I slouched down to the floor, my back scraping the thick, wooden door as I whimpered softly.
Then I heard a scratching noise coming from the window just behind my desk. I looked up and saw a familiar person climbing through the framework.
“Finn!” I shouted, a bit too loud, and slapped my hand in front of my face. Shit, shut up, Grace. Nobody can know I slept with him, let alone that he’s here right now.
I stood up while Finn brushed his brown hair from his eyes and puffed. “That’s a long way up, but I made it.” He gave me a lopsided smile, his crooked nose moved sideways when he laughed and I loved it. I loved every bit of imperfection about him.
He walked over to me and clenched his arms around me, picked me up and twirled me around. “Whoa, Finn!” I yelped. “What are you doing here?” I knew we couldn’t be seen together, even though I wanted him around, this was dangerous.
“I just had to see you,” he said when he put me down again.
I blushed and smiled, but didn’t know quite what to say. I didn’t want him to leave and yet I knew it was only a matter of time until we’d be discovered and he’d be captured by my father. I wanted to avoid that at all cost.
“Finn, you can’t be here. My father will kill you.”
“Relax, I’ve got it covered. My bud’s holding him down on the phone with an offer he can’t resist right now. Only thing he doesn’t know is that it’s a sham.” He chuckled, dimples brightened his face and I couldn’t help but caress his cheek.
“But—” I said.
“Outlaws don’t play by the rules, Grace,” he said, interrupting me. He placed his hand on top of mine. “Nothing will keep you from me.”
He didn’t waste any more time and planted his rugged lips on mine. His fevered kisses were swift and brutal, almost voracious, but also very loving and amorous. When Finn kissed me, it was like everything around me dissipated and my problems ceased to exist. All that was left was me and him, snagged in an eternal vortex of affection.
I folded my arms around his sturdy neck and pulled him closer. The smell of his muggy clothes, the sand and mud stuck to his skin and his sweat that shimmered on his skin was what I cherished. Most people would be abhorred by the dirt, but it was a part of Finn and his job and I adored everything he was, including the imperfections.
His hands drifted from my sides to my back and down to my butt, squeezing it. I jolted up and down from the sudden pinch, but he only pushed himself onto me more. With his tongue he forced my mouth to open and wriggled his way in my mouth, pivoting around. Moaning, I took it with pleasure and my hand slipped down across his hefty back, along the edges of his shoulder blades that stuck out and down his spine toward his butt. Squeezing it, I pulled him even closer and he grunted.
“See, I’m not the only one who can’t resist,” he murmured close to my ear. I chortled a little. Finn planted a few kisses on my neck, just below my ear and I closed my eyes. He trailed his way down toward my collarbones and let his lips slide along it, creating a path of saliva. Then suddenly he cupped his hands below my butt and picked me up from the floor.
I shrieked. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you. I’m the only man allowed, now aren’t I?” he said with a smug, his voice possessive. “Lucky me.”
I grinned as he walked to the other side of the room holding me. “Only you, Finn. I want only you.”
“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” His sudden dominating behavior was arousing and I felt a shiver run through me.
Oh my god, Finn just comes here and takes me like I’m his property! I love it.
With one sweep, he propelled all my paperwork off the desk. I couldn’t care less.
He placed me down on the wooden desk and stood between my legs, which were still entwined behind his back. I was still hanging on his neck, gazing into his emerald eyes which seemed full of carnal desire. It turned me on so much, my panties were getting wet without him even touching them.
My finger slithered across his shirt, going all the way down to his belt buckle and then I pulled his shirt up over his head. The naked torso that appeared underneath was hot and wet, dripping with sweat.
“My god, you look good,” I said, licking my lip. My eyes drifted over his body, the trained biceps, hulky pectorals and his massive abs and I couldn’t help but touch him everywhere my eyes preyed.
He laughed. “You look damn hot yourself too. Do you like getting me horny? Because that’s what you do to me, Grace,” he said.
