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I squeal as he reaches down, grabs me from beneath the arms and hoists me into the air as easy as a bag of feathers. “Ride me then.”
Hands on my ass, he raises me higher, positioning our bodies just so. I wrap my legs around his hips and anchor myself to him. For a few heartbeats, we’re paused in place.
“Okay?”
“Corrupt away, storeen.”
I take hold of him and guide his fat tip to my center. A few strokes, to get him ready. A glide of wet fold across his head, to ensure I’m ready. We both hiss at the contact.
I do it again.
Oh, Lord, that feels good. My bones melt and my control slips.
But Finn is there to prop me up like a rag doll.
“Jaysus. I need inside that little pink pussy.”
“Pretty please, Clarissa.”
He cocks his head, eyes bright and loving every second of this. “That’s how you want to play this?”
I push down, drawing him into me. “Pretty please, Clarissa. And I’ll fuck you hard enough you won’t be able to stay standing.”
His smirk is as wicked as all hell.
Finn might be a wet dream. But I’m about to rain down on him.
I roll my hips and offer him another taste. Dragging him in deeper, my folds parting to accept the thick, bulbous head of him. He’s barely inside yet it feels like heaven.
“Pretty please, Clarissa,” I hear him groan.
But I’m too wound up to celebrate my victory.
I struggle for control, forcing myself to relax as I sink down onto him. Hissing, as his thick, hot length splits me in two. He’s big, really big. Nothing could have prepared me for being so completely, fully penetrated.
“That’s right. Take it. Give me that tight pussy.”
“There’s more?” I whisper.
He chuckles then flexes his hips, driving home.
I see stars. Beautiful, brilliant, blissful stars.
“Giddyap.”
When I don’t move—how can I when it feels this phenomenal?—he takes charge, bouncing me, forcing me to take him completely. Intense pleasure rolls over me.
“Come on. Teach me. Show me what to do.”
I tighten my thighs into his body and begin to move. A slow, upward drag. An abrupt drop into oblivion. Up and down, up and down, like I’m a jockey on a horse that’s headed for the win.
I feel him everywhere. His warm chest brushing against mine, his cock not just inside of me, but a part of me. My entire body begins to shake.
Close. I’m so close ...
“For shite’s sake, no.” Finn grunts. He batters up into me, once, twice, three times.
“Yes, Finn. That’s exactly what to do.”
