Chapter 47

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

FINNIGAN

“Well played, piscín ,” I mutter, rubbing my hand over my sore cheekbone as I push myself to my feet.

Working my way through the crowd in the direction she ran, I can practically smell her fear— and her arousal— as I stalk toward her .

“ I know you’re close,” I taunt into the crowd. “I can smell that sweet fucking cunt of yours dripping down your legs.”

Passing the viewing hall, I glance down it to see her pushing through couples engrossed in whatever’s happening beyond the windows.

That’s a dead-end, piscín .

You’re mine, now.

We both shove our way down the hall, me about five feet behind my little kitten. Catlin repeatedly glances over her shoulder as she tugs at the door handles, trying to find a place to hide. She disappears through a threshold a few feet from me, and I reach the door just as she’s trying to shove it shut. I slam into with my shoulder and force my way into the room as she screams, “Please, don’t!”

With a clunk, I close the door and flip the lock, pulling the string to draw the blinds on the window before stalking toward her. She retreats from me, quickly finding herself backed into a corner. Slinking closer, I gruff, “I told you that you can’t run from me. I will always find you. And when I do, I’ll remind you that you’re mine. Always mine.”

Pouncing, I spin her around and pin her to the wall with my body. In desperation, I hastily free my cock, and I tear her already ruined panties from her body before sinking into her soaking wet cunt. Taking her with hard, deep thrusts, I repeatedly pound her into the wall as I grunt, “You’re. Mine. Now. Piscín .”

Her thighs tremble, and her pussy quivers around my cock as she tries to fight her release, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of making her come. Her body betrays her, and she unfurls against the wall.

“You can’t deny me,” I groan against the back of her neck, slowing my thrusts. “That sweet pussy of yours knows who it belongs to you. You’ll always fucking come for me.”

Pulling from her, I spin her around and hoist her around my waist as I sink back into the sweet perfection between her thighs. Her back slides against the wall as I drive into her, and her thighs squeeze against me. “Are you going to come for me again?”

“Yes.” The soft whimper falls over her lips. “Always for you.”

I keep her on the edge, enjoying the way her eyes burn with hunger as she desperately waits to come again. Pulling her over my length, she claws at my back, and I crash my lips against hers. Her tight pussy rhythmically clenches around me again, and I claim her mouth and swallow her screams as she comes around my cock.

Stepping back from the wall, I carry her to the bed and drop us both onto the mattress. The only sound in the room is our breathless gasps as I hold her against me and roll onto my back, pushing her onto her shaking knees. “Show me how much you need to be mine,” I groan, firmly gripping her hips and sliding her over my cock. “Ride me until I’ve marked every inch of your pussy with my cum.”

Catlin places her hands on my chest, swirls her hips, and slides over my length. Letting her find her rhythm, I slide my hands up her sides and cup her heaving tits. She lets out a delicious moan as I roll both of her nipples between my fingers. Her lower lip quivers as she stares down at me, looking like a fucking angel as she rides me.

She picks up her pace, and I groan as her head falls back and her nails dig into the ink of my chest. “You feel like fucking heaven,” I tell her as she comes yet again.

On the edge myself, I grab her hips to help her keep up her pace. She claws at my chest as I force her to continue to ride her high. “One more for me,” I beg, “One more and I’ll fill that tight little hole.”

“Please,” she begs, on the brink of exhaustion. Her entire body quivers as she struggles through her bliss. And I’m fucking done for. Sliding my hands up her back, I pull her to my chest and hold her close as I bury myself inside of her. Filling her with every last drop of me, I growl into her ear, “Mine.”

She slumps over me, completely satiated and struggling to catch her breath as the warm air blows over her lips and against my ear. I hold her on top of me as I slowly grow soft inside her, her heart slowing as it pounds against my chest. She places a soft kiss against my lips and whispers, “Happy Birthday, mo ghrá.”

Palming her face, I roll on top of her and kiss her until I’ve stolen her breath and am ready to claim her again. “This is the best fucking birthday present I’ve ever gotten.” I slowly sink myself inside of her as a smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth. “I already can’t wait to see what you get me next year.”