Page 93 of Manhattan Tormentor

Finn grunts and it doesn’t take him a second to get with the program as he kicks the door closed and pins me to the back of it.

“Fucking clothes off,” he almost barks into my mouth.

“You get yours off.” I rebound and hear him chuckling before he pulls back.

It’s a race to see who gets naked the fastest. He won by a few seconds because I’m too busy watching him uncover that insane body for me to look at.

His physique is harder in places than he was before, and I push a hand into his abs.

“Insane,” I mutter into his mouth. It’s only been a few hours, but I’ve forgotten how wild it feels to kiss him.

“My bed,” he nips and sucks.

“How far is it?”

“At least a mile.”

We groan, kissing on the way.

I forgot how deep he can pull me into his world, making me stop from thinking about anything else but him. The moan I let go of goes down his throat while digging my hands into his hair.

While I look at him, his lips wet and his eyes coated in lust, I see everything I want in this man.

“If you need something from me, you only have to ask for it.”

“Is that right? And what do you think I want?”

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping you’ll tell me.”

Working my thumb back and forth over his lips, until he captures it in his teeth, giving it a suck. The pull is felt in my stomach. My dick twitches. “This mouth.” I murmur.

“You want it, Sage?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me where?”

He knows where because he grasps it in his hand and jerks me slow. I push into his palm for more.

“I want that fucking mouth swallowing me.”

“Here?” He kisses my neck.

The teasing shit pulls back, smiling. But it’s me who makes him groan when I grab the front of his hair to direct him to my mouth. Teeth clash as I force his lips open for a deeper kiss.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts when I draw back and then dive in for more. Only when I’m good and saturated in his taste, do I put a hand on Finn’s chest and shove. His ass hits the side of his king-size bed.

“I want your mouth around my dick.” I say with roughness. Lust radiating out of every pore. I’m shaking with need as I jack myself slow and long.

I don’t know if he’s aware of how he licks his lips when he watches the movement.

“How queer do you want to get, Finn?” I taunt with a small grin. He grabs me by the hips and drags me closer so my shaft almost bobs in his face.

I remember the first time he was this close to me in my bedroom and the clawing hunger I felt to taste every inch of him. That memory is forever burned in my mind.

“You don’t have to,” I say.

He leans in and I lose whatever self-control I have when Finn licks the hand I have wrapped around my length.

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