Dad's Private Investigator Best Friend
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“Come on. Come here and snuggle up. We’ll keep each other warm.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss against my neck.
“Mmmm.” I moan.
“We don’t need lights. If the ceiling falls in, we’ll sleep under the stars. I don’t need anything but you, Faye.” His whisper against my ear makes me shiver, goosebumps erupting head to toe.
“This is cheating, for the record,” I mumble, turning my head to press my lips against his.
“If you ain’t cheatin’, you ain’t tryin’” Finn whispers against my lips.
His kiss is just as sweet and hot as it was a decade ago, only now we have years of experience. A lifetime of kisses has made us both experts in knowing exactly what we like. His mouth opens against mine, our tongues pressing together eagerly.
I slide my hand under his shirt, moving it along his body. Finn is still as ripped as ever. It’s unfair — the man pays no attention to carbs and still looks like he could be on the cover of Sports Illustrated.
His hands move along my body, following the path of my curves. In contrast, having had six kids in ten years has amplified my natural curves. Each one seems to add another inch to my hips and tits, which only drives Finn even crazier.
“Come on, baby. Let’s have one more.” Finn grins against my lips, his hands moving down press against my currently smooth stomach.
“Half a dozen isn’t enough for you?” I ask as I kiss my way down his jawline, feeling the exquisite sensation of his coarse stubble brushing against my lips.
“I just can't get tired of seeing you pregnant. Marking you. Claiming you.” Finn growls, the sound sending liquid fire racing through my veins.
“You’ve knocked me up six times, Finn. I’m pretty damn claimed.” I fire back.
“Never enough, Faye.” He dips his mouth down to my breasts, taking them into his mouth greedily.
I gasp and toss my head back, lost in the sensation.
Finn’s mouth expertly works across the pebbled texture of my hard nipples, working them both into stiff, aching peaks. I slip my hands into his underwear as he does so, taking him in my hands.
God, his cock is perfect. More than anything else, it just feels good in my hands. Warm to the touch, velvet soft skin wrapped around the hardest steel. I trace the thick veins with my fingers, slowly stroking him up and down.
Finn begins to move lower, but I have other ideas. I press him onto his back, straddling his hips, rubbing my greedy pussy against the fat head of his cock.
My husband grins up at me. “I’m a lucky guy. My wife is the sexiest woman on the planet.”
I ease myself down onto him slowly, circling my hips and taking my time. It’s still always a stretch, always a shock to me just how full I feel with Finn inside me.
I lean forward, panting, my fingers splayed across his pecs. Finn’s hands grip my hips, helping me slowly impale myself on his dick.
“God that’s good,” I moan, my eyes rolling as the sensations grow overwhelming. I shudder as my first orgasm hits me the second I feel Finn’s cock bottom out inside me. The mix of pain and pleasure is just good enough to shove me over the edge, hard.
I growl as I regain my senses, sitting back up and beginning to work myself up and down his stiff pole.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Finn murmurs as I sit back on to my heels, reaching back to brace myself on his legs and give him a show.
“You like what you see, baby?” I ask with a sultry grin.
“You know I do baby,” Finn answers, his cock throbbing inside me.
I work him at a glacially slow tempo. Up and down, lingering to grind onto him as he fills me up, then slowly raising myself up until only the tip of his cock is kissing my wet slit. Then back down, breathing in time to the feeling of his cock filling me completely.
One moment I’m riding him slowly, teasing him. The next I’m on my back, his fierce green eyes almost glowing in the moonlight.
“I thought you liked it when I got on top,” I pout teasingly, a grin on my face.
“You’re a horrible tease, Faye Walker. Little girls who tease big bad wolves should know that sooner or later, they’re going to get devoured.”
Then he’s pumping again, thrusting into me with reckless abandon. My eyes shoot open, going wide as he pounds into me relentlessly. My hands grasp at the sheets, then at the headboard, and finally I dig my nails into his back, clinging for dear life.
He flips me over onto my knees and keeps hammering away, my face flush with the mattress. I reach forward, bracing myself against the wall, and push myself back onto him, grunting through the impacts.
“Fuck me harder, baby,” I say as I toss my hair over my shoulder.
Finn obliges, grabbing my hips hard enough I know I’ll be a mess of bruises for a week. My pussy contracts around his cock non-stop, orgasm after orgasm crashing into me and making me scream his name at the top of my lungs.
Finn finishes with a cry of his own, his deep voice rising to meet mine as we come together.
Panting, Finn collapses on top of me.
Which is the last straw for the poor bed. With a sharp crack, we lurch straight to the floor, the frame collapsing under us into so many matchsticks.
“Holy shit, we just broke the bed,” I whisper in awe.
Finn laughs, grabbing me and tossing me over his shoulder.
“Come on, there’s a Holiday Inn down the road.”
Finn twists me around in his arms, kissing me soundly.
“Let’s see if we can break another.”
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