My eyes traveled all the way down to his pants and when I saw the bulge in his jeans protruding forward, my heart started pounding in my chest like it wanted out.
Gently, he drew my arms off his shoulders and licked every finger.
“Lie down,” he said, sweet, but insistent.
Then he nudged me forward, so I lay backside down on the hard desk. Finn began to unbutton my flowery yellow dress, starting from the top and ending at the bottom, then slipped his fingers underneath, urging me to buckle and meet his touch.
He slid his calloused fingers across my belly, moving the dress sideways, exposing more skin with each stroke. Right before he reached the bottom of my breast, he bit his lip. “Hmm … so very tempting.” The last bit of fabric glided off my skin, showing my black, laced bra.
Finn moved his fingers up and cupped my breasts with both hands, making me moan, while he massaged them both. Then he let go again and trailed his fingers down to my belly button again … and lower.
“A set of black panties? Don’t tell me you were expecting me?” He groaned.
“Just a coincidence,” I said, but I knew it wasn’t the truth. I’d put on this expensive silk just for that tiny chance that I’d see him again. And now I finally did.
I couldn’t suppress a moan when he shifted a finger right on top of my aching clit.
“Nice,” he whispered and slid a couple of fingers across my vulva, moving up and down in a random pattern of pure deliciousness.
I knew anyone could come inside at any moment and find us here, half naked, with Finn stroking my nub, but I couldn’t care less. It was actually exciting to know that we could be caught and every passing second that we didn’t only heightened the pleasure. I felt dirty, in a sexual way, and liked it.
He circled around my throbbing knob a few more times, then abruptly stopped and bent down to his knees.
“Finn? What are you going to do?” I asked, peering up from under my awkward position.
He shushed me. “Just be quiet and enjoy.”
I felt his lips on my feet and his fingers that unwrapped the clips of my heels and heard how they dropped to the floor. He kissed a way up to my kneecaps and slipped his finger along the same path on my other leg. His lips were warm and moist, moving up from my shuddering thighs toward my pussy. My clit was pulsating when he reached my panties.
He clenched the fabric between his teeth and pulled it all the way down, then ripped it off my feet. Finn came back up quickly and licked my other leg until he reached my labia again and then gently pressed his tongue between them.
Sweet Jesus, he got me!
A shock just like lightning sizzled through my body. I moaned and grasped my dress, because I needed something to squeeze. The thrill was just too much to bear.
Finn grabbed my upper legs and nudged them apart. His tongue circled around my nub and moved up and down my slit until I was soaking wet. Every time a slight whimper escaped my mouth, his movements only grew faster and ferocious, as if he liked seeing me quiver. He grunted when I clutched his arms, my vagina fluttering.
Flicking his tongue up and down my pussy had me crying out in agony. He was toying with my private parts and looked up at me every now and then, smirking, as if he enjoyed torturing me. Moving soft and slow, grazing my nub, he muffled a laugh.
“Oh, Finn, stop teasing me,” I muttered.
“Beg,” he demanded.
“I beg you, Finn, please give me more.”
“As you wish, my
Grace,” he said, laughing. He’d found such a funny nickname for me, but it was absurdly comical and quite like Finn. I loved it.
Then he found the entrance with his tongue and drove it in.
Yes, yes, God yes!
Alternating between kissing my knob and shoving his tongue in and out, made me insane. His hands moved up along my ribs and cupped my breasts. He nudged my flesh out of the bra and then pinched my nipples. I moaned, rising higher to my climax. He suckled on my clit and rubbed my nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs. As he fervently licked my delicate parts, my muscles clamped and I exploded.
I came apart in his mouth. My body quivered, my breasts jiggled under his hands and I arched my back, driving my pussy into his mouth. I knew it was slutty, but I also knew Finn didn’t mind. He seemed to enjoy it, his eyebrows arching up and down, while he continued to flick his tongue along my clit until I wasn’t contorting anymore.
