The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: A GRIPPING REVELATION

Abigail

Fuck, I loved this. I loved watching his composure disintegrate piece by piece, his breathing going ragged, his hips rolling forward into my hands.

He belted out strings of curses, his whole body shuddering as thick ropes of cum hit my face.

I moaned, stroking him, squeezing every drop of his cum on my cheeks , licking the droplets on my lips before leaning in to suck off every bit that was left in his shaft.

Leaning back, watching his cock go half limp, I scooped every drop of his milky cum with my fingers an slurped on them.

Finnegan’s green eyes watched me intensely. He picked me up off the floor like I weighed nothing, his hands under my arms, setting me on the edge of his desk.

"Hi," I giggled and the corner of his mouth quirked up. It was rare to see him smile, but when he did, his green eyes had that twinkle to them that just made my belly flutter all giddily.

"Hi."

We stared at each other for a moment, both wrecked, his hair was all tangled and tousled, his breaths coming in short pants, whipping hotly against my face.

His shirt was all wrinkled. We both reached for each other’s clothing at the same time, his hands reaching out to button my dress and I chuckled.

"Jinx?"

"That’s not how it works," His hands found my buttons first, working them closed while I straightened his collar.

"And how would you know how it works, old man?" I teased, gasping when I realized he was popping my buttons open and was not in fact buttoning them.

"I’m not old," He grunted, cupping my tits. He parted the fabric and dropped his head, pressing his lips to the curve of my breast.

His lips moved across my skin, slowly, finding my nipple and closing over it with a low groan that vibrated through my whole body.

"I can’t," he muttered against my skin, his tongue tracing slow circles. "I genuinely cannot get enough of these."

The need on his face when he gazed up at me stopped my heart for a full second. The butterflies in my belly morphed into full dragons.

His hand dropped between my thighs. I parted them open instinctively and his finger pushed into my cunt slowly. I hissed at the sensitivity, my thighs closing slightly around his hand.

"Sore?" he murmured.

"Sensitive," I whimpered. "Don’t stop though,"

He kept the pace slow and gentle, his eyes glazing slightly as he worked his finger deeper.

"God," he breathed. "Even now. You feel so fucking good," He exhaled. "After getting stretched out by my cock." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"I know," I whispered, my head dropping back. The slow thrust of his finger was torturing me.

My hips rolled forward seeking more and his mouth found my tit again. I wound my fingers into his hair and held him there. "We shouldn’t be doing this in the office," I said to the ceiling.

"No, we shouldn’t," he agreed, lapping at my skin while pumping his finger in my cunt.

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