“Fuck,” I gasp.
“I plan to fuck you until you realize I’m not going anywhere.”
My eyes roll back and I try to think of something coherent to say. Words tumble out of my mouth when he bites down on my clit and slides his finger into my pussy.
“You’ll find someone else.”
“Mhm, you taste fucking divine.” He ignores my comment and continues pleasuring me with his tongue and fingers. Between standing on one leg and the motion of the boat, I’m about to topple over.
“Finn,” I say, gripping his hair for leverage.
“I fucking love it when you say my name.” He picks me up and we tumble onto the bed in a heap of arms and legs. “Sit on my face,” he commands, pulling me on top of him.
“I’d rather sit on your angry unicorn.” I move to straddle him, watching as he holds his dick steady.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Finn McCormick, are you telling me that you’re unprepared?”
“I am. I didn’t expect to have sex on the boat. I should know better, though, because every time I’m around you, I’m horny as fuck. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I’m on the pill,” I remind him, inching forward, waiting for him to push me away. I remember all too clearly the day after we had sex without a condom and how he felt. If he’s like that again, he’ll be back in Vegas before I have to deal with his mood swing.
He makes the decision for us and pulls me down on top of him. Firm hands never leave my hips as I lean forward and place my hands on the wall. Finn never breaks eye contact as he starts moving me up and down, keeping his thumb on my clit.
“You have to be quiet, Macey,” he says, reminding me that we’re not alone. “Although I’d give anything to hear you scream my name again when you come. I want to hear you moan from the feel of my dick inside you.”
I whimper, trying to keep it in, but it’s almost too much to bear. The motion of everything, from his hand pulling and pushing my hip back and forth to his thumb on my clit, has me seeing stars and biting my lip to keep from screaming out. Once my climax has hit, Finn has me on my back and is pounding into me, pushing until his release finally hits.
24
Finn
It’s been two weeks since I left Macey and Morgan, and today they’ll be here visiting for the weekend. The day after our trip around the lake, I bought Macey a car. I had to know that she and Morgan were safe at all times and not dependent upon the bus to take them places. Also, since I left, my relationship with my father has been rejuvenated and that is all because of Morgan. I still hate his wife, more so now since he had asked me not to stay in the house because of her. If he left her today, I’d throw him a party with all the best pussy in Vegas. Make him another Hugh Hefner.
I speak to Morgan every day. Her mother not so much, unless it’s to check on how Morgan is doing or make flight arrangements. Things have chilled out between Macey and me and that’s because of me. She wants things that I can’t give her, namely a relationship, not that she’s come out and said that, but when she tells me that she misses me red flags go up and I try to avoid them at all cost. Where I see her as a sweet piece of pie fuck-buddy, with the most delicious cunt I have ever tasted, I have a strong feeling that Macey sees me as boyfriend material and that’s something I’ll never be. Even though I miss the fuck out of her. I can’t decipher if I miss her pussy and tits, or if I actually miss Macey. I suppose at some point they go hand in hand, but the bottom line is I can’t be the man she deserves.
That doesn’t mean I want her out looking for another man, though. If she found someone I’d probably have a fucking coronary and move her into hiding. I’m a selfish prick and not willing to give her up. She also doesn’t know that I’m not sleeping with anyone else and have curbed the nights I spend out. If I’m not at a fundraiser or gala, I’m home living a solitary life. She’s asked about my dates, though, and I’ve ignored her questions. I’m unable to admit to her—or myself—that it’s only her pussy that I crave, when I used to desire every piece of hot ass that walked into my casino.
Every day, like clockwork, Morgan calls me when she gets home from school. I’ve planned my days around three forty-five in the afternoon so I can talk to her. I don’t care what type of meeting I’m in, or what I’m doing, my daughter gets my undivided attention until she’s ready to get off the phone. I never knew ten-year-old girls had so much drama until now, but damn, every day it’s something new.