Finnick Odair Smut Novels & Stories

Finn had asked me to take a picture of my juicy pussy when I'm done, but my wetness covered my phone screen as I navigated through the phone to take a picture. I finally took the naughty pic and sent it down to Finn with the caption, "Look how wet you've made me, you naughty boy." "What' am I going to do now?" I bit my lower lip anticipating the next reply from my naughty F******k lover, Finn. "Your cute pussy is hungry; I am going to feed it!" He replied passionately. "Feed it now, my Finn; I'm so fucking horny and waiting." I eagerly replied to him. "Are your sexy legs still wide open?"

I say, but lean forward and take another spoonful, chewing it and swallowing it down as fast as I can. Finley touches me, teasing me as I eat. He brings me right to the edge multiple times, only to shift his attention to another spot right before I detonate. By the time my bowl is empty, my legs tremble and I’m a desperate mess. “Please, Finn,” I beg, and he doesn’t disappoint. “Come, Harper,” he demands, and I cry out in ecstasy as my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. “Fuck,” I hear Dillon curse. “Are you trying to make me horny all day?”

‘Keep it together, man. She better not think of doing that handshake mumbo jumbo with me. “Finley.” Embracing her, I relish in her scent of watermelon and rain, and my eyes squeeze shut as I try to keep Nox at bay. She smells amazing and the electric charge that shoots through my body makes my cock jump. ‘She could be our mate!’ ‘Tamper down, so I can think.’ “Mo ghradh (My love), you are stunning as well.”

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

And as if sensing that, Derek doesn't stop, railing me harder and faster, hitting my G-spot over and over again. Another orgasm hits again when he doubles over me, twisting my nipples through my blouse, while his hips keep snapping forward, rutting me like a dog. ... Fucking me like a bitch, his bitch. Oh fucckkkkkkk! So goooddd, he's fucking so good even while drunk. How good will it be when he's sober? The smell of our sweat and the scent of our cum, of sex, mixes with the alcohol fog from our clothes and breath, the heady scent causing dialogues spill out raw from my lips.

His hands reached out immediately, strong fingers threading through my messy hair, guiding me closer with gentle but insistent pressure. My lips parted as I leaned in, wrapping around the thick head of his dick. The moment my tongue made contact, I tasted myself, tangy, sweet, and musky, mixed with the salty hint of his own cum from earlier. The flavor of our combined juices flooded my mouth, filthy and intimate, making my cheeks flush hotter. I hummed softly around him, the vibration drawing a deep groan from Adrian’s chest.

“Soaked like a little slut who’s been waiting for daddy to collect.” I moaned around him—broken, desperate. My hands stopped pushing. They slid up his thighs, fingers curling into the denim, holding on as he started fucking my face in earnest. Long, deep thrusts that made my throat bulge. My nose pressed into his pubic hair every time he bottomed out. The smell of him filled my lungs—sweat, musk, faint soap, overwhelming. My eyes watered constantly now. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with spit, dripping onto my chest in messy rivulets.

She nodded— Desperate. I smirked. “Look at us. Look how perfect we are together.” Her mouth stretched around my cock— “Fuck Olivia, your mouth is damn good. Then your pussy must taste like heaven.” I reached my climax, pouring in my cum into her mouth, hot— gushing into her mouth, she moaned again gagging “I fucking said drink it all, OLIVIA.” She swallowed, cum sliding down the corners of her lips, removing my cock slowly with a loud—sloppy pop, I packed every drop running down her face with my thumb back into her mouth, she took it it licking it clean eyes in me.

he said leaning down to lick one nipple slowly before we forced ourselves to move. The shed felt even smaller with our heavy breathing. I found the old towel and wiped between my legs carefully but the mess kept my pussy feeling used and slick. I pulled the binder back on, smashing my breasts flat again, wincing as the fabric rubbed my sensitive nipples. Ethan helped adjust it, his fingers brushing my skin sending sparks down to my clit. “These jeans are ruined with our cum but they will hide it for now,” I muttered, yanking them up feeling the wet denim cling tight to my swollen pussy lips.

Sky's laughter appeared in my mind, her pink cheeks every time I said something dirty to her or every time we fucked. Her sweet smell and her soft touch. I loved it like no one else had in a long time, and the worst part was, I'd just screwed up.