Page 116 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

His hands grip my hips as he shoves his cock into me again, and continues fucking me.

My tits are bouncing so hard and fast. My pussy is warm, wet, and aching for each and every thrust.

Finley reaches forward, grabs a fistful of my hair, and bends me back toward him.

And then it happens.

I let out the moan I’ve been struggling so desperately to hold onto. To let him think that I wanted this was something that I hadn’t planned on doing.

“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear with a soft chuckle. “That’s exactly what I wanted since I first laid eyes on you. For you to moan like the whore I knew I could turn you into.”

Pushing me roughly away from him, he raises a foot on the couch tosteadyhimself, then fucks me harder, rougher, and faster until I feel a warm rush spill out of his cock and deep into me.

“Good, God,” he breathes as he lets my hips go and pulls out of me.

Finley drops onto the couch next to where I’m still prostrated and reaches over to give my ass a firm slap.

He glances down at his dick and nudges me gently with his elbow. “Look. I finally got baptized,” he mocks as he shakes his slightly blood-stained, fluid covered cock at me.

I turn my face away from him, hoping that he isn’t able to catch onto the feelings of confusion that are flowing through me.

I’ve always wanted to hate Finley Bradshaw for being such a disobedient, little son of a bitch, but … now, I don’t know what I feel.

“Hey, so make sure that Ava is taking care of that tattoo. And send her back in, in a couple of weeks, I wanna take a pic of it for my portfolio.”

He gets to his feet as I finally manage to get to mine, looks me up and down for a moment, then smirks.

Leaning over, he kisses me deeply and hungrily, almost causing me to lose my footing, then shakes his head.

“You know where the door is,Aunty. See you around sometime.”

Epilogue

FINLEY

“Good afternoon wonderful body modification artists,” I ring out cheerfully as I walk into the shop a few weeks later.

Rya shakes her head as I stop by the front desk and grin at her. “What?”

“I still can’t believe you. You’re impossible, little brother,” she remarks as she chuckles.

“Always have been,” I confirm as I ruffle her hair with a grin. “What’s on the roster for today?”

“I’m not your personal secretary; check your appointment book yourself,” Rya replies breezily as she jerks her head toward down the hall.

“You really need to get laid,” I say, shaking my head at her attitude.

“Oh? Know of any priests that are looking for a good time?” she asks me pointedly.

A sheepish grin forms on my lips as I slide my hands into my pockets. “No, but I can ask around if you really want me to.”

Rya gives me a playful shove off her desk, and I laugh as I shake my head and start to make my way down toward my room, but suddenly stop in my tracks and head back toward the reception area.

“Hey,” I say, leaning around the side of the wall. Rya glances up at me and waits.

“You never did tell me why you gave her my address.”

My sister grins at me before she shrugs, “Best way to teach you a lesson. You have to learn to clean up your own messes when you make, them Fin.”

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