I panted, exhausted from this burst of happiness that emanated from my groin and washed through my body. Meanwhile, Finn stood up and unbuckled his belt.
“I’m gonna shoot a mother lode inside you, if you don’t mind.” He bit his lip. His face was red and wet from my juices. He moved swift, agitated, as if he couldn’t wait.
“Hmm … I hope so,” I said, giggling, while still lying flat on the table.
Then I heard the doorknob squeak.
My eyes widened and I shot up. Finn turned around, cocking his head, then scooted off. I got up with a racing heart and frantically buttoned my dress back together, just in time before Louis, our butler, came in. Finn was standing right behind the door, pants on the floor.
“Everything alright, miss Grace? I heard a strange noise in here,” he said.
I blinked a couple of times. “Uh … yeah, everything’s okay in here.” I walked forward, close to the door, hoping to conceal Finn with my body. Louis stood in the opening.
“Do you need anything?” he said.
“Nope, I’m fine, thanks.” I turned her around and helped him outside.
“Are you sure?” Louis cocked his head around.
“Yes, yes, just leave me to it. I have much work to do. I don’t want to be disturbed any time soon,” I said and pushed him out far enough so I could close the door. “Thanks, bye!”
Louis looked at me, fazed, before I closed it in front of him, locking it straight away.
I huffed and made sure the door was locked by fumbling it around a bit.
In my neck I felt a gentle breeze. I turned my head, only to gaze into magnificent, half-closed, green eyes. Finn had crept up behind me.
His hands took mine and placed them flat on the door, while he planted kisses everywhere around the nape of my neck. He groaned close to my ear. “Who said you could put on your dress again?”
“Finn, you know he came in. I—”
“That doesn’t mean you can just put everything back on again.” I was crushed between him and the door, his body pushed up against mine. He moved his hands along my sides and cupped my breasts between his hands, before unbuttoning my dress, until he reached my navel, then stopped.
“You’re mine, Grace. Mine alone. And I’m going to take you now,” he said, his voice low and possessive.
His fingers slid back across my sternum to my breasts and he flipped them out of their holders with no problem, and then started twisting them around. I opened my mouth, wanting to moan from both pain and pleasure, but he quickly muffled my mouth with one of his hands.
Finn shushed me. “Don’t make a sound, or they’ll find us.”
I nodded and he brought his hand down to my breast again and played with both.
Between my butt I felt the tenting cock rising, stroking my tender parts. I closed my eyes.
“You feel that? It’s all for you, babe. I’m gonna be inside you soon, rock hard and pounding you ‘till you come again, and you’ll love it.”
“God, yes, Finn,” I mumbled. “Take me.”
He grunted and then lifted my dress up over my ass. My naked pussy was exposed again and he pulled back from me.
“Stay put,” he commanded and I eagerly complied. I’d never been with a man who was so dominant and yet so sweet. Most men were cowards as soon as they realized I had money. They always wanted to please me, so they could get their hands on my fortune, but that meant I was the one in charge. I pulled the reins, they did what I told them, just so they could stay in my presence and enjoy what life offered me and my father.
Finn didn’t care for any of that. He didn’t mind if I liked his demands or not. He didn’t do what I asked so he could get some cash, instead, he did everything he wanted just because he liked to do it. He was the boss, especially during sex, and I enjoyed listening to him. It made me feel powerless and just that was ecstasy alone, being able to fully succumb to a person, knowing they only wanted to make love to you, that was hot.
I heard the elastic band from his cotton boxers flip over his member. A second after, a rip was audible and a slight plastic squiggle of the condom being wrapped around his dick and then I knew I was close to getting penetrated again. Finn had loved me three times in a row, every day since we met, and it never disappointed me.
Without even talking, he just thrust his cock inside my pussy. I yelped, but then squeezed my lips together to stop more from coming out. Finn’s shaft was huge and pulsating inside me, probably enjoying the fact that he has me under his spell.
