Finn's Shot (Eden's Odyssey Book 1) Read Free

know.” He studies my expression, waiting for my
response.  
    “All the way, Finn. All the
way,” I breathe out, so turned on at this point, I could spontaneously combust.
On the last word, I press my chest to his, my cool skin enjoying the heat from
his.
    Without warning, this slow
building fire bursts into an inferno and I can sense the change as his switch
flips. He slides down off the couch and pulls my skirt and panties off, spreading
my thighs wide open for him.
    “Bare. So fucking sexy. Holy
shit.” He growls out the words like a feral beast.
    His roughened fingertips part
my soft flesh, and I feel the moisture that’s been building inside me slide
down past the crack of my ass. Then his tongue takes a soft swipe at me, and I
arch up begging for more contact, more pressure, more of everything. He wraps
his arms around my thighs and pins them down while he plants his close cut
bearded face against my folds and strokes me with firm tempered strokes. Just
as I’m about to release the coiled tension in my muscles, he changes his rhythm
enough that I can’t quite get off, so I whimper in frustration.
    My hips undulate against the
assault and I beg, “Please, Finn. Don’t make me wait anymore. Please.”
    “I love a lady that begs.” Is
his muffled response.
    I’d probably be mad if my mind
wasn’t consumed with raw lust as my body quivers with unused orgasm.
    “Oh God, Finn. Please.
Please. Please!” I cry out.
    He slides two of his fingers
inside my soaked channel and bends them just right, hitting the magic spot
inside, and then concentrates his talented tongue on my pleasure bud, working it
with the perfect amount of pressure. When I reach my peak, I gasp and scream
out, thanking God and the saints for such an amazing release.
    Smiling that smug male
I-just-worked-you-over-good kind of smile, he gives my nipple a playful tweak
as I squeak out a protest. I grab him by his hair again and pull him up to me.
    “Pants off now,” I pant. I
may have just had the most explosive orgasm that ever was but I’m still so
turned on by him I can’t see straight.
    He complies, dropping his
pants to the floor, and he’s left standing in his boxer briefs with a bulge the
size of Texas pushing against the fabric as the swollen crown juts out above
the waistline. I say a silent thank you for the creator of this man. Physical
perfection.  
    I graze my pointer finger
across the weeping hole of his cock and slide my finger into my mouth, sucking the
salty drops off. His chest expands with a deep breath, and he tucks his fingers
in the waistband of his briefs and shoves them to the floor. His enormous shaft
bounces proudly in front of him, giving me a glimpse of paradise I’m about to
experience. I lower to the floor and shuffle forward on my knees across the
coarse carpet to where I’m close enough to grip the rock hard heat in my hand and
give it a few hard strokes. His head drops forward, and his eyes close as he
stands like a statue, with his legs apart, the rest of his body motionless.
    I swirl my tongue around the
blunt head and apply more pressure as I reach the more sensitive underside. My
eyes never leave his face as I catalog his every reaction. My mouth closes over
the bulbous head, and I bob up and down until he’s as deep as my throat will
allow. My hand grips the root of his cock, and I work it in tandem with my head
bobs, sucking hard as I pull back. My other hand runs light fingernails up his
muscled thigh until it reaches his heavy sack, which I palm and massage as I
suck his cock. His groans echo through the room, and I can feel the tender
flesh draw tight to his body, alerting me he’s about to come. Instead of
pulling away, I suck him until his hot seed coats the back of my throat. I
release his testicles and massage his thighs as I drain him of every drop. When
I’m finished, he lifts me under my arms and sinks back on the couch, and we’re
back the way we started.
    He pushes the hair behind