Page 57 of Gamechanger

"Yeah? I think that can be arranged."

Moose's plan for prepping me to ride his thick cock involved his lips, tongue and fingers. As his third lubed finger pushed past my ring, I gripped the sheets, wadding them into my fists.

He covered my face with little kisses and then pushed his tongue into my mouth. Then, he pulled back. "Damn, I think Agent Speedster is almost ready for action."

"Oh, fuck, yes—please." Lust hung in the air like a thick cloud between us. "I need that big Moose dick." I smirked, and then we both laughed.

He quickly sheathed himself with a condom and then lay back on the bed, ready for me to climb aboard. I gripped his cock and slowly lowered my ass. Gravity was my friend as he slowly thrust into me.

Moose was thick, and there was a little pain at first, but it didn't last long. My body felt full up into my chest. It made it feel like we were one. At first, I closed my eyes and slowly rode up and down. Then, when I opened them I saw Moose's smiling face. I could never get enough of it.

He gripped my hips and began to rock my body up and down at his own tempo.

“Oh, fuck—“

“Good?” whispered Finn.

“Better than that—no words.”

The apartment was soon full of grunts, moans, and erotic sounds of bodies slapping together. The thick scent of sexy hung in the air.

While I rode faster, Moose reached for my cock. He wrapped his thick fingers around it and began to pump.

A sound partway between a yelp and a moan rolled out from between my lips. "Fuck—so damn good. Fuck me, please."

Moose rocked me quickly, and then I was ready for a shift.

“Yeah, that's it, now slower.”

He followed my instructions. Soon, I was riding the edge and knew it wouldn't be much longer.

Moose grunted and moaned. "Fuck, your ass. My cock. Your ass."

I was suddenly ready, “Please, Moose, I'm ready. Come. Fill me—fuck.”

Moose's suddenly froze, and I knew he was ready. His head rolled back, and his mouth flew open. Then, his body convulsed, jerking, as he shot cum into the condom inside me.

I couldn't hold it and explode, leaving a trail of cum over his chest and abs.

"Ahh, fuck!" When my body started to calm, I opened my eyes to see the most handsome man I'd ever known. I couldn't believe how amazing Moose looked below me. Pulling off, I rolled over along his side, planting my face on his chest.

"Hey," Moose said softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my shoulder. "You okay?"

I smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. "More than okay. I'm happy. Really, truly happy."

He hugged me tighter, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. "Me too, Finn. Me too."

"What are you thinking?" Moose murmured, his breath warm against my cheek.

I smiled, feeling a peace I'd never known before. "I'm thinking... I can't wait for next season."

Epilogue - Moose

The relentless July sun beat down on Portland, transforming the city into a shimmering mirage of heat waves and sun-baked concrete. I wiped a bead of sweat from my brow as I positioned the last piece of patio furniture. Our backyard was modest—barely more than a postage stamp of grass and a small wooden deck—but it was ours. The thought still gave me a little thrill, even two months after moving in and just over two years since that tumultuous first season with the Lumberjacks.

I stepped back to survey my handiwork. Two weathered Adirondack chairs faced the setting sun, a small table nestled between them. String lights crisscrossed overhead, ready to bathe the space in a warm glow once twilight fell. It wasn't much, but it was cozy. Perfect for what I had planned.

My hand drifted to my pocket, fingers brushing against the small velvet box hidden there. My stomach did a somersault.After weeks of planning, agonizing over every detail, the moment was finally here. Well, almost here. First, I had to survive dinner without giving anything away.

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