Page 112 of Finlay

Our moans filled the room as I sank inside him. I tried to go slow, but Finn wrapped his legs around me. The strength in his muscles put mine to shame as he literally pulled me deeper into him.

“Holy fuck.” I braced myself on his chest. He was so tight. So hot and tight. My instincts were begging me to rut into him. To take what he was offering and revel in it. “Careful, Finn. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll heal,” he said gruffly, his hand gripping the back of my neck. “Don’t go easy on me, Chester. I can take it.”

His words snapped the fragile hold I’d had on my control. I gave in to the feral need that had taken over me, fucking into him relentlessly.

“Yes. Oh fuck,” Finn moaned, his hands scratching down my back now. “Harder. Give it to me harder, Chester.”

I shoved one of his knees up with a snarl, pinning it to his chest. This new angle had me going deeper than before.

“That’s it, m’eudail. Right there. Rightfuckingthere.”

His praise had pleasure pulsing at the base of my spine. It was racing forth too fast. I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. It felt too good.

Finn felt too good.

Pulling out carefully, I went to my knees and put Finn’s legs on my shoulders. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” Finn moaned, stroking his cock in hard movements. “Just get back inside me.”

I chuckled. “Should’ve known you’d top from the bottom.”

His retort was lost to another moan as I sank back into him in one smooth movement. I wasted no time finding the rhythm that had him writhing under me.

I tried to memorise him in this moment. His swollen lips were parted, his pink tongue peeking out between them. His auburn hair had turned dark with sweat. His hooded eyes were barely open, veins popping on the hand resting on my chest. Muscled calves rubbed against my shoulders, his cock hard and weeping as he jerked himself.

I knocked his hand away to replace it with my own. “Let me, Finn. You just enjoy.”

Pure bliss washed over his face as he surrendered himself to me.

I jerked him hard and fast, twisting on the upstroke just how I knew he liked it. Sweat was dripping from me as I drove into him as hard as I could. My own orgasm was so close, but I wasn’t coming yet. Not before Finn.

“Come for me, baby,” I urged, my hand flying over him. “Come all over me.”

White jets were flying in every direction before I’d even finished speaking. His hole clamped almost painfully around me as he rode the waves of pleasure. I gritted myteeth though, forcing myself to hold back until he was done.

As his muscles relaxed, I finally let myself go. The sound I made as I came wasn’t one I’d heard from my lips before. I wasn’t a hundred per cent sure it was human.

I collapsed on Finn’s chest, unbothered by the mess sticking us together. He didn’t seem to care either, his big arms holding me close.

“Was that okay?” I said when I had enough breath to speak. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Given you’re literally wearing the evidence of my enjoyment—” Finn huffed, kissing the side of my neck. “—I’m going to go with yes. That was beyond words, Chester. Who knew you could do that with your hips? Did you take Latin dance classes when you were younger?”

I laughed, lifting my head to kiss him briefly. “No, but I’ll add ‘skilled hips’ to my CV.”

“I’m certain that’s an important skill for a florist.”

I blinked at him solemnly. “I’ve got to bring the customers in somehow, Finn. If it means knocking out a bit of flamenco on the pavement then so be it.”

I fought to keep my face straight for as long as I could. All it took was Finn’s lips twitching and I lost it.

There we were, covered in sweat and cum, laughing until we cried.

I didn’t think I’d ever been happier.

It was another few hours before we made it to the clan house. I blamed Finn. He was the one who’d decided to rim me in the shower before fucking me against the tiles.

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