would not budge. Instead, he grabbed her wrists and piled them into one hand above her head as he leaned on one hip and looked down her nude body, which was uncontrollably undulating with heat. She couldn’t stop her body, it just wanted him that badly, and his gaze smoldered over her curves.
“Want you five ways,” he muttered, with his voice so deep it shuddered between her thighs. “You’re going to like it, bella. But you’re going to do it my way.”
“Deek, show me, please,” she pleaded, bouncing her big bare breasts at him. “Show me.”
He growled deep in his chest, thrilling and hot. He was readying—
Oh my Lord ... five ways?
The first time Finn entered her, she was holding the thick heat of his hard cock. He insisted she guide it inside her and demanded she look at him while doing it. He’d gotten her so wet with his fingers that everything was slick, and she kept wondering if she’d missed something about sex being bossy ... but then she didn’t care.
She was a grown woman who’d never had passion in her life.
She needed to be taught.
Thank the Lord he wanted to teach her.
“Slow, bella. You take that cock slow,” he growled.
She whimpered as he impossibly held her over him, straddling his hips, facing him while they both sat. She had to feel for the connection, because he’d demanded her eyes.
“Sugar,” she moaned, feeling the searing-hot head move into her as her hand slipped lower on his huge shaft.
His irises burned with lust, scorching hers, and she could see their hot, snug connection on his hard-angled face. Every push, every tightness that was loosened just enough, every slickness heating to allow entry she could see.
Then, without warning, he thrust into her fully.
She cried out, her head falling back, her hand losing his shaft, and her breasts lifting and falling with the strike. Nothing in her life had prepared her for such a big cock entering her so fully, while she faced a man like that. But she forced herself to woman up. She grabbed his muscle-packed shoulders and she started bouncing.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growled, and his hips lifted as they started a fantastic rhythm.
Hours later, Finn ground between the cheeks of Coco’s lush ass. He’d put pillows under her hips and he was lying over her, going slow, deep, and full. He just made her climax minutes before up on her knees with her ass tilted up in the air and him licking her from behind.
So this slow fucking pussy grind was all for him. Each deep drive plumped her luscious ass up on his hips, and he thought through the pleasure spasm in his brain that it was his favorite position yet.
“Oh Lord yes, Deek. Sugar, fuck me deep. Cock me.”
Her ass moved up and she rolled her hips, making him groan. Exquisite Miss Coco Maxwell had an increasingly dirty mouth on her, and he just encouraged it.
“Tell me more, baby. Tell me how you want it.”
He rose up, locking his arms so he could fuck her a little faster.
“Your cock’s so big,” she gasped. “Lord help me, I want it deep, sugar. Fuck me harder.”
Then she crazy-moaned through a few solid thrusts he gave her as he watched her ass cheeks bounce against him and he saw his cock sinking, coming back, and sinking again.
Fuck.
His head pointed to the ceiling with the tendons in his neck snapping, and the burn started deep.
“Harder, Deek. Fuck me harder, sugar.”
“Fuck,” he roared, with pleasure blinding him, making him shudder, and slam home to hold.
He growled through it as it rolled over him, and he filled his hot-blooded woman with his come. He shook his head with sweat spraying as he looked at the lusciousness sprawled out beneath him.
“Oh Lord, yes, baby,” she whispered. “Lord, yes.”
Yeah, his mind thundered. Then he unlocked his body and pulled out of her. He fell onto his side, while he grabbed her to pull her on top of him. Her ass was to his limp cock, her back damp across his chest, while her head rested against