The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: HARDER, DADDY

Abigail

The condom wrapper hit the floor while I savored the salty taste of his dick in my mouth.

I whined when the blunt tip of his cock nudged against my pussy.

He sank into me in one long devastating stroke. My mouth fell open against the desk surface, a keening sound tearing out of my lips.

The stretch of his cock filling me from this angle was insane. I could never get over how thick his cock was, every thick inch dragging against my walls as he buried himself to the hilt and, giving me no time to adjust before he pulled back and drove in again.

"Don’t move," he growled against the back of my neck.

He grabbed both my wrists, pulling my arms behind my back, crossing them at the wrist and holding them there with one hand while the other gripped my hip.

My cheek slid against the desk as he slammed into me.

Each thrust drove me up the desk surface, each withdrawal left me clenching for the next one, the wet sounds of my soaking pussy swallowing him filling the office.

I was glad the floor was empty except us because I was not quiet and had no intention of being quiet.

He spread me wider with one hand, his thumb pressing into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I heard the sharp exhale he made.

"You have no idea, how fucking gorgeous your pussy looks right now," he gritted out in a rough voice. "How pretty your cunt looks stretched around my cock."

The words went straight through me like electricity. My pussy clenched around him so hard he groaned.

"You like that." He drove in harder. "Filthy girl."

"More," I breathed into the desk. "Harder,"

He yanked my arms higher behind my back, changing the angle, and the next thrust hit a spot so deep, it made my vision blur.

He pulled me upright then, my back against his chest, both arms still pinned behind me, completely at his mercy.

I turned my head and craned forward to lick his neck, dragging my tongue across his skin, tasting him. His cock surged hotly against my cunt.

"You want to play?" he growled into my hair.

"I want you to stop being gentle," I breathed against his throat. "Fuck me like you mean it already,"

A sharp slap landed on my clit and I screamed, my whole-body seizing, hips jerking forward.

"That gentle enough for you?" he gloated.

"Again," I gasped. "Do it again!"

He reached around, pinching my clit hard between his fingers while his cock pounded into me from behind.

The sensation was so overwhelming my knees buckled. He held me up with the arm across my chest, keeping me pinned against him while he pumped his cock furiously into my pussy.

He released my wrists and grabbed the front of my dress, undoing the buttons. My bra got pushed up and my tits tumbled free.

His hand closed over them immediately, rough and warm, squeezing before his fingers found my nipples and pinched.

"Get on your knees," he gritted. "Now."

He pulled out and I slid off the desk, my knees hitting the floor, my pussy still gushing and convulsing with pleasure.

He loomed above me, ripping the condom off his dick in one motion. It throbbed deliciously, thick and flushed and absolutely gorgeous.

I wrapped both hands around him, gazing up at him through my lashes.

"Tell me what you want," I purred, stroking him.

His jaw tightened and he threw his head back in a curse. You know what I want."

"Mm." I twisted my grip on the upstroke, watching his eyes darken. "Say it."

"Abigail,"

"Say it nicely and maybe I’ll work faster." I dragged my thumb across the tip, spreading the slick heat there, watching his cock surge in my hands. "Or I could just take my time-"

His hand fisted in my hair.

"Faster," he gritted. "God, faster, Abby,"

Abby? My entire body froze in surprise. I gaped up at his flushed, controrted face. Abby? He had never called me that. It stunned me so hard because he didn’t seem to realize what he had just called me.

"Since you asked so nicely," I pumped him harder, both hands working his throbbing cock, my lips grazing the tip while I held his gaze. "Your wish is my command."