Finn slides the hand on my back up, up, up, until his fingers twist in my hair. He tugs at the strands roughly, angling my head so he can lean down and brush his lips against mine. My heart is hammering in my chest as he breathes me in and smooths his other hand over the sensitive area he just spanked.

I feel his fingers trail lower, lower, lower, until they dip into my drenched folds, sliding up and down. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I gasp softly at how fucking good it feels. The pain quickly turns to the most unimaginable pleasure.

Finn grunts...