Page 91 of Finn Rhodes Forever

I moaned, sinking into his warmth, face against his shirt, huffing in his scent. He lifted his hand and sucked the wetness off his fingers with a low groan.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

I’d be thinking about that later, his expression as he tasted my orgasm on his hand. I tilted my face up and gave him a lazy smile. He stared down at me like I was everything to him. The fierce, possessive look in his eyes burned me, and my hand came to the front of his pants.

His lips parted as I stroked his thick length through his jeans.

Finn had big dick energy because he had a big dick. I remembered how it felt that night, filling me, stretching me, pushing into me and eventuallydrivinginto me. My mouth watered and my hands came to his belt, holding eye contact with him.

His eyes darkened. One of his brows arched, and I shot him my own wicked smile. He leaned against the counter, hands braced at either side while I fumbled with his belt. The bastard wouldn’t even help me, wanted to watch me struggle, and even though that was kind of fucked, I liked it.

I liked that he was in charge.

Fuck. I’d deal with that later. I got his belt undone, slipped my hand in and wrapped it around his straining length.

He made a noise in his throat, watching me with that dark, hot, hungry expression. I squeezed the base and he groaned, long and low.

“Take your shirt off,” I whispered. “I want to see you while I suck your cock.”

His eyes darkened further, and the corner of his mouth turned up. “Say please.”

Asshole. I stroked his length. His skin was like fire, so warm. “Please.”

He reached over his head and pulled the shirt off, messing up his hair, making me smile. I lowered to my knees and he swore. His cock was long, thick, and beading with pre-cum.

“You look so good on your knees, Liv.” His eyelids drooped. “Dreamed about this.”

I held his gaze, watching the flare of heat in his eyes as I licked the drop off the tip.

He bit his lip and shook his head slowly. “Don’t you dare torture me, baby. I’ve been so patient.”

I shot him a little smile and nodded. “You have.” I licked a long line up his cock and he shuddered.

His hand came to the back of my head and without a word, I opened my mouth and let him push between my lips. He groaned, head falling back as I took him to the back of my throat.

“My fuckinggod, Liv. Your mouth.”

I let my tongue run up the bottom of his shaft as my mouth bobbed back and forth, slow at first while I kept my gaze on him. The ink on his abs rippled, tightening as he watched me. His hand rested on the back of my head, letting me lead, light enough pressure to make me wet all over again. To remind me that he was in charge.

I slipped my tongue over the sensitive tip and he groaned again. His other hand came to the back of my head.

“Yes, baby. Like that.” His head fell back before he snapped it up, eyes trained down at me on my knees for him. “You’re so pretty with my cock between your lips.”

Pleasure weaved through my veins and I sucked, hollowing out my cheeks, taking his length in my mouth while his chest heaved.

He let out a sharp laugh. “Not going to last when you look and feel like that.”

I hummed an acknowledgement, grinning around him, and stroked his base harder while I took him deeper.

“Liv.” His voice was strained. His fingers dug into my scalp and his hips began to shuttle back and forth, and we found a rhythm as he fucked my mouth with his thick length.

I loved every second of it. I loved having him at my mercy, even for those few moments.

“Gonna come,” he gritted out, watching me with furrowed brows and a tight jaw.

No wicked grin in sight, I noticed.

His expression turned to agony and disbelief as his abs tensed and he came in my mouth. His low, drawn-out groan was the best thing I’d ever heard.

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