get out, we’re back to give and take, yeah.”
“If that’s what you want.”
He squeezed her. “Perfect, baby.”
Coco smiled; she didn’t have to worry about the woman-up thing, because he was in control. That she had never contemplated finding in her wildest dreams.
Wow.
So showering Finn’s way was erotically, smolderingly hot. He washed her, from kneeling at her toes, to her hair, with special attention paid to her pussy. Which had gotten her hot a -gain.
Impossible, but she was, and shoot, she’d had years of pent-up passion, so maybe it wasn’t surprising. But Finn had told her that he knew her pussy was needy and she’d have to keep it that way all day now for him, because she wasn’t getting any more.
That made her pout, but he just kissed her pouting lips with water spraying over them, then he did that really deep voice thing he did and ordered her to wash him. Slowly. When she’d finished and was all but panting, he motioned her down onto her knees and he pushed his thick cock down from his belly and toward her mouth.
“Eyes on me, cock between those pretty, full lips, bella.”
Coco’s eyes widened. She’d tried to get Gordon to let her do this, but he wouldn’t, so she never had. Her first thought was that Finn was so big—how could she? But then the really, really hot head was pushed against her lips.
“I never—” she squeaked, her eyes wide.
Finn frowned down at her with the water spraying his back. Coco had never felt the thing she felt seeing that frown, knowing she was disappointing him. It was massive and tight in her chest.
“Never sucked cock?” he asked.
She couldn’t even shake her head; that huge thing in her chest wouldn’t let her.
Then his lips lifted and his eyes beneath his spiky eyelashes lit with a force of arousal she could feel.
“Virgin mouth,” he rumbled.
That huge thing inside her disintegrated. He liked it. Her virgin mouth. Then she knew what to do, kneeling at his feet.
“Teach me,” she whispered.
“Just the head this time, baby. You use your hands on the shaft. We’ll work you into to taking more of it over time, yeah.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled, over the hot head of his cock, once again pressed to her lips.
Then Finn taught her how to suck the head and pump his shaft at the same time, while her pussy throbbed over it. She would later daydream about how big he was and how much he stretched her mouth.
It was smoking hot.
Then when the time came, Finn arched and she could see all of his muscles etched by water tense as his cream jetted over her breasts. His gaze turned down to watch, as she moaned, feeling something moving through her pussy in tiny ripples of pleasure.
Did she climax?
Then, five minutes later, Coco was bent over, drying off when Finn’s voice rumbled behind her. “I know I said we’d be back to give and take after the shower, but damn, woman, you got an ass on you. Stay, ” he ordered sharply.
Coco went statuelike, bent over. Finn had seen her ass in many ways that morning into afternoon.
“You got to think about letting me have it,” he muttered. Coco looked over her shoulder at him; his eyes were all over her bottom—a bottom, she might add, that Gordon thought was too large. “I won’t demand that of you, bella, but you gotta think about giving it to me, yeah.”
If only he knew the quivers of arousal rushing through her. That was in her fantasies, fantasies she had yet to share with anyone. She licked her lips slowly, and Finn watched her do every inch of it while bent over for him.
“’Kay, Deek,” she whispered.
He moved up to her with his big hand cupping one cheek of her behind. “What I won’t compromise on is spanking your beautiful bare ass.”
Her eyes widened. He rubbed. Then he smiled quite arrogantly. “You’re going to like it.” He grabbed her waist and lifted her upright. “It’ll make you wet.”
She shook her head. “It will,” he promised, running his fingers lightly