Page 81 of It's Just You

Finn did the movements with his fingers, circling his hole without actually pushing inside. His hips and legs were shaking, but he didn’t complain, only moaned as he was denied what he so desperately wanted.

“Hmm… You taste so good. I’m addicted to your taste, you know that? I love it. It’s just uniquely you.”

He was getting closer to the end of his rope, and I was too. Fuck, even talking about this had me so hard I was leaking now.

“Finally, I push in with my tongue, tasting you even more. You’re so relaxed, so eager for me that I can go right in. And because I know you want more, need more, I add a finger and push in deeper. So you can feel me, get even more from—”

“Kane! Fuck… I…” Finn panted, now having buried three fingers in his ass. “You’re so good, so… I want to come. Please, I need to come.”

I hadn’t gotten to telling him to add more fingers, but I could totally get behind the idea anyway. “Hmm, so eager for me,” I teased him, even as my hand stroked my own dick. I had to squeeze the base to get my body to back off the edge. “Well, I guess I’ll pull back my fingers and mouth then, and replace them with my cock. It’s so ready for you, demanding I take you. I can shove it in right away… Do you want that, baby?”

“God, yes! Fuck me already!”

Pouring a good amount of lube on my own cock, I started fisting it. “Mm, I can just go in right away. It just takes me one move, and I’m buried all the way inside you. You’re still a little tight, but it’s not hurting. It’s just filling you perfectly, isn’t it, baby?”

Finn was fucking himself harder with his fingers, stretching the hole just like when he took my cock for real. “Kane!” he whined.

“I need a moment to get used to you being that hot and ready, but then I start pushing, fucking you in earnest. This isn’t going to last long because you’re close, and I’m even closer, being in you… I thrust so hard and deep, my balls slapping against yours in the teddy, the feeling and friction just perfect. And I can just look down to see my cock vanishing over and over into your body, the lace shoved obscenely to the side but covering part of your ass and balls, and then…”

Finn grunted, his fingers speeding up. He held himself up just with his shoulder so he could jerk his own cock — not even pushing aside the lace. He grabbed the phone and showed me as he spurted, the white semen seeping through the fabric and making it even dirtier — and more perfect.

I closed my eyes, keeping the image firmly in my mind. With two, three, four hard strokes, I came, too. It raced through me, giving me the release I craved so fucking much. I spurted on myself, covering my own stomach in cum, but in my mind, it was Finn’s, from his orgasm. That made it even better.

Finally, I came down, opening my eyes again.

Finn had gotten onto his back, and he looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “Hey. You’re so damn perfect at that…”

“You too.” And he was probably even more graphic than I was. “Still can’t wait until we can have that every night for real. And cuddle afterwards.” I could hear the longing in my own voice.

Finn didn’t sound like he was doing much better when he replied, “Me too, believe me. But not much longer, then you won’t get rid of me again.”

“As if I’d want that. You’re mine, and I plan on keeping you,” I told him, trying to catch my breath.

“Same here.” His eyes got softer. “I love you so much, Kane.”

“I love you too. Just you. It’s always just been you.”

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