Doing It Wild (Erotic Romance) Book 1

by Wild, Clarissa

  Finn leaned away, taking a step backward then pulled away from me. “Don’t do this, Grace.”

  “Why not? You clearly want it as bad as me,” I said, but Finn gripped my arms and tugged them off his shoulders.

  “Because I’m not boyfriend material, alright? This here,” he spread his legs and pointed at his bulge, “is only in for sex. Nothing else. You’re too sweet, Grace, but I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

  “Oh, so you’re too good for me now? Is that it?” I balled my fists.

  “What gives you that idea? I never said that.”

  “Not boyfriend material? You’re basically saying that you’d only want me for the sex and that’s it. Nothing more.”

  “No, that’s not what I meant, Grace. I mean … I’m not good for you.” Finn sighed, his voice crackling, his gaze drifting off to the floor.

  “What? Why would you say that? You’re more than good enough for me.” I grabbed his hand.

  “Stop it. Just stop it, alright! No, I’m not good enough. Not even remotely.” Finn pulled his hand away from mine.

  “Why? Just because you can’t read? Or because you work at a construction site? I don’t care about that. I like you. That’s all that matters. It’s not like I’m all that either. I know I have a rich father, but if he dies I get nothing. Not a dime. Not until …” I stammered, not wanting to say the words. Until I’m married.

  “Shit, no, you don’t know half of what you’re getting yourself into,” he said, completely oblivious to the fact that I didn’t finish talking. Phew.

  “Then tell me, what don’t I know? Why should I stay away? Because you’d better give me a damn good reason.” I said, putting my finger to his chest.

  He stepped forward, the sudden aggressiveness in his eyes a total shock. I’d not seen this side of him before, but he was on the verge of spilling it and I wasn’t about to give up. Finn placed his hands on the wall beside me, locking me inside.

  “Fine. Here’s the deal. I’m a criminal. An ex-convict. I was in prison, for seven years.”

  I stared into his eyes, at his long, fluttering eyelashes, taking in every detail of what he just said. I should’ve been afraid, scared for my life, but I wasn’t. He didn’t look dangerous or scary, unlike those criminals I’d seen on television. Something must’ve happened in his life that screwed his chances, forcing him to take the wrong course. But actually being bad? No, he doesn’t feel like that to me. I know I can trust him.

  This moment in time felt like it lasted an eternity. We were both silent, motionless and breathing loud. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, the sensation created a burning desire deep inside.

  “Do you want to leave?” he asked. “We can forget all this happened. Pretend it never existed.”

  “No,” I said, the word came out before I realized it.

  He sighed. “Grace … I’m dangerous. You’re too nice to hang around with a schmuck like me.”

  “You’re not a schmuck. Don’t call yourself that. You’re the one who’s been nice, helping me.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re so naïve, Grace. And funny. That’s why I like you.”

  We both smiled.

  “So, you’re not at all troubled by this?” Finn said, his hand now gently gripping my shoulder.

  “Whatever the reason, why you were in jail I mean, it’s all in the past. You’re you now, and I like you the way you are right this moment.”

  He took his hand off my shoulder, placed it up higher on the wall and looked down upon me. “I’m glad you feel that way.” He bit his lip. “You’ve got one last chance, Grace, to get out of here. You can still go if you want, but if you don’t I’m not going to hold back any more.”

  I stayed still.

  “You’re way too good to pass on, but I have to warn you, I’ll devour you,” he said.

  I licked my lip. “I’m waiting for it.”

  Within a second his lips were on mine. This time he was eager to kiss me, his lips were moist and rough. Like a wild animal he sucked in my bottom lip and nibbled on it while his hand slid across my arm. I swung my hands around his neck and Finn’s other hand wrapped around my body that was still covered with just one towel. With his tongue he forced my mouth open and circled around inside. He was licking my lip and I let out a moan when he looked me in the eye while doing it. He was a hunter, catching his prey.

  Pressing himself onto me, I felt the bulge in his jeans poke in my belly. It turned me on so much and I wanted to see him naked, to touch his erection. But he was way too close, not letting me move an inch. My core heated up quicker than ever.

  His calloused fingers slid under my towel and caressed me, moving their way up my side. I held in my breath as he drifted higher and higher. Then the towel draped off me and fell to the ground.

  He pulled back, looked at me with big eyes and said, “wow, you look amazing, babe.” I didn’t have time to respond, because he was already gorging on my lips again. In the heat of the moment, I slipped my fingers under his shirt and tugged it up. He got the picture and ripped it over his head in no time.

  I looked at his amazing body, the dewy, wet pectorals with rock-hard nipples, down at his six pack and the v-line peeking from underneath his jeans. Oh, I can’t wait to see more. I want to shred his jeans and take him.

