Burned(26)

“You’re so wet, Finnley. Do you like watching our fingers f*ck you?” he asks, staring at my face in the mirror.
“I like anything you do to me,” I reply with a shaky breath as he picks up the speed of our fingers until the only sound in the room is the wet, sucking noise our fingers make as they sink inside me over and over.
He bends his knees behind me and I see the tip of his cock between my legs as I stare into the mirror, our fingers continuing to move in a blindingly fast pace.
In one perfectly executed move, he pulls our fingers out of my body and immediately replaces them with his cock, sliding deep inside of me with one slow push.
His hand stops its ministrations on my nipple and instead, bands tightly around my ribs right below my breasts to hold me up. Thank God for that because I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to stand on my own. As he works himself in and out of me, using two fingers to rub my clit, I reach behind me to grasp his hips, curling my nails into his flesh as he slowly f*cks me. He takes his time with me, each plunge deep and precise and so completely unlike our earlier encounter. Being taken up against the wall in a rush of slapping bodies and bruised skin was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, but this slow burn with its sensual intensity is just as good.
The fingers circling my clit move maddeningly fast while his cock plunges into me deep and slow, the opposing sensations melting together until I’m nothing but a burning pile of need. It’s a struggle simply to stand here and try to help him keep my body upright when my thighs start to shake as my body hovers at the brink of orgasm. My hands clench his hips tighter and I lock down my muscles, afraid to move for fear of losing my hold on the feelings coursing through my body—
The need to scream.
The need to come.
The need to keep him here so he can do this to me every single day.
Forever.
That thought should scare the hell out of me, but it doesn’t. This time is impossibly better than the first and I can only imagine that it will continue to get better every single time.
My release comes swiftly and without warning, my * clamping down on his cock as I continue to watch what he’s doing to me in the mirror, my mouth open on a silent scream of pleasure. I gasp and pant through my orgasm until my throat is so dry it feels like it will crack. As I come down from my high, Collin turns us away from the mirror, grabs my hands from his hips and places them on top of the dresser in front of me.
“Hold on, baby,” he warns.
I have just enough time to brace myself against the smooth surface of my dresser before he pulls his cock completely out of me and immediately slams it back in to the hilt. I cry out in pleasure as he resumes the same pounding rhythm as earlier, his hips slapping into my ass as he grips my hips tightly and uses my body to find his release.
I lift myself up on my toes and arch my back, giving him easier access and allowing him to drive himself inside me, as deep as he can go, again and again. I feel the heat of him behind me and the length of him inside me and I’ve never felt more completely overwhelmed. I love the sound of him losing control, growls and curses that are rough and foul and so f*cking sexy that I feel my * tighten down on his cock in an involuntary spasm. I love that I can already tell when he’s getting ready to come just by the way his movements become jerky, like he can’t control what he’s doing and his only thought is of coming inside me.
“Fuck, Lee. FUCK!” he shouts, slamming deep one last time before he lets go, his hips grinding against my ass as he comes.
We both collapse on top of the dresser, my breasts flattening against the cool wood and his warm chest pressing against my back. He shifts his hips, slipping out of me and I feel his come drip down the inside of my thighs.