“So good,” I groan out, loud and hungry. “Give it to me, Finn.”
His hand lands on my face, and he holds my cheek and feels my stubble as he strokes across my rim. “Riley,” he says, and pushes in, entering me briefly before pulling out again. “It’s you.”
I grimace, meeting his thrust with my ass, trying to take him deeper. “It’s you,” I say back.
I thought I had lost my pen pal, and maybe Finn, too. But I have them both, right here, skin to skin.
He thrusts harder, now fully in me, deeper with every gasp. I give myself over to him, overcome with how sexy he is fucking me, driving me toward an orgasm while he plows into my meaty ass. Finn’s hand drags from my cheek to my lips, and I realize I’m sucking his fingers, licking them and groaning. Uninhibited and free.
“Harder, harder, harder.” I can barely hear my own voice, but Finn’s moans are music in my ears.
“Gonna cum,” he says, his voice trembling.
“Inside me,” I say as I release my knees, find my dick and start pumping, ready to claim my orgasm. “Want to feel you deep.”
Our bodies tangle. Finn buries himself in me, and I squeeze my ass, clenching around his hot, hard dick. The world vibrates, threatening to come apart, like the dimensional divide really is breaking.
Finn calls out my name, loud and clear, and jerks as he climaxes and cums hard inside me.
My balls draw up tight, and I launch an orgasm all over my chest. “You,” I groan out as I spasm and shoot. “It’s you.”
When he collapses in my arms, no confusion or doubt remains in my mind.
It’s always been Finn, and it always will be.
