Page 41 of Hands off his Dudette

She lifted her hips in an invitation.

"Impatient, aren't we, dudette?"

She would have said something smart, had his thumb not pressed against her clit, while two of his fingers curved inside her soaked heat. Instead, she moaned, harder and louder as he rubbed the sensitive nub in maddening circles.

"I...I..."

"What is it now? You've never come with a man playing you like this?"

Definitely not. She rarely came at all with a guy and when she did, it was when the slide was inserted in the slot—multiple times. But if he continued with his damnable hands, rubbing her breast, the inside of her pussy, her clit like this, she really was going to...

Quite suddenly and without a warning, Finn changed the angle of his wrist, hitting a different spot inside her. She screamed, as her entire body convulsed and let go. Anna panted, helpless, spineless, and mindless.

Holy fucking shit.

“I’m angry you haven’t given me orgasms on tap before.”

Finn laughed softly, lowering his head to hers, and holding his forehead right against hers. It wasn't the first time he'd done that, and Anna didn't think anything could have been more intimate—not even a kiss. But after a moment, she decided she was greedy, and also wanted a kiss, so she lifted her chin, moving her lips to meet his.

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