Page 117 of Camera Shy

His smile disappears. “Wait a minute. I’m confused. Last time we talked about this, you didn’t ask for sex.”

“What?” I squall. Incorrect. I’m pretty sure I’ve been explicitly clear that Finn’s body is my preferred drug and my favorite kind of high.

His eyes narrow and I clue into what he’s doing right before he says it. “You don’t want to have sex, Avery, you want to get fucked, don’t you?”

Good grief, please, no one save me. Let it end like this.

“Yes.”

“Atta girl.” Finn yanks off his thin white T-shirt with one hand and discards it like a rag. The thing looked fatigued trying to hold in his muscles anyway. The shirt is probably relieved to be a crumpled mess on the floor. Sitting up, Finn presses his back against the headboard as he unbuttons his pants and frees his length. I swear it grows every time I see it. Because every time I see his smooth, hard cock I’m almost certain I can’t handle the size.

He proves me wrong every single time.

“Get on your stomach,” Finn commands as he throws his pants and briefs to join his shirt on the floor.

“Don’t you mean my knees?”

He releases a harsh laugh. “No. I meant what I said. You’re going to need to listen carefully because I don’t like to repeat myself when I’m in this kind of mood.” His low, grumbly tenor turns into a growl. “Knees fatigue. Get comfortable on your belly because you’re going to be down there a while.” When I’m lying flat between his legs, he reaches down and grabs me by the hair, firmly guiding my mouth over his cock. I open my mouth as wide as I can but gag when he puts in more than I was expecting.

Finn pulls away and gives me a moment to breathe.

“I can take it,” I pant out of breath. I open my mouth again, but he stills.

“You sure?”

“Yeah… Go crazy. I want it.” I dab at the involuntary tears underneath my eyes. “I’ll let you know if I can’t handle it. Should we have a safe word?”

Finn rolls his eyes. “The safe word is ‘stop,’ Avery. Just tell me and I’ll listen. This is for you, so the moment you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

I nod eagerly. “Don’t let me give up. I want to swallow you whole.” I open my mouth, flattening my tongue as best as I can, which I’ve learned Finn really enjoys.

“That dirty mouth of yours,” Finn says with a smirk. “Open wider, Queen. Tonight, you’re going to take it all.”

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Finn

I’ve never fucked her like this before.

We’re wild. Animals. The way she’s wrapped around me, I’m damn near close to losing control, so I stop myself before I get too carried away.

“Does it hurt from behind?” I pull out and ask her for the thousandth time. Waiting for her to speak, I run my hands over Avery’s smooth, round, fleshy ass. I have to constantly remind myself not to slip my finger into her other tight little hole. It spooks her. She’s not ready…yet.

Her ass is poked up into the air and her face is buried into the pillow, so when she reluctantly mumbles something, I don’t hear her. I’ve been reminding her for the past twenty minutes to speak up, but apparently, she still hasn’t learned her lesson. So I spank her ass, hard. By now I know not only can she take it, she also loves it.

“Speak up,” I growl, rubbing where I swatted, feeling her hot skin under my palm. She purposely mumbles into the pillow again, baiting me. I smack her other ass cheek and she whimpers before she groans.

“Oh my God. Yes.”

“Yes, it hurts?”

She mumbles something into the pillow again.

“Are you trying to piss me off, Queen?”

Avery lifts her head slightly and looks back at me, flashing me those beautiful misty eyes. Her heavy makeup is smeared. She’s sweating and her hair is crazed. She hasn’t looked put together since she was sucking on my cock so professionally, I ended up spilling my first load right down her throat. But the way we’ve been so rowdy tonight in my studio has kept me hard as steel. Not to mention I love the way she looks. Right now, make no mistake, she still looks like a fucking ten and a half. “Am I pissing you off, Finn?”

“A little.”

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