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“And then?” I demand, my voice low and gravelly, my need to sink more than just my fingers into her so fucking strong. “Did he fuck you sweet and slow like the princess you think you are or hard and rough like the whore Iknowyou are?”
“Soft,” she mutters, and I huff, displeased with this answer. “And then hard.” That makes me grin and shove my fingers, now coated so nicely in her arousal, deeper and then draw them out to do it all over again.
Her breath skates in and out on sweet little moans and then she pants, “He used his thumb to rub my clit.” I do the same and look at her as if to say,like this?She nods vigorously, her heartbeat quickening, like a drum against my hand still around her neck.
Her eyelids droop and her pussy flutters around my fingers. My dick is fucking throbbing in my slacks, and I rock my hips forward to grind the painful bulge against her for a little goddamn relief. I curl my fingers inside her, and she bucks into my hand. “Fuuck.”
“That’s it, baby, ride my hand like my greedy little plaything.” I can’t tell if she truly hates being called that or actually loves it, but either way, her eyes slam open.
“If you think fingering me at dinner is dirty, you should hear what he did to me in the limo ride over.” She sneers, and jealousy ignites in the pit of my stomach even though I fucking know she arrived with her parents.
“Tell me, princess.” I pull my fingers out, loving how her breath hitches. “And we’ll see who does it better.” Her eyes heat as she watches me suck my fingers clean.
I gently part her lips with a thumb on her chin and spit into her open mouth. “Taste that, Ef? Taste how fucking sweet you are.”
“Tastes like the best head of my life,” she smirks.
“Is that what he did to you in the limo? Ate that perfect pussy?” She licks her lips and nods. “Well, then.” I dip down to pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carry her to the sink. She looks like a goddess, even on a bathroom counter, and I’ll fucking kneel at her altar.
There’s a sharp knock at the door, and she slams her legs closed. “Un-uh, spread your legs, princess. Let’s see who makes you come harder.” She keeps her knees tight against my palm trying to push them apart.
There’s another rap at the door and she looks at me then the door. “Someone’s in here.” I growl and force her knees open, clamping a hand on either thigh to hold her open for my worship.
There’s a panic in her eyes, like she’s scared someone is about to barge in, but I get her attention back by biting her inner thigh sharply.
Another pounding at the door and someone shouting on the other side. “It’s fucking occupied!” I yell back. When I look up, her eyes are back on the door. “Eyes on me, princess. Watch me ruin you for all other men, especially that so-called fiancé.”
“But—” she whispers nervously.
“Shh, I don’t want you making a damn sound unless it’s my name while you come on my tongue. Understood?” She clamps her mouth shut, blush growing even brighter on her cheeks, but she nods. “That’s my girl. Now lie back.”
I tug her ass to the edge of the counter with one hand and use my other to push her top half flat. Her legs clamp down on either side of my head at the first heavy drag of my tongue over her clit. Her body’s instant reaction to me gives me a high like nothing else ever has.
I thrust two fingers back inside her dripping cunt. “So fucking sweet, baby,” I groan as I lap the length of her pussy. She whimpers, and I notice only one of her hands is gripping the edge of the counter. I can only guess that the other is covering her mouth.
I can tell the moment she finally blocks out the people I am sure are lined up outside because she rolls her hips up and rides my face like it’s the answer to all her questions. I focus on fucking hard but slow with my fingers and keep my tongue flat on her clit, letting her movements grind it just the way she wants it.
My dick leaks in my pants, and I couldn’t care less about my own needs while she’s getting lost in the pleasure I’m giving her. I feel her pussy quiver around my fingers and her moans, muffled by her hand, escalate.
I groan into her, not changing a single thing, while she rides hard toward her release. Her hands fly to my head and her fingers tangle in my hair as she shatters.“Oh god, fu—fuck!”
“My name, princess. Scream my fucking name.”
“F—F—Finn,” she cries in pure rapture, and it’s a sound I will remember for the rest of my life. One I never thought I’d hear again.
Her saying my name without an ounce of hate.
And it chips away at the cold, black thing beating in my chest in a way I’m not sure I’m ready for. I swiftly push the uncomfortable feeling away and rip my hand away and stand abruptly, while she’s still crashing down from her high.
I straighten my jacket and take in her heaving form laid out before me. Her dress hiked up to her hips, strands of her chestnut hair sticking to her forehead with beads of sweat.
“Finn?” She props herself up on her elbows and looks at me with a hurt in her eyes that I can’t stand to look at.
“People are waiting. Get up,” I say gruffly and refuse to look her way as she stands on shaky legs and pulls her dress down.
“You’re an asshole.” She brushes back her hair with her hands as she pushes past me.
“And yet, you still followed me in here.” She pauses like she wants to turn around and say something in response, but then continues on toward the door.