“God you’re so tight when you just came,” he said, groaning, “and so wet.”
He pushed me forward with his ever pounding dick inside me, forcing me to hug the cold, hard door. He moved up and down, but placed his legs down right beside mine, so I couldn’t spread.
“I feel more when you’re tensed up, babe,” he whispered in my ear.
My breath hitched when his fingers pinched my nipples, all while he was driving his cock inside me. Feather like kisses were planted on my shoulder blades and spine. He ravaged me, against the door, like some kind of beast, and I loved it. We could be caught any moment, some gardener could look through the window, or someone could force the door open, but it was only exciting me. We were inches away from the bustling hall behind the door and I knew everyone could hear us hammering against it, but it didn’t matter at the time. All I wanted was to come again, together, with his glory inside me.
Finn thrashed into me, sweat trickling from his pectorals onto my butt and I hissed with every drop. His cock thumped against my aching walls and I felt the heat rising underneath my skin. “I’m going to come again, Finn,” I said, moving with his rhythm.
“Yes, yes, yes!” he growled and advanced even more, until we were only inches away. In a new position, his shaft reached my G-spot easily and then I came again. The orgasm that flooded me made my knees buckle and I whimpered under my own weight. Finn held me up straight against the door, breezing like a wild animal. My pussy convulsed around his member.
His breathing became ragged. “Fuck!” he muttered.
Then a jet of hot liquid spurted up into my pussy, warming me up inside.
He lunged inside me a couple more times, each less powerful than the previous. After a while he stopped and we were both panting. Finn lay down on my back and hugged me tight, breathing air against my naked skin. He stepped back and I felt his flaccid dick flow out of me.
Finn nudged my shoulder and turned me around. After a brief kiss, he removed the used condom and threw it in a trash can, then came back to me. With his fists against the wall, he exhaled loudly, towering over me.
Then a loud banging shook us up. Someone was pounding on the door. I winced and put all my weight into defending this place.
Finn shot across the room, gathering his clothes. “Sorry, Grace. I’d love to stay, but I’d rather not get caught.” He struggled to put on his pants, almost falling over.
“I know,” I said, and I straightened my dress and buttoned it up again. Finn threw over my panties, which I quickly put on. Within seconds he stood
in front of me again, fully dressed, sweat dripping from his forehead. He kissed me passionately.
“I won’t be gone forever. Once the guys are doing arranging everything, I’ll be back to claim you,” he said, and then he jolted to the window. Just before he jumped out, he winked at me one last time and I gave him a kiss through the air.
I just stood there for a moment, sighing and still hung on the lingering pleasure he left behind, while the banging on the door continued to shake me. I hoped he had a solid plan. I wanted him to be the man my father would choose. Finn can make that happen, right?
Chapter 5
“Open this goddamn door, right now!” my father bellowed.
My eyes shifted around the room, looking for evidence of our risqué sex, but the only thing I saw were papers scattered all over the floor. I quickly picked them up and placed them in a neat pile on my desk, then straightened my hair.
After a sigh, I unlocked the door and my father almost fell to the floor, barely holding himself upright by the door handle.
“What the hell are you doing, Grace?”
“Working, father. I was busy, if you couldn’t tell.” In boredom, I looked at my nails, trying to distract my father from the mess on my desk, and my red skin, hoping he wouldn’t notice a thing.
“And you locked the door?”
“Well, if it wasn’t for that douche bag Dexter you invited into our home, the door would be open, but he couldn’t leave me in peace, so I had to lock it.”
My father stepped closer until I could feel his snorts on my face. “Dexter is your future husband. You’ll do as I and as he tell you to do, if you want to remain in my legacy. If he requests your presence then you comply. No buts, no ifs, no nothing. You got that, Grace?” he said, squinting.
I sighed, looking down at the floor to avoid his perpetual gaze. “Yes, father.”
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