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I slide my fingers beneath the lace. She gasps.
“Fine,” she huffs. “I don’t think it would be bad. I know it wouldn’t.”
I grin, cupping her, circling her clit, already soaked.
“Fuck, temptress.”
I press one finger into her. “Are you going to be a good girl and quit working here?”
“I—I... fuck. Finn. More.”
I growl. “You are not in control. Answer, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“I already quit. This is my last night. But I need to make five thousand for Paulie before close.”
I thrust three fingers deep. Her moan breaks in the back of her throat.
“Done. I’ll get it for you. Consider this your resignation bonus.”
She squeezes her eyes shut. I curl my fingers inside her, stroking her G-spot until my palm is drenched.
“We could have so much fucking fun, Stephanie. If you’d just stop pretending.”
Her eyes snap open.
“This isn’t anything,” she mutters, but even she doesn’t believe it.
I keep going. “Really?”
She moans louder.
“Nothing?” I press, setting a merciless pace.
It’s almost amusing how her brain is telling her one thing, yet her body is completely deceiving her. Her body is mine.
“I want to hear you moaning my name. Scream it, and I’ll let you come. Right here. In this parking lot. Like the filthy little slut you are.”
Her hips rock against my hand. I press my thumb to her clit.
“Finn—”
It slices through me. Her voice. My name.
“Louder.”
She trembles, panting, fists clenching like she wants to break free, maybe to run, maybe to stay forever.
“Finn, Finn, Finn—oh my?—”
She shouts it as she unravels, and I crash my mouth over hers, swallowing her cries as she comes, her entire body shaking against mine.
Only I get to own the cries of my wife as she comes.Mine.
“Not too bad, right?” I ask, pulling back, loosening my grip on her wrists but keeping my fingers buried in her.
She smirks. “Pretty good, I suppose.”
I nod. Slowly, I slide my hand out, then grab her jaw and shove my fingers into her mouth until she gags.
