by Webb, Rene
“And?” I keep my voice even as my heart pounds in my chest, wondering what she’s going to say next.
“I was thinking maybe you could persuade me to stay with you?” she asks with a hopeful smile, biting her lip and shifting her weight restlessly from one foot to the other.
It’s not exactly the decision I was hoping for, but I can definitely work with it. I’m nothing if not persuasive. Getting Lily to practically beg me to take her virginity last night is proof of that.
“Come here.” I wait anxiously as she takes several steps toward me.
11
Lily
When I’m within touching distance, Finn palms my hips and pulls me closer. He tugs the towel from around my head and tosses it onto the floor. “You aren’t going to need that.”
Giggling nervously, I shake my hair out.
“Or this,” Finn says, and with a quick tug and flick of his wrist, he pulls off the towel covering me.
“Finn!” I cry out, stepping forward to press my body against his, using him as a shield against the room’s cool air.
The last twenty-four hours have been completely cray-cray. I went from being a terrified virgin, shaking with fear about the man I had been given to for the night, to being aroused and craving his touch. Even before I knew who Finn was, he showed me the kind of man he is. He may be demanding and to some degree controlling, but he is also extremely gentle, patient, and caring. Seeing how much he cares for his sister’s safety only proves to me how wonderful a man he is. How did I go from being trapped in a living nightmare to living in a fantasy as this man’s princess?
Moving his hands to cup my face, he whispers against my lips, “You’re beautiful, princess.”
With my hands against his chest, I grip his shirt and fall into the gentle kisses, teasing nips, flicks of his tongue, and the sweet warmth of his taste
“Finn.” I hear myself moan as I shiver against his skin.
“All I want is to bury my cock inside you again and fuck you so deep neither of us knows where we end and the other begins.”
My breath stops at his whispered words.
My sex pulses and floods in anticipation of him inside me again. There’s nothing I want more right now than to have this man.
“Yes.” I exhale and release my hold on his shirt to begin undoing the buttons, wanting—needing—to feel his naked body again.
“We’re going to take things slow this time,” Finn says, pulling out of my grasp and leading me back into the bedroom.
He walks toward the small loveseat in the corner and spins me around so my back is to his chest.
“Finn?”
His warm hands move to grip my hips, and he guides me backward.
“Finn?” I ask again, twisting my body to see him.
Ignoring my question, he sits on the couch and pulls me into his lap, my back to his front. I’m pretty sure this is reversed cowgirl, only my man is unfortunately fully dressed.
“Lean back,” he instructs in a rough whisper.
I relax against his chest, feeling completely safe in his arms. Firm hands hook my legs over the side of his. Finn then spreads his legs farther apart, taking mine with them, exposing my pussy to the cool air in the room.
“Finn.” I pant as his fingers slowly glide their way up my thighs, caressing my skin with barely there touches.
The fingers that are gently teasing my inner thighs travel slowly toward my increasingly wet and needy sex.
I release a moan of longing, wanting—craving—this man’s touch. I have never wanted anyone else to touch me as much as I need to feel this man’s hand on my pussy. Taking matters into my own hands, I grip one of his wrists tightly and attempt to direct his hand to where I need it most. While I am unsuccessful in moving his hand, the other comes down hard against my pussy, slapping it.
I gasp from the shock, crying out without thinking, “Sir!”
“I told you I like to torture cunts.”
“What?” I ask as he teases my sex with his touch.
“If you’re going to be mine, you’d better get used to it,” he whispers.
“Used to what?” I ask. “You being a tease?”
His deep chuckle sends warmth through me, which is ignited into desire when he nips my ear and whispers, “Yes, princess, I told you I like to torture cunts, tease them, and then make them explode with pleasure.”
“Could we skip the torture and go right to the pleasure?” I run my fingers along his forearms in what I hope is a seductive manner.
“No,” he replies, giving my bare pussy another slap. There’s no mistaking the sound of the wetness he hits or the moan that escapes my lips. My fingers dig into his arms as pleasure mounts within me.
My heart pounds in my chest as two fingers spread my vulva open, exposing me even further. The air hits my aroused wetness, and the coolness sends a shiver through me. I’m filled with the anticipation of pleasure and what this man will do next. I groan when two fingers from his other hand circle my opening.
“So wet for me,” he growls, continuing to tease me.
“Please.” I pant, digging my nails into his arm. Leaning back farther, I tilt my hips closer to his hands, silently begging him to touch me.
“This is the sexiest cunt I’ve ever played with.” He groans in my ear before he slowly presses two thick fingers into me, stretching me open, slowly demanding my body to give in to his invasion.
“Should I let you come now, or should I just tease you until I fuck you?”
“Let me come.” I groan, wiggling my hips to move his fingers, which have settled deep within me.
As I squirm in Finn’s lap, I feel his hard cock against my ass. He’s as affected by what he’s doing to me as I am. Hopefully he’s suffering as well.
“What’s the magic word?” he asks teasingly as he slowly fucks me with his fingers. The hand holding my folds open moves up my body to cup my breast before pinching my already-hard nipple.
“What?” I ask, overloaded with sensations. I’m shivering and burning up all at the same time.
