Jasmine.
My chest pressed harder into the mattress, the silk sheets bunching under my sweat-slick skin as he hovered over me like a storm about to break.
His hand gathered both of my wrists in one iron grip, pinning them high above my head, stretching my arms until my shoulders burned.
The position left me utterly exposed—ass up, back arched, p***y dripping onto the bed in shameless rivulets.
I was soaked, aching, ready to take every inch of his monstrous c**k, but Finn?
He just wanted to torment me more, draw out every beg until I was nothing but a writhing, pleading mess.
“Please f**k me, Finn… I can’t take it anymore,” I moaned wildly, voice cracking as I felt the hot, heavy drag of his c**k along my side waist, teasing the curve where hip meets ass.
His free hand roamed my
