Snatched

“Finn –” I grasp his shoulders as the sharp pain starts between my legs.

“Shhh,” he says, “Just relax, baby.”

I do what he says, trying to relax as he gets me used to his cock, working it into my tightness. I’m not sure I can handle it, but eventually my pussy starts to take him, and I cry out in pleasure, at how incredibly full I feel, and Finn moans, deep and guttural.

“Finn,” I gasp again— he’s still entering me, still pushing farther, and long after I think he must be as deep as he can go, I feel his hipbones tap against my thighs.

“You’re alright?” he asks without moving, like he’s giving me a second to adapt.

I take a breath, unsure how to answer that for a moment— am I alright? I’m not sure if this is painful or pleasurable, but I know I want more. I nod frantically, unable to form words, and Finn smiles, then begins to slowly, gently thrust into me.

“There you go,” Finn murmurs as I begin to relax, as my legs spread further. “Just wait, Kenley. Eventually I’ll be able to fuck you so hard…”

“I want that now,” I manage, voice weak. It feels like my fingers and toes are on fire, and I feel an orgasm different than what I normally experience— one that’s deeper, one that’s starting at my core and feels like it might tear me apart when it comes.

Finn smiles at me, and thrusts a bit harder. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight, baby. We’ll have to practice to get there. But I promise, we’re going to practice.” He groans again, then sits back on his knees, pulling my hips with him. He fucks me thrusting his cock into me but only ever withdrawing a few inches.

The constant pressure in my pussy is what’s causing that deep, core orgasm to build, to grow stronger, to make my eyes feel hot and my breath too short. I feel my breasts bouncing with each push, I feel my wetness starting to drip onto the silken quilt, but I don’t care about anything right now, just the way Finn’s cock feels in me, the way—-

“I’m going to come,” I whisper, or at least, try to whisper. Finn grabs my hips and pulls me tight up against his groin, thrusting faster, though not harder. A wave of heat and joy and exhaustion crashes into me, and for a few seconds I feel like I’m drowning, like I may pass out.

I scream— scream like I’ve never screamed in bed before, grab the quilt and twist it around my fingers until my knuckles are surely white. Finn is saying something, but I can’t hear him, I can’t hear anything as I come harder than I came last night, harder than I thought was possible— the sort of orgasm I thought only existed in movies and women’s magazines.

“There we go. Relax, baby,” Finn is saying a few moments later. I open my eyes— only then realizing they were closed— and see Finn is over me, is pushing now-sweaty hair from my face. I feel his cock pressed against my stomach, wet from being inside me.

“That was amazing,” I croak.

“Turn over,” he says, his voice low and sexy. “I’m far from done.”

I roll over onto my stomach. Finn grabs my hips and lifts them up, leaving my upper body flat on the bed. When his thumb grazes my asshole, I don’t flinch— I lean into it.

“Kenley,” he growls in pleasure. “I thought you said you were nervous.”

“I was,” I say, and perhaps somewhere deep down, I still am. After that orgasm, though, I would honestly let Finn do anything he wanted to me. If he can make me orgasm like that, I’m willing to try absolutely anything.

Finn spanks me on the ass hard, then positions himself behind me. I moan when he pushes into me; it’s an entirely new sensation. I can feel his body slapping against mine, I can feel his cock rubbing against the front of my pussy.

He grabs hold of my ass as he fucks me, letting one thumb rest over my asshole, gently toying with it as he thrusts. That along is enough to make my body light up; when he reaches underneath me and rubs my clit with his other hand, I think the world may split in half—

He slows, pulls his hand away and slides his cock out of me. “Keep going, please, please don’t stop,” I beg, voice muffled by the blankets.

“Jesus, baby, you’re going to make me come,” Finn says. “I’m not going to be able to stop myself. Your pussy is so tight, Kenley. Did you know that?”

I shake my head and push my hips back, trying to get him back inside me.

“Shhh, no,” he says, and slaps me on the ass, then again, when he hears the way I moan in response. He rubs my clit again, teases my entrance with his cock. “I’m going to make you come a few more times.”