Page 134 of Finn Rhodes Forever

“I have a condom downstairs.” His forehead rested on mine and he shifted his hips, dragging his cock up my center, loosing a low moan from my throat as his hot skin rubbed me.

My head jerked side to side. “I’m on the pill and my last checkup came back clear.”

“Me, too.” His jaw was tight.

“We don’t need one.”

“You sure?” he asked in a strained voice.

“Uh-huh.” My free hand wrapped around his waist, pulling his hips toward me as the urgency built inside me. My breathing sped up in anticipation. “Now, Finn. Please.”

He nudged against my entrance and I gasped at the pressure as he pushed inside.

“God,” I managed at the mind-bending burn as he fed his cock into me.

“Fuck, Olivia.” He said my name like he was offended at how good I felt. “So tight.” His head dropped to my shoulder and I felt myself stretch around him. “Fuck, you feel amazing. Better than anything.”

“Oh my god,” I was saying over and over again as the sensation overwhelmed me. “Oh my god, Finn.”

When he was inside me to the hilt, he paused, breathing hard. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

He squeezed his eyes closed. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered. “So difficult not to fuck you hard. I need to move, baby.”

I nodded, dizzy at the intoxicating pressure inside me. Finn retreated before slowly rocking back in. I felt every inch of his thick length, and I made a moaning noise I’d never heard from myself before.

His gaze made my skin tingle, burning so bright as he stroked. My blood coursed with lust. Deep inside me, the spring wound tighter as he moved. As I adjusted, I wanted more. We could do the slow, gentle sex later, but now, I wanted Finn to lose his mind. I wanted to see him fall apart the way I was shattering around him. We’d break each other and start fresh. We’d wash the last twelve years away as we reformed into new people.

“Go hard, Finn. Please.”

Behind his glazed expression, the devilish grin I loved so much flashed, and he jerked a nod. He found a punishing pace and my head tipped back, eyes wide as the pressure swirled around the base of my spine.

“You’re mine,” he managed. “You’ve always been mine.”

His hand slipped into mine, interlacing our fingers. His head fell forward as he thrust into me, and the scrape of his teeth on my shoulder made my head spin. It was his low moan of pleasure in my ear, though, that made me start shaking again. I listened to the hoarse noises slipping out of him, like being inside me was such a sharp ecstasy that he could barely stand it, and felt my climax closing in on me.

“Again,” I gasped before I fell. I gripped his hand as my muscles clenched around him. Heat raced up my spine, my back arched, my feet dug into his ass, and I was vaguely aware that I was saying his name over and over again as every nerve in my body howled with pleasure. Every muscle pulled taut as I shook.

“Gonna come.” Finn’s voice was rough as he fucked me hard. “Gonna come inside you like I’ve always wanted.”

Through my climax, I nodded and met his gaze, mind clouded like we were in a dream. At the center of the universe, it was just the two of us. Finn’s expression turned agonized, wincing with pleasure as he thrust into me hard, shuddering and pulsing inside me.

As we came down together, chests heaving for air, staring at each other with baffled expressions, I knew we were meant to be together.

He collapsed against me and turned to press kisses down my neck. Beside my head, we still clutched each other’s hand, interlaced and connected.

“There’s no one like you,” I whispered to him.

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Finn

“Oh my god,”Olivia moaned into my mouth the next morning as she straddled me on the bench downstairs. My hands were on her tits, her ass, dipping below her waistband to massage her clit while she tugged my hair and scraped her nails down my bare back.

“Can’t get enough of you.” My voice was jagged in her ear as I kissed down her neck. She arched, tilting her head back so I could access the long column of her throat before I pulled her bra down.

The past twelve hours had been a fever dream, a blur of skin, moans, and orgasms. We’d slept a few hours, woken up reaching for each other, and collapsed before repeating it all over again. Now that we had located the flower, the pressure was off and we could enjoy ourselves—and each other—for the rest of the day.

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