Page 110 of Finn Rhodes Forever

My blood pumpedin my ears as I prowled toward her, slamming her bedroom door behind me. She jumped and her pretty lips parted. They were swollen like she’d been biting them.

Thatvoice note. Holy fuck. I had almost disintegrated, listening to it in my apartment.

“You little tease.” I crawled over her on the bed and she fell back against the pillows, hair wild. On her neck, her pulse fluttered. I dropped my head down to lick it, and her breath caught under my tongue. “You look so fucking hot in this dress. The second I saw you in it, I thought about bending you over, flipping it up, and fucking you hard.”

A moan slipped out of her and I dragged my mouth across her skin, down her neck until I hit the spot between her neck and shoulder. My teeth grazed her. Between my legs, her thighs pressed together.

“Finn,” she breathed.

“What’s the matter?” I crooned, sliding a palm up her smooth, soft thigh. “I thought you already took care of yourself.”

The needy heat in her eyes stirred everything up in me, made me want to tear her dress off and sink right into her tight, wet pussy.

I lowered my hips to notch myself between her and her mouth fell open as my thick length pressed against her. “Yeah.” I nodded. “That’s from your dirty little voice note.”

Her eyes glazed and she bit back a smile.

“Fuck, you’re bad.” My fingers threaded into her hair and I kissed her, coaxing her mouth open before running my tongue over hers. She moaned into my mouth and my cock twitched.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I groaned as her sweet words shredded what was left of my control. The soft brush of her lips, her tongue against me, it undid me. She lifted her hips, rubbing against me, desperate and needy, and that last thread inside me snapped.

I dragged a breath in. “You’re mine. You said it yourself.”

She nodded, eyelids heavy. My hand moved up her inner thigh until I felt the wetness slicked over her thighs. She wasn’t lying earlier about no panties. Jesus Christ, when she had said that, I felt the pre-cum dripping from my cock. My fingers found her clit and I stroked as lightly as I could. She was swollen, hot, and still soaked. Her eyes fell closed as I massaged her with increasing pressure.

“Finn,” she moaned.

“I love when you say my name, baby. I went so long without hearing it.”

Under her dress, I slipped a finger inside her, locating the ridged spot that made her go insane with need. Like last time, it was easier to find after she’d come once. I pressed it and she gasped.

“Take your tits out,” I demanded, watching as she slipped the shoulders of her dress down and pulled her bra cups down, revealing her gorgeous breasts. “Fuck, I love these,” I groaned out, watching them as she arched. I leaned down to suck a stiff nipple into my mouth, rolling the peak between my lips and teeth, and a low, guttural noise scraped out of her throat.

She was perfect with her walls down like this.

I added a second finger, making the slowcome hithermotion on her G-spot, thumb skating over her clit. With my other hand, I pulled myself out of my jeans and stroked my length while I stared down at her.

“You look so good like this, ready to come on my fingers,” I told her. I wore a wicked smile as I urged her toward her orgasm. “Come on.”

She clung to my gaze, eyes heavy and chest heaving for air as I stroked her, stroked myself. She watched my cock and the lazy, languid way I touched myself. Pre-cum appeared at the tip and I wiped it off with my thumb.

“Open.” It wasn’t a question.

Her lips parted and I slipped my thumb between them. Her tongue swirled and heat twisted around my spine, making my cock jump. She made a pleased humming noise.

“Good girl.” Her pussy tightened around my fingers. “You love being called that, don’t you? You love pleasing me.” I worked my fingers harder, massaging her inside and out, and she moaned.

“Finn.”

“Say you love it.” My voice teased as I pulled back on the pressure, dangling what she wanted just out of reach.

“Finn.” Frustration dripped off her voice and I laughed, low and dark.

Jesus, she was so warm and wet, I could have done this forever. “Say you love pleasing me.”

“I love pleasing you,” she admitted in a rush, slicking my hand again.

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