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“You’re going to make me come again.”
He laughs against my mouth. “Baby, that’s the point.”
I’ve never heard him call me baby before, and my cock, which has absolutely no business responding to anything at this stage, twitches.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Your body’s begging for me.”
“Yes.”
He removes his fingers.
“Turn around.”
I do it without questioning him. I get onto my belly, and he pulls my hips up until my ass is in the air and my forehead is pressed against my forearm.
I hear the click of the cap again. Then the head of his cock is dragging over my hole, teasing me. My body trembles as I wait to feel him.
“Please.”
“I’ve got you.”
He pushes in slowly at first, every inch filling me perfectly. I don’t even care that I probably sound like a needy, sexed-up bottom.
He bottoms out and stays still for a second, his hand stroking down my spine, then he starts to move.
When he does, he goes straight to Mach 2. Hard, deep, and relentless. My cock is hard again, dragging against the sheets on every thrust. The headboard hitting the wall becomes the soundtrack of my existence.
All I know is Finn’s hips against my ass, his cock filling me over and over, and the sound of my own voice muffled into my forearm.
“Fox.”
“Hmm.”
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want you.”
“What else?”
“I want you to come inside me.”
He curses behind me, and his rhythm falters before he picks it back up.
“Fuck. Fox—”
“Please.”
“Touch yourself.”
I get a hand under me and wrap my fingers around my cock. His thrusts get sharper, deeper, and it doesn’t take more than a few strokes before I come apart for the second time tonight with a broken sound as I bite into my fist.
Finn doesn’t stop.
He pulls out of me, flips me onto my back, and slides back in before I’ve fully caught my breath. His mouth is on mine as he takes my hands and pins them above my head. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him there.
He fucks me through the aftershocks. His forehead drops to mine, and his breath is coming in short, uneven bursts.
“Foster—”
