Page 43 of Finn

“Fuck,” she moans, pushing against my hand.

I drop to my knees, lifting one of her legs and placing her foot on my shoulder. Her dripping pussy even with my mouth. I press my tongue against her, licking long and hard up to her clit. My fingers dig into her ass as I pull her against my face. I attack her pussy. Biting, sucking, licking. Bringing her close to release, and once I know she’s there, I drop her leg and stand up, wiping my mouth.

“You wanna forget how my mouth feels on your greedy pussy?” I ask, dropping my jeans and boxers to the floor.

“Stop fucking teasing me,” she groans, running her hands up my chest and down my arms.

I can’t stop, though. I want her to understand that shit isn’t always easy and you don’t always get what you want. If she can’t handle that, she can’t handle this life.

I step out of her reach and grab my cock, stroking it as I stare at her. “You wanna forget what it feels like to have my cock buried deep inside you? What it feels like when I’m fucking you hard and fast or slow and steady, ripping your orgasm from you. You wanna forget the ache you feel after I’ve fucked you so many times it’s difficult to sit?”

Her eyes are heavy with arousal as she looks at me. “You think teasing me is gonna make me respect you?” she says, stepping closer to me.

“No, baby, I don’t,” I whisper.

She wraps her hand around mine, and we both stroke my cock. “So, fuck me,” she says.

I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Her back crashes against the wall, and I rub my thick cock against her aching pussy. “You wanna forget what it feels like to give over control to me? You wanna forget how it feels when my jealousy takes over, or my possessiveness claws its way out? You wanna quick fuck before you forget all about me? About us?”

I slam into her, and she screams in shock and relief. “Finn, please,” she groans, frustrated because I’m not moving.

She tries moving her hips, but I hold them tightly against the wall. “You can’t always have what you want. Do you understand that?” I ask, sucking on the delicate skin of her neck.

“Oh God, yes,” she moans.

I circle my hips, and she digs her nails into my back. “You can’t know club information, no matter who it’s about. You can’t question my every fucking move. You can’t second guess my decisions. You promised me you wouldn’t, or is that something you wanna forget too?”

She drags her nails down my back, and I begin to pound into her. Hard and fast, trying to fuck out the anger we’re both feeling.

“Yes, fuck, I need more,” she cries out.

I bring her to the couch and release her, turning her around. I push her over the arm and smack her ass until it glows a pale pink while she cries out. “Do you want this, Mia, or do you wanna walk away?” I ask, slamming my hard cock into her needy pussy. I wrap my fist in her hair, pulling her head back as I drive into her. I nip her ear as I rub her sensitive clit. “Tell me, baby. What do you want?”

Her moans are loud, her cries are louder, and when I smack her sore ass again, her scream is deafening. “Fuck, I want you, Finn. I don’t want to forget anything, ever,” she shouts.

I flip her around and sit her on the arm of the couch. My hand wraps around her throat, and her eyes widen slightly, but when I push my dick back inside her wet heat, she relaxes against me. I push her back so her back is on the couch, but her ass is on the arm, her legs wide, and pussy ready for me. I keep my hand around her throat as I plow into her. The faster I go, the louder her moans echo around me.

I tighten my hold on her throat as I fuck her hard, deep, and fast. “You trust me not to cut off your ability to breathe, right?” She nods her head, and I smirk. “Your ability to breathe will always be in my hands. Do you understand? I do what I do to protect you.” I tighten my hold as I rub her clit. Her eyes close as her mouth opens, trying to get a deep breath. “Let your anger and worries go with your orgasm.”

I let go of her throat, and she takes a deep breath, snapping her eyes open when I smack her clit. “Fuck,” she cries out.

I feel her tightening on me, and I smack her sensitive bundle again before rubbing it hard and fast. “You want this, baby? You want all of it?”

“Yes, oh God, yes, Finn,” she moans.

At this point, I don’t even know if we’re talking about fucking or trust. But I know she wants both as much as I do, and that’s what matters.

“Oh, fuck Mia, you feel so good. Your greedy pussy is so hot and wet,” I groan, digging my fingers into her hips.

“I’m gonna come,” she moans, arching her back off the couch.

Her orgasm rips through her, and she’s squeezing me so tight I can’t fight mine off. It tears through me so hard and fast that I clench my teeth together as I shake with the overwhelming feeling.

When we both recover, I pull her up and wrap my muscular arms around her. I kiss the top of her head and sigh. “Losing you isn’t something I want to face. When you get pissed about things that are out of my control, I need to find that control.”

Her hold tightens on me, and she kisses my chest. “I know, and I’m sorry. This is where I want to be. I want to be with you. I don’t want to have to remember your touch because I want it every day. I’ll stop questioning things. All I ask is that you tell me what you can. Alright?”

I pull away and tuck a piece of blonde hair behind her ear. “Deal, baby.”

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