“Take it, baby. I can handle it,” Finn assures me, his hands flying to my ass cheeks and squeezing. He makes me jump on his cock, our mutual efforts quickly becoming too much for me.
“Oh, God.” My fingers dip between my legs, the pleasure reaching unparalleled levels as I play with myself without a sliver of shame. Finn can’t seem to tear his eyes away, his jaw flexing as I flick my clit in circles.
He shocks me by rising off the bed. My legs close around his waist instantly, my stomach clenching as he fucks me while standing up, hands smacked on my ass cheeks for support. I pick up speed with every thrust.
“Fuck, Dia, slow down,” he says, his voice a guttural plea.
“I thought you said you could handle it,” I tease, rocking my hips harder.
A wicked smile playing on his lips, he arches an eyebrow. “Not sure I like your attitude, Gem.”
“Yeah?” I lean forward to bite his earlobe. “What are you going to do about it?”
I shriek when Finn pulls out of me without a warning, carries me to the bed, and pins me facedown against the mattress. My nails claw at the sheets from the moment he drives himself inside me from behind.
“Yes!” I cry out, backing up into his pelvis and making him groan. Finn resumes fucking me into the mattress until I can hardly speak.
“What? No snarky comment?” he taunts, gripping my waist as he rams himself inside me. “Where did that smart fucking mouth go?” He slaps my ass as punishment, making me flinch, and I damn near fall apart when I feel his thumb circling my asshole.
“Finn?” I tense up.
“Relax, baby.”
Then he’s pushing his thumb into my asshole. Just a tad. I don’t even think it’s fully in, but it’s enough to drive me completely insane.
“Oh, God.” I whimper into the sheets as he starts to finger my ass. It hurts a smidge, but his arm snaking under me to find my swollen clit allows for a change of sensation. Finn rubs me in strong and speedy circles for a few minutes, his thumb and cock stretching both of my holes over and over.
An earth-shattering orgasm overtakes me in a matter of seconds.
“There she is.” I can practically hear his victorious smirk as I squirm beneath him. “Milk my cock. That’s a good girl.”
His dirty talk tips me over the edge, and I come undone, roping Finn into an orgasm of his own. His thrusts become sloppy and demanding as he twists my hair around his fist and moves in and out of me furiously.
He’s unloading inside me a split second later. I’m stuck in a daze, in a far, faraway land where I can’t be reached when he pulls out, lies back on his bed, and ushers me into his arms.
We stay like that, sweaty bodies pressed to one another, for over thirty minutes. We kiss, we laugh, we relish in the aftermath of our orgasms. It’s almost perfect.
Almostbeing the keyword here.
“Not to ruin the moment, but I smell like semen,” I whisper into his neck, and Finn lets out a breathy laugh.
“I’ll get our shower started.” He kisses my nose and pauses. “Everything but you,” he says before rising off the bed and throwing on a pair of sweatpants.
“Everything but you,” I reply.
My gaze shadows him inside the bathroom connected to his room, a big, dopey smile on my face. He’s just disappeared inside the bathroom when I decide to check my phone.
I spot it on the floor, next to my clothes. I have three messages from Aveena. And two from a number I don’t recognize. Curious, I tap the stranger’s messages, my eyes skimming over the most horrifying words I’ve ever read in my life…
Unknown Number:This happened last night.
Unknown Number:I’m so sorry.
There’s a video attached in the conversation.
And the thumbnail?
The thumbnail is my worst nightmare.