Page 77 of Finn Rhodes Forever

I did wish, and my wish was coming true.

“Can I touch you?” she gasped. “Please?”

My cock was dripping pre-cum but the second she touched me, I’d be in trouble. “Not yet. Wrap your arms around my neck, baby.”

She looped her arms around me fast, like she was desperate for skin-on-skin contact, and she clung to me as I worked her inner walls. My pulse beat in my ears as her muscles began fluttering around my hand.

“Finn,” she moaned, lips against my throat. “Finn.”

“I knew it. I knew you’d fucking come,” I growled into her hair as she clung harder to my neck. “Deep down, Liv, there’s a good girl in there who wants me to fuck her, isn’t that right?”

She moaned again, wrapping her leg around my hip to let me get deeper. She squeezed tighter and tighter and her hips moved in time with my hands.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself on my hand and let me make you feel good.”

She started nodding and I knew that sign.

“Fuck,” she gasped, head tilting back, and when her eyes opened and met mine, I saw disbelief, wonder, and pure pleasure. Her muscles rippled and clenched my fingers and she let out a long, low moan. “Finn, I’m coming.”

“Yes, yes, yes, there we go,” I murmured into her hair, holding her against me as she clutched my chest. “Touching you is so fucking sweet, Liv. I’m going to come thinking about this for months.”

She bucked and her moans echoed in the bathroom as she rode out her orgasm. Her spasms slowed and she sighed into me, boneless. Under my arm, she caught her breath and tipped her face up, eyes hazy. I pressed my mouth against hers.

“You look so fucking good when you come,” I whispered.

Her hand slipped down between us and wrapped around the base of my cock.

“Oh, shit,” I gasped. She squeezed and my hips bucked in her hand. “Oh, shit. Olivia.”

The corner of her mouth turned up and she watched my face while she stroked. Her other hand came to my balls, lightly rubbing and tugging. Heat coursed through my blood and I watched her face, so studious, careful, and curious as she jerked me off. My arms came up around her head, propped on the tiles while I leaned my forehead against hers and kissed her.

“Oh my fucking god,” I gasped against her mouth.

Liv stroking my cock while we made out in the warm shower was the best thing I’d ever experienced. My thoughts scattered in the air like stars in the sky and my skin felt too hot, too tight, like I couldn’t contain this desire for her.

“We’re going to do this again.” My voice was low and rough. “So many fucking times.”

There was that smug grin on her face again, eyelids at half-mast before her gaze dropped to my cock. That little smile played at her lips while she worked my length, like she was admiring me.

She licked her lips and the idea of her mouth on my cock made me pulse in her hand. A pathetic whimper slipped out of my mouth and I huffed.

“Now who’s going to come?” Liv whispered.

“What did you expect, looking at me like that?” Pressure boiled up my spine as I tried to hold on and my eyes clenched closed. “Been dreaming about your hand on my cock for years.”

“Finn, kiss me.”

My mouth fell to hers and I stroked into her, tasting her, getting my fill of Liv Morgan, the woman of my fucking dreams. Need whipped through me, pressure built in my balls, and with a gasp, I came all over her hand and stomach, moaning her name into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” My head dropped to her shoulder as I caught my breath.

She kept a hand on my chest but moved out from under my arms. My brain was hazy as she opened a bottle of shampoo and gestured for me to lean down so she could reach my hair. Liv washed my hair before I washed hers, and as the water ran down our bodies, I felt a warm, intimate thrum in my chest.

After the shower, we toweled each other off, got dressed, and returned to the living room to watch the movie.

“Come here,” I said, gesturing for Liv to curl up against me.

Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip as her eyes narrowed in hesitation, but a second later, she slumped against me, head on my chest, my arm around her shoulders. I pressed a kiss to the top of her damp hair and she sighed. When the movie was over and Liv didn’t move, breathing a steady rhythm on my chest, I reached for a nearby blanket, turned off the lamp, and settled back on the couch with her sprawled on top of me.

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