If I’d been asked last week what I thought of Finn Turner, it would have been a one-hundred-eighty-degree difference from what I think now.

As we make our way into my apartment in a bit of a frenzy, our hands everywhere at once, roaming and clutching at each other in an effort to get our clothes off, I can’t help but wonder if it was fate that brought us together on the 6 Train the other morning. Maybe I’m a bit of a hippie, but that kind of thing totally jives with me.

It’s like we were meant to clash over this just so we could cum together. I see a lot of myself in him, that same intense passion, and I want more.

A lot more. Right now.

I just know that it’s going to be explosive.

Finn kicks the door shut, then pushes me back against it, his mouth taking mine like he’s possessed. His tongue plunges in, twining with mine in hot, needy strokes that drive me wild.

I fist my hands in his hair as he leaves a hot path of kisses down my neck. I kick my shoes off, moaning as his lips latch over my breast through the fabric of my dress. My hands shove his open shirt off his wide shoulders and down to the floor. I already took care of the buttons on the elevator up. I scratch my fingers across his back as he winds his hands around to my back and unzips my dress, shoving it down to the floor too. I step out and kick it away, standing there before him completely naked.

He reaches between my legs, then jerks back when his fingers meet hot, slick flesh. His eyes blaze with lust as he looks down then back up at me, his eyebrows flying up. “Going commando, are we, Ms. Samuels?”

I look down, feigning surprise. “Well, how do you think that happened?”

That slow, cocky smirk takes over, and I bite my lip at the needy pull it makes me feel deep in my pussy.

“Not complaining,” he murmurs, then he turns me around abruptly, pushing my chest against the door.

He grabs both my arms and lifts them above my head where I press them against the solid door to steady myself. His breath is warm and teasing as he leans in close behind me. “So sexy, Avery. You want to know the first thing I thought when I saw you standing in front of me on that train?”

I moan as he runs his hands back down my arms and over my shoulders to my sides, then around to my stomach before he lifts them and grabs my tits, squeezing hard.

“What?” I pant, unable to think past the feeling of his fingers expertly twisting my nipples. It’s like there’s a direct connection from them to my clit, each pinch drawing an echoing throb below.

“That I wanted to take all that wild energy, that smart mouth, that sassy attitude, and turn you into a needy mess. I wanted you to come apart in my arms. I wanted to know if you would drive me just as crazy, be just as passionate and free if I had you naked, my cock between your legs.” He grinds against my ass for emphasis.

“Finn,” I breathe. “Touch me.”

He chuckles. “Like this?”

Keeping one hand on my tit, he runs the other back down my stomach until it’s hovering just above my mound. I groan in frustration when he stops just shy of paradise.

“You’re going to make me crazy if you don’t touch me,” I say over my shoulder, bucking against him.

He uses his flattened palm to pull me back against his thick cock. I can feel it throbbing and straining against his pants, and all I want is for him to put it inside me.

My head falls back against his shoulder, and I drop my hands back to wrap around his head, pulling his mouth against my neck. He nips at the sensitive skin, sending a shiver across my skin.

“You like that?” he asks.

“Yes.” My voice is low, needy.

“How about this?” Finn slides his hand down, finally trailing his fingers through my wetness. “Fuck, Avery. Your pussy is so wet.”

I smile and tilt my head, giving him a saucy look. “All the better to fuck me with.”

“Why, Little Red Riding Hood, such a dirty mouth,” he chuckles.

“All the better to suck you with,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out when he slides his fingers inside me, making me a shaking, needy mess, just like he wanted.

“Be careful what you say. I just might hold you to it,” Finn says, continuing to fuck me with his fingers while he teases my clit with his thumbs. “I do believe my girl here likes it dirty.”

“So dirty.” Without warning, my body seizes, an orgasm coming out of nowhere. I clench and pulse around his fingers, crying out his name.

“Fuck, Avery. You are so damn hot.”

I sink back against him, my body shaking with the aftershocks, but still so needy. I’m nowhere near being done. I spin around, pulling at his zipper, yanking his pants to the floor.

Then we’re sinking to the floor together, so impatient we can’t even make it past the entryway.

Finn leans back, grabbing my hips and settling me over him. I grit my teeth at the feel of his hot, hard cock pressing against my pussy. My hips jerk, rubbing myself against him, feeling my juices coat him with slickness.

He groans. “Driving me wild. Need you.”

Grabbing my face, he hauls me down against him, threading his fingers through my hair and kissing me with even more urgency. “Condom,” he grits out, reaching for his discarded pants.

He comes up with one and hands it to me, his hands going back to my tits, kneading and squeezing them as I go back to grinding against his cock.

I rip it open, then lift my hips, taking his thick shaft in my hands between us. I wrap my fist around it and pump him a couple times, loving the way he groans, so vocal, giving himself over to the pleasure we’re sharing just as much as I am.

After I roll the condom on, I rub him back and forth over my entrance. “So big,” I murmur, excited to have the magnificent, massive cock inside me.

“All the better to fuck you with.” Finn smirks as he throws my words back at me.

I bite my lip, drawing out the moment as his hands trail down from my tits to my ass, his hands gripping my hips tightly. Then he takes control, slamming me down on his cock with such force that I scream his name.

I sit on him, breathless, our eyes locked together as firmly as our bodies, taking him in for a moment before I begin to move.

I tilt my hips and grind my clit against him. Finn lifts me up and slams me down again. So hard. So good. We fuck each other with abandon, letting our bodies rule. As we give each other everything, biting and clawing and fucking like we can’t get enough, I feel my orgasm building. Stronger than the last one that took me over from out of nowhere.

“I’m about to cum,” I say.

Finn reaches down and flicks my clit with his thumb, and I careen right over the edge, clamping down on his cock as I cum. So hard.

A strangled moan escapes his lips as he swells up inside me, throbbing as he releases his own pleasure in hot jets.

Collapsing on his chest, my hair splayed out everywhere, I try to catch my breath. My heart thunders against his while he traces his fingers up and down my spine.

Finally, I push back up and look at him, biting my lip. “Now what?”

He arches his brow. “Ready to go again so soon?”

That’s not what I mean, but I’m surprised to find that I am. I feel like I could do this forever and it still wouldn’t be enough.

He smirks as if he knows what I’m thinking. “Yeah, me too.”

I grin back. “Good thing. I don’t think you realized just what you were getting into tonight. I’m insatiable,” I wink teasingly.

“I think I knew exactly what I was getting. And it’s even better than I expected.”

He pulls me back down to kiss me, slowly this time. It’s even better than I expected too. And when we finally make it to the bed and do it all over again, it’s even better than before. And even better the next time. And the next. And the next.