“Ask me nicely,” he taunts roughly. “Say, ‘Sir, please let me come.’”
“Please, sir,” I growl out. “Let me fucking come.”
His chest vibrates against my back as he chuckles, nipping my ear and teasing it with barely there licks.
“All right, princess, since you asked somewhat nicely.” There’s laughter in his voice before his hand abandons my breast and zeros in on my clit. I jump when he pinches and rubs my nub roughly, all while spearing me with his fingers and scissoring them within me.
Surrounded by Finn’s spicy scent, it doesn't take long before I am shaking, sweating, and on the verge of exploding. Everything about this man, from the hardness of his body to the warmth of his spicy scent, has me primed. Ready to orgasm. I have never met a man whose very essence makes my body lose control. I’m fucked… hopefully soon.
“Finn!” I groan out his name as I explode on his fingers. My sex tightens and pulses around them. He continues to draw out my pleasure until I’ve collapsed back onto his chest, completely sated.
I don’t have much time to recover before Finn is pulling his fingers out and lifting me off his body to stand on shaky legs.
“Fuck slow. I can’t wait any longer,” he growls, spinning me around and tossing me over his shoulder, giving me a head rush.
I grab for the back of his shirt, crying out, “Dude!”
A few seconds later, my body is gently tossed onto my aunt’s bed.
Lifting myself up on my elbows, I watch as Finn tears off his clothes. First, he kicks off his shoes, then tears off his socks, undoes his pants, and pushes them and his boxers over his straining erection and off.
“I know you’re new at this, but do you want to try something new?” Finn asks, his eyes blazing golden with need.
“Yes.” My voice trembles with anxiety, and I say almost to myself, “I trust you.”
“Roll over,” Finn instructs, and
I comply, turning just as I see him shrugging off his dress shirt. I hear his watch hit the end table with a metallic thud.
Turning my head to one side, I grip the blankets in anticipation. We have only ever had sex in the traditional missionary position. I am not that naïve—not even when I was a virgin—to not know there are other ways to have sex. I wonder how many positions there are.
“I could get used to the view,” Finn tells me, and I twist my body enough to see him naked, standing at the edge of the bed staring at me. My breathing catches in my chest at the sight of him. His lean body, his hard cock clenched in his fist leaking pre-cum, and his wild golden eyes… There’s no doubt what’s about to happen.
“I’m going to fuck you now, princess,” he tells me, leaning forward and taking a hold of my ankles.
“Dude,” I cry again, and I hear his amused chuckle as he continues to pull me down the bed until my toes hit the carpet and I’m leaning over the side.
“Open those gorgeous legs for me. Show me my cunt.”
I’m too caught up in what’s happening to argue whose pussy it is. The truth is, in this moment, all of me belongs to him. I part my legs, feeling the cool air hit my damp skin.
“Farther,” my man commands and steps between my legs. I feel his hardness against my ass, and the hairs on his legs prickle the skin on the back of my thighs. “Are you ready, princess?”
“Yes.” I barely get the word out before he’s gripping my hips and thrusting into me, filling and stretching.
“Sir.” I gasp as he buries himself in deeper than he’s ever been before, almost to the point of being painful.
“Fuck.” Finn groans. “I’ve gotta move. You doing okay?”
“Yes.” I moan as need begins to claw me from the inside, his broad cock filling my pussy and hitting every sensitive spot within. “Don’t stop.”
Finn continues to pound into me from behind, his fingers digging into my waist as he hurdles us toward orgasm. All I can do is hold on to the blankets, thrust my ass toward him encouragingly, and savor the ride.
“Come for me, princess,” he growls, and I gasp when one of his hands finds its way to my pussy and he pinches my clit, creating an explosion deep within me.
“Sir!” I hear myself cry out and squeeze his cock as I find my pleasure.
He follows me two thrusts later, chanting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as he explodes deep inside of me.
Finn leans over my body, holding his weight off of me by resting his forearms on the bed next to my head. I turn and meet his sated golden eyes. Smiling, I stretch close and press my lips to his.
“Are you doing okay?” he asks breathlessly. He nuzzles our noses and gives me several pecks on the lips.
“Wow.” I sigh, completely sated and unable to move, let alone form a complete sentence.
“Definitely wow,” he says, and I feel his body chuckle all over, making me shiver with renewed need.
“It was different.” I concentrate on the last remnants of pleasure, not wanting to let them go.
“Good or bad different?” my man asks in a concerned voice, raising himself higher on his forearms to look down at me. His eyebrows are scrunched, assessing me.
“Definitely good.” I smile and reach out to touch his hand.
“Good,” Finn murmurs into my ear and kisses my neck. “Did I convince you to stay with me?”
I giggle. “Maybe.”
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
“I couldn’t move if I wanted to,” I tell him.
He slowly pulls out of me, making my words turn into a moan. My entire body feels exhausted, satisfied, and used.
A chill goes through me from the loss of his warm body cocooning me. After a few seconds, I hear the water running in the bathroom and Finn moving around, opening cabinets. Closing my eyes, I try to savor the memory of how being with him felt—the way his thick cock filled and stretched me. It was unlike the last time, going deeper, touching me in places I didn’t know existed. How I could feel his balls against me when he thrust in. And how even now, I can feel his cum leaking out of my sex and sending a cool trail down my thighs.
