CHAPTER 18 | Finn
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And when Libby looks up at me, I know what’s coming. I can see it in how her eyes go bright. She’s about to tease me back.
She’s about to take control.
Libs licks her lower lip, and eyes still on me, slides one finger into her slick p***y, barely containing her moan. She’s torturing both of us right now, pushing herself higher and closer. I love watching her come. Love it.
But this isn’t how it’s going to go.
“Ah ah,” I manage through gritted teeth. “No.”
“Yes!” It’s half-gasp, half-whine, and she eases in another finger, stroking herself like I want to stroke her—and she knows it because she peeks at me again and grins.
Fuck, she excites me. I take a few deep breaths, trying to back down my hard-on. I’m on a knife’s edge and she knows it, sliding her fin