  My fingers drifted over his cut muscles, each bump getting me more excited. I bit my lip and hissed when I reached the edge of his pants. Then Finn moved in for the kill again. His hand cupped around my breast and I let out a tiny squeal when his tough thumb skid across my nipple.

  “You like that?”

  I let out a complying sound and closed my eyes when Finn trailed his way from my lips to my neck, kissing me rabidly. My legs quivered under his touch, fluid building up between my inner parts. He kissed my sternum, glided down to my left nipple and sucked on it.

  “Your nipples should be hard for me,” Finn said and his tongue flicked over one of my areolas while pinched the other between his index finger and thumb. An animal-like growl escaped his mouth when he squeezed my breasts, urging the tips forward, meeting his lips. Then he nibbled on it.

  I withheld a cry; the flash of pain aroused me.

  “I told you I wasn’t nice,” he said with a sly smile on his face. I grinned. Finn traced my sternum with his finger, and then planted kisses in between, all the way down to my bellybutton. He bent down to his knees. His face was hovering right in front of my sex.

  “What are you doing?” I said, my voice hoarse as he kissed my legs.

  “Admiring the view.” Finn chuckled. He planted harsh, half licking, kisses on my legs, moving up and down, across my vulva and then to the other leg, avoiding my pussy.

  “Oh, Finn, you’re such a tease,” I said, licking my lip.

  “I just like to hear you scream.” His tongue traced a path, down to my labia, and stopped right before my clit. Moaning, I set my feet further apart.

  He grunted. “I like it when ladies spread their legs for me. I get such a hard-on from it. Makes me want to eat you up.”

  “Yes, please,” I muttered. His lip brushed over the sensitive skin. My breath hitched. Then he pushed his tongue on my clit and I let out a cry.

  Oh my God this is so good!

  His tongue was rough and wild. He groaned and chuckled at the same time, while flicking his tongue up and down. I clenched the walls, barely able to keep standing. With a gentle push, he forced my legs wider, creating enough room for his head to dive between them. He sucked on my clit, making me quiver and licked a few times in between.

  “Oh, you taste so damn good,” he said, moaning, then put his entire mouth on my pussy and sucked heavily.

  My breathing quickened as he continued to lick, his stubbly beard grazing my legs, the slight ache was a turn-on.

  “You make me so wet,” I said, feeling the liquid stream down my legs.

  “Hmm, I can feel it on the outside, but I want to know what it’s like inside,” Finn
said.

  Then, without warning, he thrust a finger inside me.

  I yelped and my mouth dropped wide open when I felt him explore the walls of my vagina. He pushed and delved, finding my G-spot, tickling it with his index finger. After a while, he plunged another finger inside, creating a feeling of fullness in me. In rhythm, he hooked his fingers, stroking my sensitive spot, all while licking my clitoris. It was too much.

  “Finn, I’m going to come,” I said.

  “Good,” he muttered in my pussy, while kissing and stroking it.

  I grasped for his head, clasping his hair between my fingers and cramping up. Out of pure pleasure, I pushed his head closer to my pussy. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t stop myself.

  He muffled a groan. “That’s sexy. I like it when girls are needy.”

  And with that, he thrust his fingers inside me once again, pushing me over the edge. I moaned and hissed, clutching his hair. Then waves of pure ecstasy washed over me, while Finn continued to suck on my clit. I came so hard, my body buckled under my own weight. As the amazing orgasm subsided, Finn pulled his fingers out of me, leaving a hollow feeling inside, and took me in his embrace.

  “Damn, that was hot,” he said, chortling. I felt the bulge in his jeans against my hip, pushing even harder than before.

  I inhaled ragged breaths as Finn kissed me on my lips. “See, you taste nice, don’t you think?” I nodded and then started tugging on his belt buckle. He laughed when I fumbled to unzip his pants. Once it came loose, I ripped it open and pulled his jeans down, exposing his huge bulge, thumping up and down in his boxers.

  “Jesus,” I mumbled.

  “Yes, that’s all for you, babe,” Finn said, as I hooked my fingers underneath the rim. With a big jerk, I tugged the elastic rimmed cotton down, and looked in awe at his massive cock. I gaped at it, while it bobbed up and down, veins throbbing.

  “Where do you keep the condoms?” I asked, coming back up. Finn leaned backward, turned around a bit and took something off the sink counter behind him. A packet of magnums were in his hand.

  “I always keep some scattered around the house,” he said, with a smug face.

  “Do it often?” I asked.

  “Not with a lot of girls, but when I do one, it’s frequent.” A sly smile appeared on his face.

