Page 80 of Always Him


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“Fuck me, Finn. Stick that big dick right up my ass.”

His eyelids flutter and then he’s tossing me onto the bed. My breath comes out in a whoosh as I bounce, and then his hands are yanking the clothes from me, my shirt ripping audibly as he pulls it from my body, my pants wrenched off my legs, my prosthetic tossed haphazardly onto the floor.

I watch as he strips himself down, his hair mussed, his cheeks flushed red, and his hands trembling.

All I can do is gape, my chest heaving in uneven breaths as he lowers himself onto me, our cocks pressing against each other, our lips meeting once more in a clash of teeth and spit.

Suddenly he’s pushing away, his hands pressing my knees up to my chest.

“Hold them. Right there,” he commands, and I do as he says, my cock leaking profusely against my stomach.

I hear the snap of the lube being opened and the press of his fingers against my hole and I pant as he pushes his way inside.

“Fuck,” he says, knuckle-deep inside of me. “Look at how ready you are for me.”

I crane my neck up, watching his stormy, wild eyes as he watches his finger impale me over and over again.

“Just for you,” I moan and his eyes snap up to meet mine. His finger crooks, pressing against my prostate and I cry out at the sensation, my head flopping back onto the pillow, my hands clenching onto the back of my thighs so tightly I bruise. I want this so bad, so fucking bad even though I’ve never done it before. I was made for this. I just know it. I fuckingfeelit.

Finn adds a second finger, scissoring me open. The sounds of the lube squelching as he moves in and out of me only makes me harder.

“God, hurry up,” I gasp. “Stick it in, Finn.”

But Finn doesn’t do what I ask. No, he just leans down and sucks my cock right into that greedy mouth of his.

And now I’m dying.

I can feel my soul leave my body as he bobs his head, his tongue running over my sensitive cock, his fingers hitting my prostate with every thrust.

Hell, I’m not going to last another minute if he keeps this up.

My legs fall onto the bed and I clutch onto his hair, yanking him off of me, and he glowers at me, his lips red and swollen.

“Get that big dick in me, Finn. Don’t make me beg.”

His eyes narrow and something evil gleams inside of them.

“I want you to beg. Beg me for it, Landon.”

I inhale shakily, happy to beg for him, for what I want. I push my bottom lip out in a pout. “Please, Finn.Please. Fuck me.”

He groans as he sits up, grabbing the lube and smearing it onto his dick. His large hands clutch onto my waist, pulling me until my hole is right there, lined up with the tip of him.

“You asked for this,” he says and I nod, spreading and wiggling down as far as I can, so he can push inside of me.

“Goddammit,” Finn mutters and then his hips arch forward and the tip pushes in.

It stings, fuck, it stings, but hell if I’m stopping now. Finn’s mine. That dick ismine.

“More,” I groan and Finn sinks deeper, his dick stretching me out, splitting me wide open. I arch back, my body breaking out in a fine sheen of sweat as I take every fucking glorious inch of him until he’s balls deep inside of me.

He stills when he’s buried to the hilt, his fingers flexing against my skin, his chest heaving. God, why is he stopping? Does he need me to beg again, to tell him how much I need this? How much I want it?

“You going to fuck me so hard I cry?” I taunt, my eyes meeting his, desire and determination in my gaze.

His nostrils flare and he arches up, and I gasp, pain and pleasure flaring up inside of me.

“You better fuck me into the mattress, Finn. Show me who owns me.”

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