The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: NAUGHTY GIRL DOING NAUGHTY THINGS

Abigail

My hands flattened against the cool glass, my palms leaving faint prints as I stared down at the depraved spectacle playing out below us.

My cunt pulsed in anticipation as Finnegan pushed my legs apart with his until my thighs were so wide, I could feel the strain in my hips.

The cool air of the room brushed against my dripping cunt. I was completely exposed, pinned open against the glass like a sexy butterfly.

"Perfect," he murmured behind me, his voice dripping with approval. "Now everyone can see that pretty little pussy."

My cheeks burned even as my cunt clenched. He was right. Anyone looking up from the arena below would see me spread wide and vulnerable.

Something cold and sharp traced up the inside of my thigh. I flinched, gasping.

"Stay still," he commanded, his voice dropping to that dangerous low tone that made my pussy drip. "Don’t you dare move."

I glanced down to see him rolling a tiny wheel, like a pizza cutter, but the edges weren’t sharp enough to pierce my skin.

The tiny sharp points rolled over my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He started at my ankle, slowly, so fucking slowly, working his way up my inner thigh.

Each little wheel sent sparks shooting through me, my nerve endings lighting up like Christmas lights.

"Oh god," I whimpered, my fingers scrabbling against the glass.

Finnegan chuckled, a dark, nasty sound that vibrated against my back. "God isn’t here, Aphrodite. Just me."

The wheel reached the tender spot where my thigh met my torso, and a deep shiver tore through me.

He lingered there, circling over my skin, the sharp points of the wheel teasing that sensitive spot until I was shaking, my thighs trembling, unable to close together.

"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was begging for.

"Please, what?" he taunted, tracing the wheel over my hip bone, down toward my pussy, but never touching where I needed him most.

"I’ll go insane, Ares... touch me."

"I am touching you."

"You know what I mean!" I nearly screamed, my frustration warring with arousal.

The wheel suddenly pressed directly against my clit, and I saw stars. My knees buckled, but his thighs pushed my legs, pinning them, forcing me to remain standing, while he tortured that sensitive bundle of nerves with the sharp points.

"FUCK!" I screamed, my head falling back against his shoulder.

He tsked, removing the wheel and leaving me panting, desperate. "We’ll have to clean that mouth later."

Then something smooth and cool pressed against the entrance of my sopping wet cunt.

My head dropped down to see him holding a glass dildo between my legs.

Oh, fuck yes.

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