CHAPTER 36

She wasn’t above begging at this point. She felt like she was going to explode if only he touched her where she needed it. But the man seemed to know and made a point of skirting around it, licking, sucking, and even nipping at her everywhere else. He was driving her to distraction. She was so turned on that she could barely think. The world around her was mushy like she was cocooned in a giant marshmallow. Her only point of contact was him and where his tongue was currently teasing her.

Finally, she felt his fingers spread her lower lips and she moaned in appreciation. He licked her once. One long lick with the flat of his tongue and her hips bucked involuntarily. She would only need another one or two like that and she would rocket into the stratosphere. Peyton couldn’t remember ever feeling this worked up with need, not even with the help of her trusty vibe.

“Again,” she demanded and he chuckled. “Again, Finn.”

He obliged her, licking her again with the flat of