Free FinsFantasy by Jocelyn Dex

someone had told him how intensely pleasurable it was
to have the seed sucked directly out of them. For a split second, the searing
pain had almost brought him to his knees, but was quickly replaced by pure
ecstasy.
    Her reaction to his semen had scared the shit out of him
though. He’d thought maybe she’d been right, that he was tainted and that he’d
tainted her somehow. Thankfully he’d been able to cool her down and now she was
hot in another way.
    “You’re so beautiful, Navine,” he said as he trailed kisses
down her neck. “And you taste so fucking good. You’re juice is so sweet. I
could lick you all day.”
    She groaned and pushed his head down to her breasts. He took
her cue and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it,
then moved to give the other one the same attention.
    “Do you want me inside you, Navine? Tell me you do or I
might die.”
    She met his gaze, her gold eyes dilating. He knew she wanted
it but he needed to hear her say it. Her voice was low and raspy as she said, “I need you inside me, Fin.”
    He couldn’t wait a second longer. He’d wanted to be inside
her since the day he’d seen her on her knees, a prisoner. Wanted to wrap her in
his arms and make love to her slow and gentle. To make her feel cherished in
effort to wipe out all the terrible things that had been done to her while she’d
been a prisoner.
    He grabbed his dick, rubbing the head against the soaked
entrance to her sweet cunt, then entered her in one deep thrust. They both
cried out. Holy fuck she felt good. He held still a moment, trying to rein
himself in. He wanted to make this last as long as possible but she dug her
fingernails into his back, raised her knees and thrust against him with
abandon.
    He tried to slow her down but she was strong and determined.
“Fuck me, Caffin.”
    He couldn’t deny her, his desire to please her, give her
exactly what she wanted, breaking his resolve. He pulled back and slammed into
her. Her encouraging moans magnifying his pleasure.
    “Yes, that’s what I want,” she encouraged. “More.”
    There was no way he was going to last fucking her like that
but it didn’t matter, he’d give her what she wanted. He pounded into her harder
and faster, his balls slapping against her ass. She wrapped her legs around his
back giving him better, deeper access to her drenched cunt.
    Her breathing came in gulps and gasps. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck
yes,” she wailed. “That’s it. Come with me. In me.”
    Hell yeah, he would, her excitement, her pleasure pushing
him over the edge. His balls tightened against his body as jet after jet of
come shot into her. Her welcoming cunt squeezing, spasming, clenching around
his dick, taking all of him.
     
    He collapsed on top of her, wrapped his arms around her and
rolled them so she was lying with her head on his shoulder and one leg draped
across his legs.
    He kissed her forehead. “You’re amazing.”
    She rolled away from him and his heart sank. How could she
reject him after what they’d shared?
    She fanned herself with her hand and he noticed her red face
and the excess sweat beading on her body. “Ice,” she panted.
    Oh hell, she wasn’t rejecting him, she was burning up again.
He grabbed the cup of ice and smoothed it across her hot skin. “How bad is it?”
    “Not as bad as before. The ice feels good.” Her golden gaze
met his. “Does this happen to all the females you’re with?”
    “Never before. Maybe,” he paused, hating to even mention the
subject, “maybe it’s the addiction burning out of your system.”
    Slowly, she nodded. “I think you’re right.”
    Surprise shot through him. He hadn’t expected her to agree.
He grabbed more ice from the cup, quickly running it up and down her burning
skin.
    “I need more,” she panted, her eyes dilating again.
    He swallowed hard, hoping he understood her correctly but he
wanted to be sure before he set himself up for more rejection. “More ice?”
    She