At the start, he dominated me, and it scared me.

Now, I see that submitting to what Finn wants to do is part of the game. Having someone tell you how they are going to touch you is freeing.

I don’t have to think about anything.

My only job is to lie back and let him explore.

He presses the flat of his tongue against me, flicking the apex of my thighs, and I buck into his mouth. He sucks and flicks and licks until my thighs shake, and I can’t hold it back anymore.

My body gushes with relief, and Finn laps it all up.

While I’m still reeling from the orgasm, he crawls over me and positions himself at my opening.

But I want to make him feel the way I do. I want him to clear his head of everything except pleasure. So, I press on his chest until he relents and rolls over onto the mattress.

I hook my knee over his hips, grab him by the base, and slide onto him the way I have so many times before. Still, every time it feels new and thrilling.

Finn grabs my hips and watches as I roll my body over him. I lean back, hands on his thighs, and ride him, taking control of the depth and the speed.

I grab his hands from my hips and bring them to my chest, moaning when he pinches my nipples between his fingers and flicks my sensitive buds.

“Holy shit,” he moans as I increase the speed. “Fuck me. Like that. Yes.”

I never get tired of hearing him lose control. I never get tired of watching his face scrunch in pleasure or seeing his eyes go wide with release. Making someone like Finn lose his composure for even a minute is always an achievement, and I revel in the glory.

Our bodies slide together, brushing me in all the right spots, and I’m so close to my second climax.

“Tell me I’m yours,” I moan, planting my hands on his chest. “Tell me.”

Finn sits up and grabs my ass with both hands. “You’re mine, baby. You’re mine.”

He pulls me onto him harder and faster, and I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him against my chest, crying out as my body peaks, as the orgasm shudders through me.

“You’re mine,” Finn groans again. I feel him tense beneath me and then release, his body twitching.

We slowly ride out the waves of our pleasure until he lays me back on the bed and kisses the tension from my muscles. He kisses his way up my body to my mouth, and then brushes my hair from my face and smiles.

“You’re mine, Lily DeVry,” he breathes. “All mine.”

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