Page 27 of Love Harvested on Thanksgiving
“Beg.” One word. One simple command.
“P—please… please…” I beg, voice trembling.
“Please, what?”
“Please, make me cum… please,” I plead again, every part of me aching for him—desperate.
He smiles, and that alone almost sends me over the edge.
His hand glides from my chin down past my collarbone to my breast, he rolls my hard nipple between his thumb and finger before standing up. “You’ve got some pretty tits, you know that?”
I bite my lip, nodding with a smile I can’t hide.
His pants fall to the floor, the belt buckle clinking softly against the tile—and my jaw drops right along with them.
“Finley!” I gasp, my eyes wide.
He shrugs his shoulders with a smirk as he drops to his knees, spreading my legs wide. Gripping his thick cock from the base, he rubs the tip over my pulsing clit, sending tremors through me.
“I’ve been thinking about this tight cunt for a long time—to the point of madness. Even when I thought I hated you, I still would have crawled across nails for a chance to fuck you.”
He leans down, one hand planted beside my head to support his weight, the other gripping my jaw—forcing my gaze to meet his.
“It would make me angry, you know. Constantly thinking about this pussy wrapped around my cock. I couldn’t understand why.” He says, still gripping my chin, eyes still locked on mine.
“I even see you in my sleep, begging me to pound your sweet cunt until you can’t walk. I wake up promising myself I’llmake you pay. Make you pay for making me so desperate for your holes.”
His forehead now rests against mine, his breath hot on my face. “And princess, I never break my promises. Now bend over and give me that pussy.”
My cheeks flush, my pussy tightening in anticipation—begging to be filled.
I obey, quickly rolling over.
Before I can even start moving, his hands grip my hips, and he lifts me up onto my knees.
He rubs the head of his engorged cock over my entrance, spreading the wetness before he slams into me.
A loud shriek tears from my throat, and I bite my lip until the pain eases. I focus on my breathing as he slowly pulls out and rams himself back into me, filling every inch.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he says through clenched teeth.
He clutches my hips as he moves faster, harder, and I have to clamp my teeth down on the sleeping bag to keep from screaming.
He slides one hand down the front of me until he finds my throbbing clit. His calloused fingers slip over it in fast strokes, sending electric waves through my body.
Harder. Faster.
“Fuck,” I cry out, voice trembling.
His other hand grips my hair, tugging my head back. “You love being filled and stretched like a little slut, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I rasp between heavy breaths, pleasure consuming me.
“Show me how much you love it, cum on this dick,” he grits.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, the wave pulling me under.
It’s overwhelming, consuming, and I nearly collapse. It takes effort to stay positioned while Finley unleashes on me.
