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I follow my man inside the fancy lobby. Probably should have dressed a little nicer. I look like a ragamuffin with one leg.
Finn looks nice. Really fucking hot. Everyone is staring at him.
My boyfriend.
Never had one of those before and don’t mind if I do.
I should probably tell him that I’m labeling this now, but Finn’s busy talking to the woman at the check-in counter of this cute little hotel overlooking the ocean. She is making some googly eyes at him and I want to poke them right out of her little head.
“We were able to upgrade…” she says and Finn smirks back at me. So fucking proud. God. I hope we have a balcony. I want him to bend me over it and do filthy things to my asshole with his tongue.
“Finn,” I hiss when the woman clacks around on her computer. “Does our room have a balcony?”
He eyes me and I waggle my eyebrows at him.
“Jesus,” he mutters, but he’s smiling because he’s just as filthy as me. I mean, have you heard the things he says to me when he’s fucking me silly? That mouth. I had not been expecting that, but I amherefor it.
“Don’t pretend that you don’t want it,” I say, trying to whisper, but it’s louder than intended. Seems to really echo through the marbly space.
The woman behind the counter eyes us and I waggle my eyebrows at her too.
I’m just going to waggle them all the way home.
Because in about five minutes, my boyfriend’s thick dick is going to be all up in my business, and I can hardly wait.
When we finally make it into the elevator, I’m on him, my mouth crashing into his and he is helpless to do anything but take it.
His hands are holding our bags, one at each side, so I just climb him like a tree. Well, more like just hop up into his arms and cling to his neck because my prosthetic makes climbing a little awkward. I just hang from his neck, one ankle hooked around his back, my other thigh clenched against his hip
When the door pops open, he’s then carrying the bags and me down the long hallway to our room as I nip and lick at his neck. And listen, my man isn’t even breathing hard. Not even a puff, but he will be soon.
He always gets winded when we fuck. He just loves it that much. Gets all excited and pants like an animal.
As soon as our door clicks shut, he drops the bags and starts to strip me down, and when I pull out the gigantic tub of lube from my bag that arrived from Amazon yesterday, his eyes go wide.
“Are you serious?” he asks. “This is like a month’s worth.”
“It’s more like two days. And Finn, do you even know me? I am always serious about sex,” I reply, bending over and wiggling my ass. “Just do it already. I’m dying for it.”
He wrecks it just like he told me he would.
Jesus, does he ever. Just pounds into me until I’m screaming. I’m surprised security hasn’t come to investigate. They’d lock us both up.
“You’re walking crooked,” Finn says hours later, a smug smile on his face.
Well, good for him. He deserves an award for that performance. Ridiculously sexy man. I am kicking myself for not doing this with him sooner.
“Yes, well, we both know why. You didn’t take it easy on me.”
“No, I didn’t. But you asked for it.” He lowers his voice, “Begged me.”
“I did,” I reply, not at all embarrassed by the fact. Finn reduces me to a weeping, horny mess when he fucks me. Every single time. He has a magic dick.
“I have a reservation for two,” Finn tells the hostess at the fancy Italian restaurant overlooking the ocean. He was able to keep this bit a secret and I’m so glad because this is so fucking romantic. I never thought I’d be one for romantic gestures, but I guess I am. I want flowers too.
Buy me flowers, Finn.
When Finn gives the man his name, I link my arm with his, and then we’re being led to a booth in the dimly lit space. God, the tablecloths, the candles, the cloth napkins—it’s so intimate and classy. I wonder if I could get Finn to jack me off under the table. Jerking off is classy, right?
