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breasts swayed.
    Finn’s free hand rested on her ass and he moved it downward
so his thumb reached her anus. He rubbed the small hole, then pressed into it,
driving her even wilder.
    Yet Yvette wanted more.
    “Fuck me hard, Finn. Please .”
    Her nipples grazed the soft satin below her as she rocked
her hips, meeting his strokes, but also trying to pick up the pace.
    Finn did the crazy twisting thing again and she cried out
from the pleasure that rocketed through her body.
    He groaned, as though he was as turned-on as she was. Proved
that was the case, actually, as the crystal cock thrust into her, a little
quicker this time.
    She released her grip on her ass cheek, needing to steady
herself with both forearms on the sofa as Finn’s strong strokes rocked her
body. Her palms flattened against the cushion and her head dropped to the backs
of her hands as he fucked her.
    “That’s it,” she whispered. “Faster.”
    His tempo turned to double-time.
    “Oh God, yes,” she muttered between low moans and endless
whimpering. The sensations mounted inside her, growing stronger and more
vibrant. She was wet and hot and dying for more. “Fuck my pussy, Finn. Make me
come.”
    She grabbed the edge of the sofa cushion where it met the
arm, gripping it tight to keep her steady as she shifted her weight and freed
her other arm. That hand slid down her belly to her clit, which she rubbed
vigorously as Finn pumped the crystal rod in and out of her cunt.
    “God, you’re making me so hard,” he said. He let out another
one of those sexy growls, which made her toes curl in her shoes.
    “You’re making me crazy,” she shot back. “I’m so close…”
    “You want more?”
    “Yes!”
    He put a little muscle behind his quick pace, working her
feverishly as he turned the long, full strokes into short, plunging ones that
kept her cunt filled. The head of the dildo rubbed her G-spot, sending her into
a sexual tizzy. She abandoned her clit-rubbing, in need of holding onto the arm
of the sofa to stabilize herself against the frantic onslaught.
    “Oh God, Finn. That feels so good. Fuck my pussy. Oh God,
yes!” She came with a sharp cry as he hit all the right spots and the beautiful
sensations he evoked exploded inside her like a twenty-foot wave crashing onto
the shore. She could barely breathe, just clung to the arm of the couch like it
was a life-preserver, as wave after wave of sensation rippled through her.
    She was barely cognizant of Finn withdrawing the dildo from
her body. Her eyes were closed, but she heard his bare feet on her hardwood
floor as he padded out of the room, likely heading toward the bathroom. Or the
trash, as he’d threatened earlier.
    Maybe she should tell him she didn’t want him to toss her
toy. So he was planning on fucking her this weekend, but what about the next
weekend? And the weekend after that? She may need that dildo, after all.
Though, admittedly, she’d never get as much pleasure out of it as she’d just
gotten from Finn.
    Holy Christ, he’d fucked her good.
    When she heard him return to the room, she opened her eyes.
She still clung to the arm of the sofa, her head resting along the top.
    Finn grinned at her over his shoulder as he returned the
dildo to the drawer. He must have washed it off for her. How sweet.
    “Thank you,” she said, her voice a bit raspy. The
post-orgasm euphoria still coursed through her, keeping her aroused.
    “Thought it might come in handy sometime,” he said with a
wink.
    She relinquished her hold on the sofa and rolled onto her
back. She needed a shower. Maybe a nap. But her body still hummed with
excitement and anticipation. She still wanted Finn. On top of her. Beneath her.
Behind her. Inside her.
    She groaned. “Jesus, Finn. You are the World Champion of
Foreplay.”
    “What can I say?” He returned to the ice chest. “You inspire
me, doll.”
    She grinned at him. “You have very sweet pillow talk.”
    “Didn’t really take you for the type who’d