“Shit!” I shriek, pushing myself into a standing position.
“Lily, what’s wrong?” Finn calls, running back into the room, and for once I don’t notice or admire his naked body.
“We didn’t use protection, like at all,” I remind him, flailing my hands around animatedly. I did not think about it last night because shit was extreme and I was just happy to be having sex with someone I wanted to.
“Come here.”
I find myself stepping toward him, attracted by his calm, demanding voice.
“Relax, princess,” he tells me, pulling me against his chest and running his hands along my back. “It’s okay.”
“Okay?” I exclaim, pushing against his body to look up at his calm face. “I’m not ready to have a baby. I don’t even know if I ever want to—”
“I’ve had a vasectomy.” His pronouncement stops me before I can continue.
“What?” I ask, shocked. Aren’t those for middle-aged men with too many kids? “Really? Why?”
“Why do women take birth control?”
For some insane reason, his words hit me in the chest, and I can't seem to keep the disappointment from my voice. “You don’t want kids?”
“Not until I’ve found someone I can trust to raise them with.” His words are firm. I can tell there’s more to what he’s saying, and I briefly wonder about his family.
“Okay,” I mumble, letting myself rest against his chest, feeling a renewed sense of safety in his arms.
“It’s reversible, and I’ve got assets in the bank too.” Finn gives me a squeeze. At his words, the tightness in my chest loosens.
“Good.”
“I’m clean too. I would never put either of us at risk like that,” he declares, and I know in my heart he’s being truthful. Finn would never do anything to put the people he cares about at risk. Even though I’m still unsure about our relationship or what it is exactly, I know one thing for sure: Finn cares about me. I relax against his warm nakedness.
“Let’s get cleaned up.” His arms drop away, and he steps back, asking with all seriousness, “Do you want to take another shower?”
“Only if you’ll join me, Mr. Clean.” I grab onto his arm and giggle as he leads the way into the bathroom. I smile, enjoying the view of his firm, round ass and muscular thighs as he walks.
12
Finn
“That’s it, princess,” I say as Lily cautiously sucks the thick head of my cock. Torturing me with the tentative swirls of her tongue against the slit, she laps up the pre-cum that keeps weeping out.
Earlier we had an enjoyable shower, where we fucked against the cool tile before washing each other thoroughly. Afterward, we dressed and had a light dinner of meats, cheeses, and slices of bread with Trevor who had brought the feast back after his walk. I could tell Lily enjoyed getting to know him as she has taken to calling him “cuz.” It’s hard to be jealous, though, when your woman has her warm hand resting on your thigh during a majority of the conversation.
Pride Security called while we were eating to give us a quick update, saying they had uncovered that the brothel was directly tied to the team who had kidnapped Lily in Paris. Some of the same muscle that provided security and were Lily’s jailers are the ones who had kidnapped her outside the nightclub. Pride also gave her the okay to message her Internet friend back but cautioned her against giving any information about what had transpired. Lily eagerly took my phone and has yet to give it back.
Once dinner was over, I had several emails that needed to be responded to, including one to Maul, my legal counsel. She was understandably confused by my email earlier, where I had told her my intel on LCD Limited had been erroneous and that for the moment, I didn’t need her to extricate us from our contract. Charles Henderson had somewhat redeemed himself by being the inside informant who had aided in Lily
’s attempted rescue. Trevor and I quickly got our work done, while Lily curled up on the couch, reading and messaging her friend. The idea of her meeting people online still makes me uneasy.
Afterward, wanting to be alone, Lily and I returned to our room for the night. I planned to take the opportunity to continue convincing Lily she should stay with me—by being naked together and giving her orgasm after orgasm. But my woman had other ideas.
We took our time, stripping each other and kissing and caressing the skin we were revealing. Once on the bed, we had rolled around making out like teenagers, and somehow my princess had gained the upper hand, straddling my body. She kissed her way down my chest, nuzzling me and nipping at the skin as she went. Torturing me further by rubbing her bare, wet cunt along my stomach and then teasing my cock against her clit as she made herself moan. It took all of my self-control not to flip her onto her back and roughly fuck her teasing cunt.
“I want to taste you,” Lily whispered, chewing her lip nervously as she rocked torturously back and forth against my painfully erect cock.
“You ready to learn how to suck your man’s cock?” I groaned, running my hands along her side. My woman’s beautiful body trembled beneath my palms.
“Yes,” Lily replied, with a wide smile and bright green eyes sparkling with excitement.
She slowly kissed, nipped, and sucked her way down my body, leaving a trail of heat and desire.
My knees are bent with my feet planted on the bed, and my woman is between my thighs with her hot mouth sucking my cock for the first time. Life can’t get any better.
“Don’t stop.” I fist the sheets at my side, stopping myself from tangling my fingers in her hair and thrusting my cock down her throat. Lily moans around my cock, the vibration sending a zing of pleasure up my spine.
“Watch the teeth.” I gasp as she scrapes them along my shaft, making me tense.