Page 111 of Finn Rhodes Forever

I chuckled. “Good. That wasn’t so hard.” My free hand skimmed her breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples until she whined. I worked her pussy harder, stroking and massaging and fucking her with my hand until I felt the first flutters.

“There you go. Look at you.” She arched, pressing her breast into my hand, eyes clenched tightly closed as she squeezed me between her thighs. One of her hands came to my cock, jerking me, and the other gripped my forearm as I pinched her nipple tighter.

Her eyes opened and locked on me, hazy and fucking beautiful. “Gonna come,” she managed.

“Yes, you are.” Smug pride burst in my chest.

“You’re so good at this.”

“I know.”

She bit her lip. “Asshole.”

I grinned, swirling pressure on her clit, and she fell over the cliff, twisting and squirming, bucking on my hand. She squeezed my cock at the base and I scrambled to hold on to control. Her muscles spasmed around me as she gasped my name, and I felt like a king, doling out pleasure to her like this. Her thighs were slippery with her arousal.

I could come from watching her shatter like this.

My hands came to her hips and in a swift movement, I flipped her onto her stomach.

“You sent me that voice note of you coming on your fingers, gasping my name, because you wanted me to fuck you hard.” I slid her dress up, baring her ass. My hands squeezed her soft skin. “Didn’t you?”

She squirmed, pushing into my hands.

“Didn’t you.”

“Yes,” she gasped, and I gave her a sharp smack on the ass. She moaned.

“Brat.” I slapped her ass again, watching her writhe. “Such a fucking brat.” I dragged the head of my cock up and down her pussy, coating myself with her arousal.

“Finn, please.” Her fingers clutched the duvet and I felt her shudder.

“Please what?”

“Again.”

“Beg. Me.”

“Asshole,” she gasped with frustration.

A low laugh slipped out of me as I rubbed up and down the smooth skin of her ass, pushing her dress higher. She looked so good like this, dress hitched up and ready for me to fuck her.

Years of her hating me, wanting nothing to do with me, while I missed her and hated myself, and now this.

“Beg me.” My tone was cruel but I’d give her what she wanted. As soon as she gave me an ounce of what I’d needed for years. “Ask me like you mean it.”

She growled and glared at me over her shoulder, and my mouth twitched with amusement. “Fuck me right now.”

My blood crackled with electricity. “No.” She made a noise like a pissed off cat and I chuckled. “You were always so much fun to play with.”

“Finn—”

I lay down on the bed beside her and gestured for her to climb on top of me. “Come here.”

Slowly, she raised herself up and crawled over me, limp and boneless. My fingers threaded into her hair and I kissed her, sucking her tongue gently and running my hands through her silky hair. Her hand drifted to the back of my neck, toying with my hair, lighting up my nerves.

We were so fucking good together. Sex had never been like this with anyone but Liv.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Liv,” I murmured. “So perfect. So good at coming for me.”

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