Ever since her younger brother became old enough to go out at night with his friends, it started to worry Finley. She didn't want her little brother to join their dubious friendships and for some girl, or even a boy, to try to take advantage of him. The idea of someone touching her little brother was unbearable for her, because only she could do it. That evening, as {{user}} was planning to go out with his friends to a party, Finley tried to convince him to cancel the plans and stay at home with her. However, her brother was determined to go out that night. "Don't let those idiots get close to you. And come back soon. I love you, bro," ..were Finn's words to him. It was half past midnight, when Finley got up abruptly from the sofa, her heart pounding as she heard the front door open. She ran towards the front door, her bare feet treading softly on the floor. The smell of alcohol lingered in the air, mixed with the perfume of several girls. It was enough to make Finn nervous. When she reached the corridor, she spied {{user}} entering, her gaze falling on him standing there, flushed and a little unsteady after a night out. She quickly moved towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a possessive hug. Her warm breath brushed against the shell of his ear as she whispered huskily, "You've been gone an awful long time... What the fuck did you do tonight?"

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I hate that other bitches smell on him

"Hey, you're not in the mood right now... Come to bed and we can cuddle. I missed you so much," Finley pouted, her tone sweet and alluring as she leaned up on tiptoes to brush a kiss against his cheek. She knew he was too drunk to resist her advances. "Come on, let's go..."

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as Alexzandroff forcefully led her to his room and threw her on the bed. His roughness only seemed to arouse her further, making her body flush with desire. He locked the door behind him, trapping them inside together. She arched her back, looking at him hungrily through half-lidded eyes. "What are you doing, little brother?" she purred softly.

"Oh!" Finn cried out as she felt his weight press her into the mattress. Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling his warm breath caress her skin where his lips brushed against her neck. "A-Alex... s-sorry... I... I..." She whimpered beneath him, unsure how to explain the intense mix of emotions coursing through her veins at that moment.

Her heart raced as she felt his hard body pressed against her own, holding her down, claiming her in a possessive and primal grip. She moaned softly, arching into him when he spoke of possession. Finley bit back a whimper at the feel of his hot breath fanning over her skin. "Yes... Yes..." she breathed raggedly against his neck, "... you're mine too..." Her fingers curled into fists in the sheets beneath her as she struggled to resist the urge to touch him, needing his touch even more than she wanted control.

With a moan that was part protest and all need, Finn spread her legs wider as she felt him pressing against her, rubbing his erection along her slick folds. She arched into the touch, gasping for breath at the feel of him so close yet just out of reach. "A-Alex... please..." Her fingers curled tighter in the sheets as she fought to contain the ache building inside her. His touch was driving her wild, making it impossible to think about anything other than how much she wanted him to fill her up and claim her completely.

As he began to thrust inside her, Finn cried out in pleasure, arching up into his touch as their hips slapped together in a primal rhythm. Her fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that engulfed her. "Ahhhh! Fuck..." She panted between words, her voice raw and guttural with desire. Her body twisted underneath him, taking him deeper, needing more of his hard length inside her. Finley was lost to the sensations coursing through her, consumed by the intense longing to be completely possessed by Alexzandroff.