  He ripped a packet open and took out the condom, rolling it over his stiff shaft. When he was finally done, I couldn’t wait any longer and jumped him. Finn laughed and cupped my ass as he pushed me up against the cold, hard wall, his prick grazing my labia.

  “Oh, Finn, I want you inside me, now.”

  He chuckled. “Oh, yeah, I’m going to take you now and it’ll hurt.”

  His cock thrust inside me, filling me up once more, but this time even wider. I squealed, taking in his massive shaft, as he drove in and out. He groaned, sweat dripping down his face, as we were locked together. Entangled in a furious love battle.

  “Finn, you’re huge!” I cried, as he charged forward, buckling his hips, so he could get further inside.

  I was resting on top of his legs, my feet crossed behind his back. I moved with the rhythm of his lunges, getting his dick even further inside me until it ached. My boobs flung up and down from the thrashing going on in my pussy.

  “God, Grace, you’re so tight and wet,” he muttered, slamming into me with each word. “This isn’t going to take long.”

  With the jams, he scraped along my G-spot, urging my senses. I felt the need to come again, my pussy clamping around his manly hood. Especially when Finn dug his fingers deep into my butt.

  In between the thrusts, he sucked on my bottom lip, biting it softly. I moaned, my fingers laced between his dark brown hair, while I stared into his eyes. This moment of pure lust, sensational sex, was so intimate and vivid, I wanted to remember this for the rest of my life.

  Finn shoved his cock with increasing speed inside me, the latex heating my insides. “I’m going to cum inside you, Grace,” he said.

  “Yes, yes!” I screamed, not far from another orgasm myself.

  He jammed his cock inside me hard and then my muscles contracted, releasing my body once again. My breath hitched and my labia felt sore, as my pussy convulsed around his thick shaft.

  “You’re milking me!” Finn muttered. He groaned so loud it almost seemed like he was in pain. His body arched, his face winced, and I felt his shaft pulsate. Shuddering, he shot forward, his seed warming my pussy. I moaned, feeling the hot cum inside the latex. We both came together.

  Our bodies moved up and down, shaking all over and I let my legs slide down against the wall. Finn released me from his grip, trembling from top to bottom, as I slipped down to the floor and just sat there, heaving sighs.

  “That was just amazing.”

  He muffled a laugh and took off the condom, then threw it in a bin. He sank to his feet, sitting down across from me. We just sat there, panting, looking at each other, probably blown away from the astounding sex we just had.

  His legs around me, my legs in between his. I could almost tickle his balls with my toes. I giggled from the thought. And I giggled because I was happy. For the first time in my life, I felt wanted, not because of my money, but because of me.

  Chapter 5

  Finn put on his boxers and I pulled on a skimpy night gown. It was strange that we would be sleeping in the same bed soon, even though I didn’t know if he wanted me longer than just one night or not. If I could stay or not. I wanted Finn to be more than just a hot encounter.

  “Well that was fun,” he said, picking up his stuff and throwing it into the laundry.

  “Only fun? Nothing more?” I asked, uncertain how this would end. I was attracted to Finn the moment I set my eyes on him, but I never imagined I’d start to feel more for him. The way he spoke of our hot sex just now as only ‘fun’ made my insides churn and my stomach squeezed together. Somehow, I wanted more from him than just sex. Somewhere along the line, feelings started to jump in, messing with my mind.

  He looked up at me with arched eyebrows and a concerned look in his eyes. “Well, I didn’t really expect you to want anything else from me. After all, I’m an ex-convict, can’t read and have a mediocre job. I’m not the type of guy for you, Grace. You’re sweet, sexy and rich and I can’t offer you what you deserve.”

  His words made my insides melt. All I wanted was to be with him. But how could I? My father wouldn’t allow it, ever. He wanted me to marry a rich guy and he was definitely never giving up on me that was for sure. He would find me within no time, it was just a matter of days, and then he would take me home again and lock me up. Only God knew what he would do to Finn.

  Still, I decided I wouldn’t give up. I’d set my mind on him. This is what I wanted and needed. Even if he was a delinquent, I could see past this. Finn, with all his problems and shortcomings, was more than enough for me and more than all those lame guys that my father picked out could offer. Finn meant freedom. However short it would last.

  I threw myself into his arms. “I want to stay with you. I don’t care about your past or what you can’t do. I know what you can do. That’s all that matters,” I said, kissing him fiercely on the lips.

  I didn’t know what the future held in store for me. Finn could be taken away from me any moment, but I’d rather be with him for as long as it lasted than not to have tried at all. That choice was mine. This was freedom.

  He smiled a gentle smile. “You’re more than I ever dreamed of,” he said, pulling me into his embrace and nuzzling me. “You can stay for as long as you like.”

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  THE END OF

  DOING IT WILD

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