Finley & Jared – Beautiful Shame Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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With the promise of an orgasm dangling in front of him, Finley’s inner slut peeked out and helped him to wave his bottom around again. “I’m your slut. Please. Harder. I’m your slut.”

The pitch was utterly perfect.

Laughter echoed up from the small courtyard and raunchy suggestions about what my girl needed were helpfully volunteered before I could even bring the spoon down on him again. The dirty commentary had Finley hard and shaking, whining and letting begging sounds fill the room and spill out down below.

He liked being listened to as much as he liked being watched.

That was good to know and a lot easier to organize future scenes around…and it would make tonight a lot more memorable for my naughty boy than I’d expected.

I loved it when everything just fell together perfectly and made Finley think I was the best Dom ever.

“Please…oh…harder…fuck me, please…”

It seemed like the perfect night had gotten even better.

As long as that was what my boy wanted…

Chapter 15

Finley

Best Master ever.

Best Master ever.

Best Master ever.

Shaking, I cried out again as he spanked me and seemed to make sure it was a nice loud smack as he chuckled. As the men outside laughed, Master Jared made a sexy hum and petted my head. “Such a good slut. They all think I’m up here fucking my girl’s pussy nice and rough as I spank her.”

I couldn’t help how hard it made me and hiding my face against the bed amused him and that just made me even more turned on. It was a terribly vicious cycle that was either going to make me come or kill me. Or both.

As the spoon came down again making me feel naughty and embarrassed, he chuckled as he kept his dirty words too low for the men to hear. “But my slut doesn’t have a pussy. He’s got a nice tight ass he’s begging to get filled.”

So was that a yes he’d fuck me?

I wasn’t sure he’d ever responded to that…request.

Yes, we were going to call it a request.

Nodding against the bed, I moaned as he spanked me again, still softly petting my head like I was a good boy. The mix of emotions and sensations he was sending through me so effortlessly left me lightheaded and desperate. “Please…fuck me. Please.”

Ignoring how loud that request might’ve been, I went back to hiding as he made a low pleased sound that had me blushing again. Stroking the spoon over my ass, he made a soft thinking sound. “I’m starting to think my girl in here wants to be fucked, is that right?”

He was so wicked.

Naughty.

Yes, Master was naughty and utterly perfect.

Whining, I sucked in a breath and whispered this time. “Please, Master?”

We hadn’t spelled out that we were going to fuck or make love this weekend, but we’d both understood it was on the green list and that I wanted to bottom. I could’ve just listed it out specifically as something I wanted. There wasn’t anything wrong with wanting a good pounding, but this was so much more perfect.

And embarrassing.

And erotic.

We even had an audience.

Master was incredible.

When the spoon dropped to the bed and his hand stroked over my tender ass, I moaned as the heat and pleasure flared hotter. That got another soft chuckle from him as he traced random patterns over my ass. “Such pretty colors on your bottom, pet.”

God, something about the way he said that had my cock bobbing for attention and every nerve-ending pleading for more. Before I could beg and whine again, his fingers spread out and one teased right at the edge of my hole sending a shiver through me.

The delight in his voice was obvious and just made everything in me feel even more off-center as he leaned down and whispered. “Am I fucking my naughty boy’s ass or am I pounding my pretty girl’s pussy?”

God, he was going to make me say it.

Hiding, I shook my head and pulled a pillow over my head, making him laugh. I couldn’t do it. No. I just couldn’t.

But Master was so wicked.

Circling one finger over my pucker, he kissed my shoulder and made a tsking sound. “Oh, you don’t want my cock inside you, pet? I thought you were begging to be fucked.”

I managed to keep hiding right up until he slipped his finger into me, barely fucking me and sending a spiral of desire through me. As I whimpered and moaned, he made another delighted sound and used his free hand to spank me, the loud smack, or maybe my desperate cry, earning more laughter from our audience.

“I need the words, pet.” Stroking over the area he’d just smacked as he slowly kept finger-fucking me, he sounded like he thought I was being ridiculous, which just made it even more insane. “I wouldn’t want to misunderstand what you need, and I certainly wouldn’t want your new friends to think I’m doing something you don’t want.”


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