He laughs.
“You want more, baby?” he whispers, his breath fanning my center, and I squirm.
“Fuck you,” I snap.
“You first,” he fires back.
Motherfucker.
“If you want more, take it.” His tongue grazes my clit again.
So, I do.
I let out a curse, grip the back of his head, and bury his face deep in my slit. He replies with a carnal groan I feel in my bones. I understand he wasn’t kidding about earning my forgiveness when he slides his palms under my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh possessively, and sucks my clit into his mouth so hard my hips buck forward.
Good Lord.
It’s raw, and messy, and dirty, but I can’t get enough. I’m clutching his hair between my fingers before I can stop myself, bucking my hips again to give him better access.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face,” he growls, licking me so fast and relentlessly my eyes roll back. My pride kicks in a few seconds later, and I bite down on my lip to smother my moans.
He notices instantly.
“Don’t even think about it. I want to hear you.” Finn’s voice is low, gravelly as he takes the choice away from me and squeezes two fingers inside me, stretching me as punishment.
The more I try to fight back, the harder he goes, pumping his fingers in and out of me and tugging at my clit with his teeth. I can feel his fingers sinking into my waist, marking me with his ownership as he devours me without a smidge of restraint.
“Forgive me. Please forgive me.” He twirls his tongue around me again and again, but I can’t bring myself to answer.
My moan evolves into a complaint when he uses his grasp on my waist to spin me around and pin me facedown against the rug. It feels itchy against my bare skin, but my focus quickly diverts to Finn’s hands slipping between the rug and my body to angle my ass up. I start to panic when I hear him pull down his zipper.
“Finn,” I warn.
“Just trust me.”
On that note, he slaps my ass, drawing a moan out of me, and guides the head of his cock to my core from behind. He’s hot and throbbing and shit, I almost wish he’d push inside me.
Only, he doesn’t.
He just uses his cock to rub me in quick, rough circles. I cast a glance over my shoulder and find his jeans around his knees as he jacks off hard and fast, lustful eyes glued to the show between my legs. His groans of pleasure are the best part. An indescribable feeling soars to life in my stomach as I watch him work us both.
Shit, I’m going to come.
I roll my hips greedily, wanting more friction. His tip inches dangerously close to my entrance with each back and forth of his cock against my clit.
Finn throws his head back with a growl.
“Fucking hell, Dia, how much self-control do you think I have?”
But I can’t help myself.
“Oh, God, yes!” I cry out, the pleasure reaching its apex. I feel him lean over me the next second, his chest blanketing my back as he grits out in my ears,
“Say that you forgive me.”
I don’t say a word.
Truth is, I can’t forgive him until I see who he is when the sun comes up tomorrow. Will he be back to his cruel self?