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And then I feel his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. And there it is. The brush of his stubble against my sensitive skin.
His tongue snakes out and licks up my crack, the feeling so unusual, sohot, that I wiggle up the bed to escape it, but he pulls me back, doing it again. It’s wet and warm his tongue circling me and I squirm and writhe underneath him until he finally impales me on his tongue. It slides into me, opening me, wetting me, loosening me.
A sob escapes my mouth, desperation and need laced in the sound.
Finn is eating my ass and I never want him to stop. I need him to stop. I need more. I need to come.
Suddenly I feel pressure, and my body arches up as Finn slides a finger into my wet hole.
And then his mouth is back. His tongue and finger simultaneously fucking into me as I thrash at the bed and moan, completely at his mercy.
His finger crooks and he pegs something inside of me that sets my entire body aflame and I chant his name, begging, pleading.
Please, Finn. More. Don’t stop. Fuck me. Fuck me.
His one finger becomes two and I’m thrusting back against it, sluttily.
Such a whore for it.
For him.
He spreads me wide, licking, thrusting until my balls draw up and I shoot my release across the sheets. Wave after wave tumbles through me until I’m just a shivering, whimpering mess.
My cheeks are wet from tears, my body covered in a light sheen of sweat.
I roll to my side, missing the mess I made, and stare up at Finn who is watching me. His jaw is damp, his hair tousled, and he’s panting wildly.
He reaches down and swipes up the cum from the sheets, spreads it on his dick, and pumps himself.
I watch in awe, ragged breaths escaping me, loving the way he grunts and how the vein in his neck protrudes as he jerks himself roughly and blows his load all over me. Unrepentant, wild, gone.
“Holy shit,” I mutter when I’m fully covered in him and he’s slumped on the bed, his entire body trembling.
He peeks up at me and I manage a small, weak smile. God, I’m tired. He wore me out. Who knew ass-eating could be so much work?
“That was incredible,” I say, and he huffs out a laugh.
“Good.”
“I’ve never had anyone eat my asshole before.”
He runs his tongue over his lips. “It was fucking delicious.”
A smirk lines his lips and I roll my eyes. “Do not even—”
“Like an all-you-can-eat buffet.”
I reach over and pinch his thigh. “Do not compare my ass to a buffet. Olive Garden, Finn. It’s motherfucking Olive Garden.”
He reaches down and smears some of his cum across my abdomen. He stares at it for a long time, as if he’s committing this to memory before he draws his hand back.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before we leave.”
“Same goes for you…” I say and then bite back a laugh. “And brush your teeth. And your tongue. Use all the mouthwash, Finn.”
He rolls his lips between his teeth and stares down at me.
“Maybe.”
