Blurred Lines (Unlocked Desire)

“I don’t ask, baby. I take. You have no choice because your answer will be yes.”

“You’re crazy.”

Finn kisses the tip of my nose as the head of his cock brushes against my clit before he thrusts into me. “Crazy for you, baby. Only for you.”

Epilogue- Five years Later

FINN

You’d think I’d tire of fuckin’ my wife every day for the last five years, but that’s impossible. So when I walk into the kitchen and my girl is sipping her coffee completely naked in all her curvy glory, I go feral.

I’ll never get tired of Anissa. I can’t pinpoint what separates her from other women. All I know is she’s the only one that’s ever been able to touch my soul. No one has been able to own me like her, but this woman makes me a simp.

I walk up to her, place my hand under her stomach and grab onto her flesh. She used to hate it when I did this. All her insecurities popped out, but when she realized that every single pound on her beautiful body made my cock hard, she relented. Now it turns her on just as much as me when I touch those places on her body.

“You didn’t get enough last night?”

“I’ll never get enough of you, beautiful.” I take her cup of coffee from her. “How about we put this coffee down and you sit on that chair over there?”

Anissa glares at me, arms crossed as she taps her foot. “Finnigan O’Malley, I was enjoying that coffee.”

“And I plan on enjoying you.” I smack her ass and she yelps. “Now be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

Her pretty bottom lip juts out, and her eyes narrow, but she listens. Her sexy ass saunters off and sits on the leather wing-back chair. I join her by sitting in the chair across the room.

“In order to have sex, you need to be closer.”

“All in due time, my little slut. Spread your legs and show me my cunt.” My gaze lands on her pretty pink pussy as her legs fly open. “Lift your legs and pull them back all the way to your shoulders. I want both my holes visible to me.”

Anissa’s smile is a sign that she’s up for whatever depraved game I’ve got planned. It’s one of our many compatibilities, and if you ask me, her wanton desires only come second to her giant heart.

I lean back in the chair and gaze at her, my cock throbbing to be released. “Stay put. If you move, I will punish you.”

I head into the kitchen and grab the butter.

“Your pretty cunt is glistening. So wet and ready. You like showing me your pretty holes?”

Her giant tits rise and fall. “Yes.”

“Pinch your nipples.”

Anissa’s gaze goes right to my cock as her fingers pinch her nipples. I take my leaking pre cum and spread it around the head of my cock. She licks her lips. “You want my cock, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, god, please. I need it so bad. Please.”

“Are you my slut?”

“Yes!” she screams.

“Will you do anything for my cock, whore?”

“Yes, anything, Anything.”

“Pinch your nipples harder. Pull your tits away from your body. I want you to wince in pain. Show me how pathetic you are for a taste of my cock in your hole.”

Anissa licks her lips, her eyes never leaving my cock. “Yes, please fuck me.”

“You gonna be a good girl and do everything I say?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck your cunt with your fingers.”

One hand abandons her tits and roams down her curvy body. My gaze follows the trail of her fingers down to her pussy, and she dips a long finger into her hole.

My mouth waters. “I said fingers, not one finger. All of them. Stretch your cunt for me like a good little slut.”

My eyes focus on her face as I walk over and kneel at her entrance. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love Anissa. I didn’t even think it was possible for me to love. But from the moment she came into my vision, I knew. Some might think the way I have her spread before me is depraved and all kinds of fucked up, but for us, it’s release. I need to be dominant because of my past. I need to control and direct everything, but she knows I’d never do anything to upset her. My Anissa knows I’d rather die than see her shed one tear of sadness because of me.

I smile as she looks at me hesitantly. My finger replaces hers on her clit, and I pinch it, watching her head fall back. “Does that feel good, baby?”

One of her hands is on her tits, roughly squeezing as if she’s in pure ecstasy. “Yes.”

“Do you like being my dirty whore?”

“Yes. Finn, please,” she whimpers, her hips lifting in the air, desperate for relief.