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Pure Obsession (Finn) - Chapter Three

Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

like it was massaging it. The ache in my stomach had blossomed into a throb, an incessant demand for release and I drove closer to it, slamming repeatedly into her dripping, clinging tightness. “Do you like my cock inside you?” I hissed. “D’you like it?” “I love it,” she moaned. “You know I love it.” Her hair was damp with sweat and I knew the simmering heat was culminating to a boil. I grabbed her hand and pushed it between her legs, clumsily pressing it against her clit. She moved it fast and hard, in a way that was both experienced and rough. Her breath quickened, the sheen of sweat shone from her face and I thrust into her repeatedly, seeking the release that I knew was in reach. “Finn, oh god, Finn…” Her body stiffened and she moaned, collapsing against me, grinding unashamedly and drawing out her pleasure as her pussy clamped down hard on my cock. I thrust into her unevenly a couple more times and I knew it was coming and yet I wanted to hold onto the feeling. The heat and pressure emanated, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My cock pulsed hard inside her and my body jerked and shook, the sweat flushing across me as I came inside her. “Oh fuck…” My cock throbbed and pulsated, releasing all it had until the seep of pleasure was through and there was nothing but exhaustion. We lay there, her on top of me, a combination of sweat and emotion. “You’re too charming,” she said finally. “I should stay away from you.” I laughed. “I can’t stay away from you.” She raised herself ... up, to look me in the eye. “Really?” “Really.” She smiled at me briefly, nervously and then eased off me and onto the couch. “What’s wrong?” I asked, turning to look at her. She hesitated and then almost reluctantly said, “Today was my birthday.” “What?!” My feigned surprise was worthy of an Academy Award. “No kidding? How old are you? Sixteen?” She laughed at that. “Twenty two, actually.” “Wow.” She frowned and looked at me. “What does that mean?” “I guess… you’ve achieved a lot for someone so young.” “You think?” she sighed. “I look back and all I see are mistakes. Sure I’ve done some good stuff but all of it’s kind of overshadowed by bad stuff.” “What bad stuff?” “I…” she shrugged. “Not exactly bad. I mean, sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn’t stuck with ballet. My dad wanted me to be an architect, like him. My brother’s a maths teacher. My sister’s a dentist. Sometimes I feel like I did the worst. I mean, what I do is entertainment. I don’t change people’s lives or help them. I just entertain. My brother helps kids. My sister fixes teeth. What I do isn’t so deep. I dance because I love it, not because it’s beneficial to society. Don’t you think that’s kind of selfish?” I scoffed. “No. No. Don’t think that. Dance moves people. It moved me. I mean, you probably inspire little girls everywhere. They dream of being you.” “Dreams are always better than reality.” she said wistfully. “In dreams you see only the positive. In reality, nothing’s perfect.” ...