Page 64 of Camera Shy

“Maybe I just snap back.” I’m surprised my wits are still about me. My brain was wiped clean when I saw the mammoth proportions he’s packing. I don’t see his dick as fun at the moment…only terrifying. It’s not the length I’m worried about most. Although that’ll be worrisome in time. For now, it’s the girth. Why does that look like a penis and a half?

Finn scoffs. “You’re not going to snap back from this, baby. You’re going to wear my cock like a glove and no man will compare for the rest of your life.”

Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m worried about.

“Hold your knees,” he demands.

I plead with him first. “Finn, in all seriousness, go slow. I feel like I need an epidural to take you. I…just… Please don’t get carried away and hurt me.”

His brooding, bossy demeanor instantly deflates. “Oh hey now,” he murmurs as his eyes soften. “Come on, I would never.” He leans forward and caresses my shoulders, then proceeds to massage them for a brief moment. “Relax, Avery. I got you. I’ve had a big cock my entire adult life. I know how to do this.” He touches his lips against mine. “You’re going to love it,” he says, his breath warming my lips. “I’ll stop if you don’t.”

“Okay.” I grab my knees, pulling my legs out of his way. He wets the tip of his thumb and rubs little circles around my clit. Instantly, I’m at ease. The warm flood of pleasure seeps through my bones and just as he says, I relax. He enters so slow, so smooth, that the pressure is nothing but welcome. I feel myself adjust with ease as he continues to stimulate my most sensitive area, so much in fact that when Finn is finally as deep as he can go, my eyes roll into the back of my head as my orgasm crescendos. I cry out so loud, I startle myself, throwing my hand over my mouth as I explode on his dick.

“There it is. Scream for me, baby,” Finn groans as he abandons my little button and squeezes the insides of my thighs. He doesn’t move, just closes his eyes and enjoys the electric waves of my release. “You’re so damn tight, I can feel when you’re coming.”

I’m immediately wiped, ready to tuck under the covers and sleep this exhausting, senseless sensation off, but Finn’s just getting started.

“Are you comfortable? It doesn’t hurt?”

“Not at all.” I’m pushed almost past my limits, but it isn’t painful. I just feel full, like he’s touching every part of me that’s been neglected for so long.

“Good.” He rips out of me and sits back on the couch. “Climb on top. I want to get deeper.”

Fuck. This I don’t like. I blink at him, trying to think of an excuse.

“Now,” he adds sternly, returning to his prior assertive attitude.

I’m awkward as I straddle his lap, trying to widen my legs so all my weight is on my knees. There’s half an inch between his thighs and mine, and I try desperately to suspend myself in midair.

“What the hell are you doing? Have you never been on top before?” Finn asks, trying to figure out why I’m tense and grimacing like I’m in the middle of a workout as I try to hover over him without letting him feel my full weight. I decide to be honest. That’s what we’re doing here. Finn is my safe space, and even if this is embarrassing, it’s not forever…

“I’m not exactly a size two, Finn. I’m trying not to put my weight on you. I don’t want to squish you.”

He groans in frustration as he positions himself at my entrance and then pushes out my knees on either side, throwing me off balance. I literally fall onto his dick, wincing as he fills me to the brim. Grabbing my ass, he pulls me tighter into his lap, my thighs melded with his, our hips interlocked.

“Stop it,” he whispers in my ear, then lets out a low moan of satisfaction. “Put your weight on me,” he growls. “I fucking love how it feels. If you want to enjoy your sex life, you have to stop apologizing for your body. It’s beautiful. Exactly what I like. Your ex couldn’t handle it, so he didn’t deserve it.”

It’s like he’s a pussy whisperer. Every time he talks to me like that, confidence emerges from a place deep inside me that I’m still unfamiliar with. He coaxes her out. He makes me feel brave, wild, and beautiful. So I grind on him. I kiss and nip at his neck while he praises me for riding his cock. His appreciative groans drive me to unhinge and I forget about being self-conscious. I forget that he outmatches me in appearance. I completely forget that this whole arrangement is bizarre. I ride him like a savage, taking his dick like it was made for me. All that’s going through my head is how much I want to see what he looks like when he comes.

“Oh, baby, good girl. What do you need lessons for, hm? You ride cock perfectly.”

My eyes are closed, but I smile as he gently wraps his large hand around my throat.

“Go ahead,” I mumble between raspy breaths. “I’m curious.” Finn can choke me. Finn can do anything he wants to me. I’ll love it. It’s dangerous how much power he has over me right now.

“Not tonight, Avery. I’m too close.” To my utter shock, he scoops me up, his forearms tucked under my thighs as he stands, lifting me in the air.

“What’re you doing?” I squawk in alarm, but I don’t wriggle down like I want to, for fear of toppling him. Sitting on top of him was a concern. Him carrying me like this is mortifying. What if he breaks his back?

But Finn doesn’t even hesitate. He carries me across the living room with ease, still nestled into my sopping crease, and presses my back against the aquarium tank. The cool glass shocks every inch of my skin.

“Ah! Wait, Finn, we’re not supposed to touch the glass.”

“Ask me if I care right now,” he growls in my ear as he thrusts into me, hard.

“But the fish—”

“They’ll live,” he mutters as he presses me firmly against the tank, pinning me with his body so his right hand is free to elevate one of my knees. He sucks in his lips as he scours my chest, then leans back slightly as he dips his head so he can see where he’s entered me. It dawns on me why he put me against the aquarium. It’s the glow of the tank. Finn’s visual. He wants to see it. Fucking me isn’t enough. His eyes are hungry too.

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