vibrating groan reverberates through the air. His cum shoots out, coating my tongue in hot ropes that just keep coming. I work him with my hand, drawing everything out of him until he has nothing left to give, and...
I swallow.
I sputter at the salty taste of it, pulling back and letting his cock fall free from my mouth.
“Did you...” He trails off, staring down at me with wide eyes.
I wipe my mouth and look away. “It was an instinct.”
“Fuck. Hattie, fuck. Come here.” He grabs my arms and pulls me up onto his lap. “That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, wrapping one of his arms around my waist. “Tell me, did you enjoy that?”
I bite my lower lip, hesitating for a second as if admitting that I did is something unspeakably dirty, then nod.
Because I did.
I more than enjoyed it.
I fucking loved having him at my mercy. Fucking loved the power it gave me to know I was in control of his entire body in those moments.
“Let me feel.” He slips his hand between us and under my dress.
I already know what he’s going to find. My pussy has been pulsing and clenching the entire time he was in my mouth, so there’s no doubt he’s going to feel just how wet I am within a heartbeat.
“Well, shit,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers across the wet fabric of my underwear. “You’re soaked.”
“I—”
“Seems like I need to do something about that.”
I swallow. “I was just...”
He kisses me when I’m mid-word, and he slides his tongue between my lips to meet mine. I squeal. He’s going to taste himself on me because I can still taste him, and—
He groans. “I taste so good on your tongue.”
Holy.
Shit.
Who is this Finn, and what is he doing to me?
“My turn,” he whispers against my lips. He slips his fingers beneath my underwear and easily slides two into my wet pussy. “Apology noted. But you didn’t think I’d let you get away with lying to me, did you?”
“Ah.” I clench around his curling fingers. “I’m sorry.”
“Not sorry enough.” He kisses my neck. “Now, it’s time for your punishment.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN – HATTIE
Punishment?
What is he talking about? This doesn’t feel like a punishment. This feels like a reward for apologising, to be honest.
“Some punishment.” I gasp as his fingers hit the good spot inside me.
Finn laughs against my neck. His arm is still wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me firmly in place against him. He pumps his fingers inside me, and the heel of his hand rubs my clit with every movement.
Oh, God.
He’s rougher than he’s ever been, and I can barely breathe. Pleasure floods my body in sharp, nerve-tingling waves. My hips move at his pace, bucking against his hand, and I gasp as the first tingles of an orgasm pulse through my veins.
He stops.
With his fingers inside me and the heel of his hand pressing my clitoris, he fucking stops.
“What are you—”
“Punishment,” he murmurs against my neck, kissing a hot path down from my ear to my shoulder. He swipes his tongue through the hollow of my collarbone, and I moan, closing my eyes.
“Please.” The word leaves me in a needy mewl that I don’t recognise, and I move my hips, determined to seek the release he’s denying me.
Instead of complying, he does the opposite. He slides his fingers out of my pussy and removes his hand from between us, still kissing my neck the entire time. Emptiness fills me at his absence. He’s holding onto me so tightly that I still can’t move, but all I can think about is the trembling of my lower body.
“Finn...”
He looks me in the eye and inserts his fingers into his mouth one by one, licking every bit of me from them. “Lean over the back of the sofa.”
His tone brokers no argument as he raises my shaky leg and slides to the side. He places my hands on the back of the couch, leaving me on my knees.
I look back over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
He stands behind me and hauls my dress up around my waist. He pulls my underwear down, exposing my wet pussy in all its glory, and my chest heaves when he removes them and drops to his knees.
He palms my ass with his hands. “Tilt your hips up.”
I do as I’m told. I don’t think I can do anything else. Every part of me is tingling with desperation for the release he’s denied me, and I’ll do just about anything he says to get it.