Page 43 of Falling for Finn

I hit her with a deadpan stare, unsure of what the hell that means. “I’m thirty-four and live in the middle of nowhere. Frozen dinners wouldn’t be enough for my appetite.”

Her eyes widen. “Thirty-four? Damn. Youareold.”

“Excuse me?” I strut toward her. “You sound like I should be getting the senior citizen discount at the diner. Can you even legally buy alcohol?”

She snorts, bracing herself against the counter as I stand between her parted legs.

“I’ve been buying booze for two years, thank you. And remember, you’ve chosen to act like a grumpy old man.”

Her smug smile makes me grin.

“Always with that smart mouth.” I grip her hips and close the gap between us, then bury my face in her neck. “I’m about to prove to you what anold manis capable of doing,” I whisper against her ear. “Hope you can keep up, City Girl.”

Without warning, I yank her towel knot and watch it fall to the floor. Then I grab under her thighs and lift her. She yelpswhile clinging to my shoulders, and I set her down on the counter.

“That’s cold!” she hisses.

“You’re not going to notice in about five seconds, sweetheart.” I kiss down her throat, then capture one nipple between my teeth and gently suck. I palm her other breast, massaging and flicking her nipple with my thumb.

“Mmm…” Her head falls back with a moan as she grips the edge of the counter to steady herself. She’s about to have to hold on for her life.

“Your tits are perfect,” I tell her, tempted to leave my marks all over her skin. I slide my tongue between them, giving both attention.

“That feels good,” she murmurs as her ragged breaths echo between us.

“Spread your legs for me so I can make you feel even better.” I inch my way down her smooth skin.

Once she does, I step back and take in the view. Oakley on my kitchen counter with her thighs wide open, her bare pussy waiting for my tongue, is a sight to see. The need to taste her is nearly unbearable as my erection pokes against the towel, dying to get back inside her. But that can wait because I need to taste every inch of her first.

“You changing your mind or what, Country Boy?” She pops a brow as she impatiently waits.

“Are you rushing me?” I slide a finger down between her breasts and stop at her clit.

Her jaw drops. “Says the one who’s always in a hurry!”

I smirk because she’s not wrong. “My need for consistency and staying on schedule is about to pay off.” Flashing her a wink, I lower to my knees.

As soon as I make my way to her center, Oakley gasps and tangles her fingers in my hair. She tastes like fresh soap andvanilla. I inhale her sweetness, hoping it’ll be embedded in my mind long after she’s gone.

“Holy shit, right there.” She arches her hips toward me as I continue to devour her delicious cunt.

Her breathing grows heavy, and I know her impending release is about to shatter through her. Before she comes, I slide two fingers inside her tight pussy and twist in deep.

“God, yes!” She thrashes against me as I focus on the rhythm of my tongue. Her thighs tighten around my head as she rides my face. And as soon as her breathing stops, I know she’s there.

Oakley screams through her orgasm, coating my fingers as she climbs to heaven, and I taste her sweet arousal.

When I lean back, I admire how breathtakingly gorgeous she is. Her glowy just-fucked skin and hooded eyes have me itching to get back inside her already.

“Well, I’m full now,” I taunt, getting to my feet and brushing my lips to hers.

“You’re funny,” she deadpans, still struggling for air. “Now remove your towel.”

I arch a brow in amusement, thrusting my hips toward her so she can feel how hard she makes me. I slowly do as she says.

“Just know, this is the only time I’ll allow you to boss me around,” I warn, grabbing my shaft and stroking it as she spreads wider.

“Keep telling yourself that.” She licks her lips because she knows she’s right. Considering she sneaks into my bed every night, and she knows I’m weak for her, I don’t have a defense.

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