Page 196 of Lost Lyrebird
He withdraws and manhandles me, flips me like it’s nothing.He lays me over the end of the couch, spreads my thighs with his, and rams back inside me.
“Fuck, Finn.”
“Like this, baby?Is this how you want it?”he asks.
“Fuck, yes.”
“Any way you want it.That’s what I’ll give you.As filthy or as sweet as you need it.”
He slaps my ass.Once.Twice.And a third time.His thrust roughly into me, over and over again.I plant my hands on the couch to keep upright.He grabs my shoulder and forces me onto his cock.
He slams home again and again.“So fuckin’ good, baby.How the fuck I could… forget… this… is beyond me.Because, fuck.This… this is what Heaven’s like, baby.”
He withdraws and rams back into me, nailing my cervix and causing an explosion of air to escape my lungs.My breath hitches now with each drive forward.
But it’s the moment he sinks his teeth into my shoulder that does it.They dig in deep, and it’s the pain, mixed with the pleasure, that sends me over the edge and fucking destroys me.I cry out my release as I fucking fly.My pussy begins to pulse around him.Reality leaves me, and the rising waves of pleasure rip me apart.
“Yeah, that’s it, let me feel it.Like a fuckin’ vice around me, Lil’.”
Finn pounds into me like an untamed beast, grunting and groaning as the pleasure also becomes too much for him, all the while prolonging the agony and the bliss of my orgasm.
“Fuck.Oh, Fuck.That’s it.Keep comin’ for me, baby.Grippin’ my cock so damn good.”
I’m drifting through the aftershocks when his fingers sink deeply into my shoulder and hip, and his body goes rigid.“Fuccckkk.Jesus Christ.”I feel his seed pump into me, accompanied by his deep groan that is so very loud in this small office.“God fuckin’ damn.”His pleasure is so primal that gravel coats each word.
Then his chest connects with my back as he lays his sated body over mine.His breaths sync with mine.His hand lay on top of mine, and he weaves our fingers together.We both suck in air, pulling in as much of it into our lungs as we can with quick, unsteady breaths.
“You wreck me, baby, but I love it.Swear to fuck it’s like being reborn cumming inside you.”
Then he’s kissing me.My shoulder, my neck, under my hairline.His lips trail up my spine, which fucking tickles.I swat at him and tell him to knock that shit off, but he only laughs and holds me down so he can continue his sweet torture.
Once he has his strength back, he’s back on his knees, spreading my legs open.
“Gonna clean you up, baby.Clean up the mess I made of this pretty pussy.”
His tongue trails down my crack, causing my body to jackknife.“Jesus, Finn!”His name falls like a desperate prayer from my lips.
His hands take a firm grip of my hips so I can’t shy away from him.“Hold still.I’m not done.”He slaps my ass and chuckles darkly.He then proceeds to clean me up with his mouth.I’m so sensitive that my body jerks.I whimper and moan because once again I’m at his mercy.
When he’s finished the job and abused my ass with his rough handling, he relents and stands.He picks me up and carries me the short distance to the far side of the couch, laying me down.Before I can blink, his solid body is stretched over mine, and his mouth takes mine.The kiss is hot and deep—musk and sweet honey—it’s us, combined, desperate and whole.Eventually, the intensity shifts, the kiss softening into something slower, something achingly tender.I bring my hand to his face, rubbing my palm against his stubble and goatee, letting the sensation ground me.I pour every ounce of the love I feel for him into it, letting it bleed from my lips into his.
The moment is filled with the kind of love that only comes from years of history.It’s so intimate, so overflowing with affection, that tears well in my eyes.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but sometime later, after he switches places with me and holds me in his arms, I say, “That was…” I shake my head, words failing me.
“What?”he asks, grinning down at me like the bastard he is—because he already knows.It was the best sex of my life.
“Just absolutely insane.”
“Insanely good, you mean.”
I give him a blissed-out, lazy smile and nod.“Yes.So insanely good.”
“So I haven’t lost my touch?”
I laugh.“Nope.Not even a little bit.You still got it, old man.”
He smirks, takes my hand, and kisses each of my fingers, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing them.And all I can think is:Fuck this man.Fuck this man who can steal my heart with such ease, who makes me feel like his whole world with nothing more than a look.Who owns my body and my goddamn soul.I’m done for.Completely in love.So in love, I can’t even see straight.
