The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: ON YOUR KNEES FOR DADDY

Finnegan

She tasted every bit as delicious as I knew she would. That was the problem. That had always been the problem.

I straightened, pulling away. She was looking back at me with those blue eyes that had gone dark, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling faster than it had been sixty seconds ago.

I had made a catastrophic error in judgment by licking the corner of her mouth like that.

Or touching her at all. Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with me?

I stepped back and she followed. Her hands came up to my chest, her palms flat against my skin, sending every muscle taut under her touch.

Intense blue eyes stared up at me, soft and wanting. "I’m sorry. I need you to know that. I’m sorry,"

"Enough," I growled, but her hand moved down my abs and gave me a fucking aneurysm.

"Please." Her fingers traced lower, following the line of my stomach. I wrapped my fingers around her wrist before she went any lower.

"I didn’t want it to end," she whispered. "Any of it. I didn’t want to lose you. I’m sorry I lied."

Her free hand palmed over my cock through the sweatpants and a startled groan left my lips.

"Abigail,"

She stroked, her palm pressing against the throbbing length of my cock that hardened rapidly under her hand.

I flexed my hips, pushing against her palm, wanting more. Her fingers found the button of the sweatpants and flicked it open.

Fuck yes.

My entire body was burning with two weeks of frustration and desire. She reached inside, Her hand wrapped around my cock through the fabric of my boxers, hot and firm, and my head dropped back for one second.

"So long," I groaned. "It’s been so fucking long,"

Every sleepless night and every cold morning and every day at work where I had to see her, I felt the want eating through my anger like acid.

She had done this to me. She drove me mad, furious, insane. Her thumb dragged over the head and I grabbed her hair, yanking her closet.

She gasped as I kissed her hard, my fist in her hair, moaning into my mouth. Her hand kept moving, stroking my cock while she panted against my lips.

"I’m sorry, Finn. I swear I am, I need you, please-"

I grabbed the hem and yanked her top over her head. The bra clasp popped with one hand and I pulled it off, ravenous and mad for her.

Her full heavy tits swayed slightly, pink dusky nipples already hard and peaked, her skin flushed from throat to chest.

"Get on your knees,"

She dropped without hesitation, those blue eyes looking up at me eagerly. Every single thread of my restraint melted away.

I pulled my cock free and her eyes gleamed.

"Push them together," I smacked my dick against her tits. "Up."

She cupped her milky tits in both hands, pressed them together, looking up at me.

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