CHAPTER 11 | Finn
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Libby falls onto me, boneless and panting, and—shamelessly—I enjoy every second of it. Her weight. Her smell. The way she’s still trembling ever so slightly, coming down on tremors from her orgasm.
She’s blazing hot, sweating under her dress, and suddenly I realize I’m not any better. We’ve steamed up the whole truck cab and I’m panting like I ran a marathon.
Less work, more gym, I tell myself, willing my breathing to slow. It doesn’t of course. I came so hard my head actually hurts, but I still want more.
When it comes to her you always do, I realize and take another breath, inhaling the smell of her shampoo and soap and knowing that this is all about to vanish in three...two...one...
Libby sits up and I wince, my battered d**k still sensitive underneath h
