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Finn shudders, his breath stuttering like I’ve just ripped the air from his lungs. His cock jolts, and I chuckle darkly, dragging my mouth back down his body, this time not stopping.

I give him what he begged for.

Chapter eleven

Finn

Foxx’smouthishotand wet, and I’m gone.

My back arches, but I don’t dare move too much, not when he’s got my hips pinned down with strong, unforgiving hands, not when I can feel his control in every touch.

I want to fuck up into his mouth, chase that friction, but I can’t. He won’t let me. And it’s everything I had no idea I wanted. To give up control for one night, to have him push me over the edge when he says so. I’m into it.I’m so fucking into it.

I curse, my breaths coming in short gasps as his tongue drags along the underside of my cock, making me appreciate every second of this pleasure.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I moan, my body shaking with the effort to stay still.

He hums against me, and the vibration makes me see stars.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

I suck in a deeper, needier breath. My knuckles ache from holding the sheets, because if I touch him, if I grab his hair and shove him down onto my cock like I want to, I don’t know whathe’ll do. I don’t want him to stop; I want him to make me feel good. His pace is torturous, taking me deep and slow, with long, hard strokes, then pulling back just before I can get too close. Over and over, driving me insane.

“Foxx—” I whimper, voice cracking. “I can’t.”

He pulls off with a filthypop, his breath dusting against my soaked sensitive skin, and when I lift my head to look at him, I swear I’m fucking dreaming.

He’s smirking, lips slick and swollen, his eyes alive and full of desire.

“You can,” he growls, dragging his tongue up my length again, watching the way I fall apart beneath him, those hooded eyes capturing mine. “You come when I let you come.”

I want to come down his throat, want to lose myself in the way he’s ruining me.

But he’s not giving it to me yet. He’s playing, edging me, and I’ve never been so turned on. I let out a helpless, choked sound, so fucking desperate, but Foxx just chuckles, his fingers flexing on my hips before moving to squeeze my ass. God, I want him there. I want him to stretch me with that thick cock of his. I thicken in his mouth at the thought, and he stops. Licking his lips, he tilts his head, studying me. “What did you just think about? I felt it in your body. Something crossed your mind.”

I whimper again. Am I about to lay it all out there for him? “I thought about you fucking my ass.” Yes, apparently, I am.

He stills, and I see his eyes flash with something feral. He releases a steady breath, and I’m a micro-second away from breaking down and crying because I need to come so damn badly. “We need to work on those manners before that happens,” he hisses, and for a second, I regret not giving in to him sooner, but then his eyes grow hazier, and I can tell he’s imagining it happening between us. “But I don’t have time to get you ready before we both explode.”

His tongue peeks out and flicks over the head of my cock, then his lips close around me, sucking hard, fast, relentless, the tip of me hitting the back of his throat with ease. My eyes roll back, moans flying from my throat. Fuck, he’s a dream. His fingers slide lower, rolling my heavy balls in his hand, I realize he’s right; we’re both on the edge here. Well, I know I am, and as much as I want him to fuck me, I need to come more. My whole body is tensed up, drawn tight like it’s waiting for permission to let go.

He pulls off just enough to growl against my tip, and the very faint scratch of his beard against me is nearly my undoing. “Come for me, baby. Make a fucking mess. I want it all.”

Then he swallows me again, deeper somehow, and everything inside me snaps.

Fuck. I come with a sharp, loud cry that feels like it never ends. My hands thread into his hair as I pulse up into his hot mouth, my vision whiting out as he swallows every last bit of my cum.

By the time he pulls off me, my body is a twitching, overstimulated mess. I can’t fucking move. My chest heaves in air, but it never fulfills me, my limbs a dead weight against the mattress, my brain completely fried from what he just did to me. Every nerve in my body is thrumming, a slow, pulsing ache spreading through me, like he wrung me out completely and left me spent and useless.

Foxx sits back on his heels between my legs, running a hand through his hair, his lips still slick, his chest rising and falling in measured breaths. So freaking sexy.

I should move, say something. But I can’t. Plus, I like having his eyes on me.

He moves his fingers up my thigh gently, but there’s something in his eyes that tells me he’s not done with me yet. His lips curve. “You look good in my bed,” he whispers, wrapping his free hand around his still hard cock.

I force my muscles to work, lifting my arms up toward him, hooking my fingers around his neck, tugging him down.

His body shifts over mine, heavy and warm, and his cock nestles against my thigh. Fuck, I want him. Still. Again. More. My lizard brain has been activated here, even after all of that, and it only knows those words.

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