Finnick Odair Smut 소설 & 이야기

Tears of frustration and overwhelming pleasure pricked his eyes. By the time dessert arrived, Finn was a wreck: flushed, sweating, biting his lip bloody to stay quiet. Magnus finally curled his fingers perfectly against Finn’s prostate and turned the vibrator to its highest setting. “Cum for me,” he ordered quietly. “Right here. Under the table. Like the secret whore you are.”

My face turns bright red with shame and overwhelming arousal, I can’t speak. Dean’s hands roam down my body, sliding between my legs, two thick fingers glide over my swollen clit and push deep inside my soaked pussy. “So fucking wet already,” he groans, pumping his fingers slowly. “Your diary made me so hard every night, now I finally get to have what I’ve been craving.”

Scent triggered attachment responses in individuals with heightened fixation psychology. A blanket left in his car. He opened the file again. Found the page with her academic publications. Read the title of the last paper she'd published before she disappeared from the academic world entirely. Engineered Olfactory Compounds and Their Application in Targeted Neurological Fixation: A Study in Psychographic Profiling. He read it twice. Set the file down. Picked up his coffee. Cold. He drank it anyway. Looked at the city beyond the glass. And sat with what he knew and what he suspected and the specific quiet of a man whose entire picture of the last three months had just shifted one degree and w

Spread her legs. And licked the cum as it leaked out. “Mmm… tastes like both of you.” Susan was wrecked. Destroyed. Satisfied. And wanting more

I’d tasted almost everything Erin had to give me. “Sweet,” Finn groaned. “Like honey,” his tongue slid across his lips. “Mixed with something else.” “Pears,” the word sounds shaky, spoken on an exhale as Erin takes charge, rolling her hips against Finn’s crotch. “Pears and honey, mixed with just a hint of spice from her toothpaste.” “Perfection,” Finn sounds just as breathy as I do, and I know he’s barely hanging on. He’s a virgin who has only ever gotten off by his own hand or being commanded by me.

It was only the first one and already I struggled to come down from it. “Damn that’s a beautiful sight!” Finnick exclaimed, drawing my attention. “Never seen anything prettier than your face when you come, kitten.” He had scooted down to lean on his side, his pants pulled low around his hips, freeing his cock. He was staring at me while he stroked himself in long, lazy strokes. Pre-cum leaked from his throbbing tip and I unconsciously licked my lips with the need to taste him. “Oh no, princess. you don’t get any of your holes filled right now.” Zayne reprimanded.

I muttered. "Yeah." "What’d he do?" "Just some small-time pack leader who thought he was more important than he was. His entire pack disappeared in an instant when I decided to pull his intestines out." Good to know, I’d use him well. "I see you like to take trophies." Finneas flashed a crooked smile. "Sometimes. Keeps the mystique alive." Around us, the naked women moved through the room, the scent of sweet perfume mingling with that of...omegas.

Well, I won’t let it work. “Ahh, much better. Has anyone ever told you that your thighs are quite comfy or that I’d love to suffocate between them?” Aidan winked, flashing that stupid, charming smile. “Knock it off.” I rolled my eyes and smacked his face with the book. “No need for violence unless that’s your kink, leannan.” Aidan teased. “I have a question. Does your father know you read smut?" He asked. "Now, if you want me to learn from these books…” He tapped the book in my hands. “You’ll have to read them to me.”

Ethan, still at my side, dropped the whip and replaced it with his hands, his fingers wrapping around my neck. “Say you’re a slut, Odessa,” Ethan demanded, his voice dangerously close. He squeezed my throat, not enough to truly hurt, but enough to panic my breathing. “O-oh…Uh-ngh… I’m a slut! Daddy! Ghh… A fucking slut!” I sputtered, the physical choking and the forced confession triggering a wave of pure, filthy arousal. The pressure on my throat, the sheer overwhelming sensation of Kian's merciless fucking, the feel of Damon's hard cock throbbing in my palm...it was too much. I was crying, not from pain, but from the raw, desperate pleasure of being completely owned.

“You want me to paint this little pussy with my cum?” I nod my head again and spread my legs wider, hardly recognizing the wanton, slutty woman I’ve become. Only for Finn. Only for Daddy. He grunts, the sound part tortured part determined. Finn climbs up my body, peppering my skin with kisses and love bites until he’s nuzzling into my neck. I feel the head of his cock nudge my entrance and I moan, lifting my hips to encourage him.