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Pretty soon, I’ve got my fingers in her pussy, and her legs are quaking as she tries to fuck my hand. I’m damn near ripping through my pants, so I carry her to the couch, strip her from the waist down, and lean down for a feast.
Midway through, I trail a fingertip along her slit, and Siren moans.
“How’s this pussy feeling?” I murmur.
“So needy…”
I stroke my thumb over her clit, and Finley arches off the couch.
“What do you want?” My words are rumbled.
“You.”
I roll a condom over myself, rub my tip between her lips.
“Oh heavens…”
I grin as I press against her slick heat.
“Oh yes…”
“You want it?”
“Please!”
I smile down at her closed eyes and her open mouth. “You gotta tell me what you want before I give it to you.”
“Your sex.” Her eyes peek open as she lifts her hips, so she’s rubbing against me. “Fill me with your sex, please, Sailor.”
“So…what you’re really saying is you want to be fucked.” I’m just messing with her, kind of hoping she might blush the way she does, but Finley shuts her eyes and whispers, “Yes—that.”
Holy hell.
I fuck her till we lose our minds, and afterward, I put her clothes back on, perversely pleased to know she’s wet and likely sore in her lacy, pink panties.
There’s a little table over by the front door—the one that held my valentine. Atop it, there’s a chess case. I lead her over to it, waggling my eyebrows as I hold the case up.
“Do you play?” she asks.
“Do you?”
“I’m a star.”
That first time, I can’t help letting her win. Then she’s smug as fuck, tossing her hair around and all but finger-snapping in my face. I bring it on game two. When I’ve got her in checkmate, she shakes her head slowly, folds her arms under her breasts.
“You’re like a card shark but with chess. Carnegie! I’ve been had.”
I’m grinning like a fool. Mostly because her tits look great pushed up that way. She takes it as arrogance and tosses her queen at my chest. It bounces onto the floor. She’s laughing as she kneels to scoop it up. I let her set it on the table before scooping her up…setting her down by the door.
“Put your shoes on, Siren. And your jacket.”
* * *
Finley
“I should ask where we’re going.”
“Are you going to?” He smiles over his shoulder as we follow the moonlit trail.
