Page 93 of Always Him


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His dark eyes just watch me and he gives me a small nod.

I preen. I’m the motherfucking king.

I feel even more powerful when I see Finn’s biceps bulge in restraint as I lower myself down onto him. He wants to reach out and grab onto me because I’m a little off balance, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just grunts and moans, but he keeps his hands where they belong.

He’s letting me control this rodeo.

Because I always get what I want.

“I’m going to ride you like a bull.”

“Fuck off,” he mutters as I sink all the way onto him, the vein in his neck protruding from his skin as he huffs out a breath.

“Say it again, Finn. Tell me to fuck off again. Give me an incentive to torture you.”

He clamps his lips shut and I smirk as I pull off of him all the way before lowering myself back down.

Hmm, I could go harder. When I was younger, I thought it would be cool to be a cowboy.

I slide up until his tip is just inside of me and then slam my ass down onto him. His entire chest is heaving with restrained breaths, his abs constricting as he leans his head up to watch me take him.

Oh, yes, he wants to participate. I can tell by that look on his face. And he will, just not yet. No, I want to feel in control, just for a minute. To reign in this man and make him desperate for me.

“Keep your hands where they belong,” I gasp, rocking onto him.

“So fucking bossy,” he retorts, arching his hips up in response, nailing my prostate in the process.

Fuck yes. Oh god, why did I want to be in control? No one fucks this good.

No one but Finn.

“More,” I moan, grabbing onto my dick and pumping it in my hand. It’s ready, ready to come all over him.

My man.Mine.

I throw my head back, my ass doing all the work. And hell, I’m tired. My thighs burn. I’m about to beg for relief, when Finn bends his knees and fucks his way into me over and over, jostling me up and down roughly. I cry out, my fingers digging into his sweaty chest and then I say it.

“Please.”

It’s just a whisper, but it’s enough. Finn’s hands move and land on my hips, lifting me up and bouncing me hard on his dick. Like it’s no big deal, like he isn’t just moving another grown man up and down, over and over.

Fuck, I love it, how strong he is.

He hits that spot inside of me again and again until I burst all over him. Finn follows me over seconds later, and when I’m curled up against him, lying in my mess, his dick still shoved up my ass, he sighs.

“What’s that sound for?”

His hands roam up my back, massaging my sore, worn-out muscles.

“I’m just…happy.”

A smile splits my face and I nip at his chest. “Yes. Happy. Me too. And my asshole is ecstatic too. So is my prostate.”

“Jesus,” he mutters.

“Logan is going to die when I tell him…”

“Do not say a word to him about it. He won’t shut up if you mention that fucking word. I can’t bear to hear about his sex life over and over,” Finn mutters rolling me onto my back, his dick slipping out of me, leaving me feeling…empty.

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