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“It’s okay, you know. If you don’t want this, just say no.”

His eyebrows pinch together.

“But if it’s lack of experience holding you back, I can promise you that once we’re done, there won’t be a shy bone remaining in your big body.”

His expression looks pained.

My eyes widen, alarmed.

His laughter rumbles out of him. Music to my ears.

“You are a piece of work, you know that?”

I pop the button on his pants. “A piece of work looking forward to you decorating me with your come.”

“Christ on a bike,” he groans.

I lower his zipper and sink to the ground, tugging his pants and briefs down his body as I go. His cock springs free, massive and hard and oh-so lickable. I dart my tongue across the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum.

I lick my lips, raising my eyes to his. “Like that?”

The heat in his eyes nearly knocks me on my ass. God, he likes to watch, doesn’t he? It’s a trigger for him.

I drag my tongue from root to tip in a long, wet lick. Watching him as I do so. Feeling my excitement grow at his obvious pleasure.

Hands on his hips, I tug him forward until I’m slowly feeding him into my mouth. God, he’s beautifully built. And big.

Finn flexes his ass. Liking it.

I go deep, drawing him into my throat, my eyes watering, my breath jagged as I struggle to take his massive girth. I’d suck him all the way into my esophagus and never come up for air if I could. Me, a woman with limited experience deep throating a man, now eager to win a world championship. Because Finnlovesit. Because, in this moment, this inexperienced man’s pleasure is my pleasure.

His jaw clenches. His eyes burn. His body radiating heat. Damn, he’s gorgeous. If I’m not careful, he’ll burn his name into me. Mark me. Ruin me.

I suck him deep one last time, for good measure, before releasing him with a pop.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing with exertion. I promised to corrupt him, and I aim to please.

Time I make himmine.

“Feed your cock to me. And don’t be bashful.” I open my mouth wide, stick out my tongue, and curl it beneath his heavy weight.

Hesitant Finn disappears.

Bad ass Finn takes his place.

His fingers curl within my hair as he tugs me forward, flexing his hips and driving deep. I blink in surprise but relax my throat, taking his assault.

He slows to a few small pulses. Just enough force to drive me wild before pulling free.

A hand slips free of my hair.

The foil in my hand disappears.

I hear rustling.

He pulls out and rolls the rubber over his length. “How do you want me?”

I feel a flush of heat. “You promised me a ride back in Mexico City.”