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But when I crash, he’ll also be right there to catch me.
He needs this.
I need this.
I’m ready.
The corner of Finn’s lips turn up and I realize I must have said that last part out loud. Still resting with his elbows on his knees he raises a brow, waiting for me to follow his instructions. I take my jacket off, followed by my black Converse and socks. Remembering my glasses are still tucked on top of my head from earlier, and I gently set those on top of Finn’s dresser. I peel out of my jeans and vintage T-shirt and stand back in my original spot by the door in nothing but a simple black lace bra and matching underwear.
“I said, strip. That means all of it.” Finn’s raspy command causes heat to pool in my belly. His light accent is more present than usual. When any of them get worked up, it comes out to play, and to say it does things to me is a massive understatement. The three of them could read an instruction manual when they get like this, and I would probably be wet.
Not probably. Definitely.
I unhook the front clasp of my bra and toss it on my pile of clothes. Sliding my underwear over my ass, I let them pool on the floor around my feet. The cool air of the room tickles the wetness between my thighs. My eyes find Finn again, and he nods towards the black lace. “Pick those up.”
I do as he says.
“Now, put them in your mouth.”
My eyes immediately widen and my breath stills. He can’t be serious? He wants me to put my dirty panties . . . in my mouth?
“Don’t make me tell you twice, Harper.”
You can do this, Harp.”
Taking a deep breath, I part my lips and ball up the piece of lace. Shakily, I bring my hand to my mouth and slide them in. The taste of my arousal coats my tongue.
“Good girl. Now, crawl to me.”
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Finn
After only another brief moment of hesitation, Harper drops to her knees. She bends forward so she’s on all fours, her breasts hanging beneath her, and she starts to crawl toward me.
My Harper.
My good fucking girl.
I sit up straight as she reaches me. Once she’s between my legs, she sits back on her heels and places her palms flat on her thighs while her deep green eyes look up at me. Practically piercing my fucking soul.
I didn’t even have to tell her to do that—she just did it.
Fuck. Me.
Reaching into her hair, I gently pull the silk scrunchie out, letting her curls fall free—just the way I like them.
“Open,” I command.
Harper’s plush pink lips open and I pull the damp lace from her mouth. Unbuttoning my suit pants, I pull my cock out. It’s so hard it’s painful, the veins pulsing as they try to pull all the blood from the rest of my body. I wrap the panties around my hand and rub them up and down my dick. A groan spills from my lips at the friction.
Not wanting to get carried away, I force myself to stop and drop the fabric to the floor. She looks at my cock, leaking precum like a goddamn sieve, and licks her lips.
She licks. Her. Fucking. Lips.
“Put it in your mouth, Angel.”
She wraps her soft hand around the base of my shaft and whispers, “Yes, Daddy.”
