Page 132 of Finn Rhodes Forever

“Fuck,” I murmured, tilting my hips with the movement of his hand. Heat coursed through my blood.

He hummed, smiling down at me. So confident. I’d always been such a sucker for that arrogant, devilish grin.

“Cocky,” I gritted out. “So cocky.”

“Your words don’t have the same bite when you’re on the brink of coming, baby.” He added a second finger, letting the heel of his palm bump against my clit with every stroke. My head tipped back as I clenched around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He chuckled, watching my face with undivided attention. “I know how to make you come. I’ve had so much time to think about it, replay every memory. I thought about all the things I’d do once you were mine.”

God, his hand. My eyes fell closed and snapped open, meeting his, and his eyes lit up with something pleased and powerful.

“Do you like it like this, Olivia?” he asked in a low voice. “Do you like being underneath me, pinned down and pleasing me like this?”

“Whatever,” I gasped, because I felt like playing with fire.

He removed his fingers, stroked lazily up and down my seam, and I growled. His chest shook with laughter.

“Say it, baby.”

“Fine. Yes, I like it.”

“Good girl.” His fingers slipped back inside me, stroking harder, firmer, faster, and I squirmed as pressure grew low in my belly. “You look so pretty when you’re under me like this. So pretty when you’re about to come on my fingers.”

It danced at the edge of my consciousness, closing in, ready to burst open inside of me. Finn’s heel pressed my clit harder and my eyes widened.

“That’s it.” He nodded. “There you go. Almost there. I can feel you getting ready to come, baby. You’re tightening up on my fingers and you are so, so wet for me. You’re doing so fucking well.”

My back arched as the heat and pressure built between my legs, and his gaze raked down my body before he dropped his head to suck on an aching nipple.

White light burst in my vision as I came around his fingers, squeezing and clenching. He murmured encouragement in my ear while wringing pleasure from me, and when I floated back to earth, I was breathing hard.

Finn lifted his fingers to his mouth and let out a low groan as he licked them off. My pussy fluttered again at the sight.

“Great. Nice work.” He smiled at me. “That’s one.”

I moaned and he chuckled.

“What’s the magic number, Olivia?”

I was still catching my breath. “Three?” God, I hoped one of those times was with him inside me. His hands and his mouth did delicious things but after today, it wasn’t enough.

“Three.” He dipped his head and sucked the spot beneath my ear, the one that always made me squirm for him.

His fingers trailed up and down my thighs as he kissed me. The orgasm had taken the edge off my urgency but the desire in Finn’s movements, the way he kissed me so deeply, how his hands worked my breasts, slid a heavy ache between my thighs, and soon I was panting and tilting my hips for more.

He let go of my wrists over my head as he shifted down, pushing my legs further apart, and buried his face between my legs. With his tongue, he dragged a line up my seam, making me buck against his face.

Thank fuck we were in the middle of nowhere, because the volume at which I moaned Finn’s name would have woken up the entire town.

“Fuck,” I gasped at the soft, dizzying sensation of his tongue on my clit. “Finn.”

“Mhm.” He did it again, clamping a roped forearm over my hips to hold me down. “You taste so good. So sweet, baby. I fuck my fist daily to the memory of my tongue between your legs.”

The image of me bent over the bar, open for him while his tongue worked me, sent a wave of heat to my center. Finn let out a low laugh.

“You just got so wet,” he whispered before he slipped his fingers inside me.

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