Page 89 of Finn Rhodes Forever

My back arched.

His other hand palmed my ass while he fingered me. “Your ass is so perfect. You look so pretty like this, bent over for me. You’re soaking my hand, Liv, do you know that?”

I was so wet, I could hear his fingers moving in and out of me. Heat twisted between my legs and I moaned. On the bar top, my hands tensed.

Something warm brushed my clit—Finn’s tongue.

“Finn,” I gasped again, eyes wide and unseeing as my hips tilted for more.

“Yeah? Didn’t mind that, huh?”

“God, I hate your stupid, cocky voice.” I groaned. “Do that again.”

I heard his low chuckle before his tongue returned to my clit, swiping lazily, and I winced at how good it was. Warm, liquid and pleasurable. He groaned and drew circles against the tight bud of nerves.

“You taste like heaven, just like I remember. So fucking sweet.”

He pressed harder on my G-spot while the warmth and softness of his tongue made my head spin. My hands pressed harder into the countertop and I squeezed his finger, eager for more. I was going to burst out of my skin.

I moaned. “Please.”

“Please, what?” His words were muffled against my pussy and his breath tickled me.

God, I could picture his stupid grin right now. A fading part of my brain snarled at his smug, satisfied tone. The rest of me needed release. “Please, let me come,” I moaned, forehead on the bar. “Please, Finn.”

He straightened up and I missed the heat of his mouth on me immediately. I groaned with frustration.

“Call me baby.”

“Baby,” I gasped. Anything. Anything to come.

“Say this means something.”

“What?” I lifted my head.

His hands were off me immediately. “You want me to stop?”

“No. Fuck, no.” My cheek returned to the bar, and a moment later, his hand came to the back of my neck, gentle but firm.

“Say. It. Means. Something.” His voice was sandpaper, gritty and rough. “Say this is special. I’m yours, Liv, and I want to hear it.” His thumb stroked the side of my neck and I shuddered. His gaze weighed me down while I was bent over the counter for him. “Make it convincing this time.”

My mind swirled, fixated on the pleasure between my legs, just out of grasp.

“It means something.” His finger swiped my clit and I bucked. “It’s special.” Another slick swipe, making my hips shake. “Oh, fuck, I’m so close, Finn.”

“Keep talking.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours, Finn. Please make me come. Please.”

His fingers moved back and forth too slow, holding merightat the edge. Was this how I died? I couldn’t stay here forever, I was tearing apart at the seams as his fingers glided over my sensitive nerves.

“Are you my good girl?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to come on my fingers?”

“Uh-huh.” God, I wasn’t even fighting it anymore. That girl I used to be, the one who put up barriers, she was miles away.

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