The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: ADDRESSING THE BIG ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM

Abigail

I scrambled off Finnegan’s lap so fast I nearly kissed the dashboard. My shorts and panties were still tangled around one ankle. My face burned with embarrassment as he calmly rolled down the window just enough to speak.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his voice was completely devoid of the husky desire from moments before.

"This is a residential area," the woman said, her arms crossed. "We don’t need strange cars parked in alleys; we’ve had enough problems."

Oh, great, she was one of the Karens in the neighborhood. Finnegan’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Noted. We were leaving."

He rolled up the window, started the engine, and pulled out without another word. The silence in the car was thick, and I fumbled with my clothes, my cheeks burning.

"Well, that was awkward," I teased, a wider smile tugging at my lips when he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. I had never seen him do that.

"I’m sorry. I lost my mind for a second there," he murmured, reaching over to squeeze my thigh. His cock was tented in his pants, and playfully, I reached over to squeeze.

"There’s nothing to apologize for."

He threw a curse into the air. "Abigail, come on,"

"Is there anywhere we could go?" I whispered, stroking the throbbing shaft while his grip on the steering wheel tightened. "I want to make you feel better, Finn,"

His chest rose and fell, flexing with each breath. I shoved off my panties and shorts completely, tossing them in the back seat, and spread my thighs.

He gritted his teeth, and instead of heading back toward my apartment, he drove to an isolated parking garage downtown.

The place was mostly empty, save for a few cars scattered across. He parked in a dim corner, away from the only other vehicle on our level, a black SUV.

Without a word, he killed the engine. "Please,"

My heart slammed against my chest like a freight train. I blinked in surprise, staring at his haunted face in disbelief. I didn’t think I had ever heard him say that word to me, and it disoriented the hell out of me.

"Abby," He called huskily, popping the console between us open to fish out a condom.

The crinkle of the nylon wrapping brought me out of my trance. I yanked down the zipper of his pants, his harsh, labored breathing only getting me wetter. His cock jutted out, and the car was filled with our pants as he rolled the condom over it.

I didn’t hesitate this time, climbing over the console again and settling on his lap, facing away from him.

His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. For a moment, we just sat like that, his breath warm against my neck.

Then his hands moved to my hips, lifting me slightly. I gasped as he positioned my cunt against his cock, the thick head pressing against my entrance. He lowered me slowly, and I moaned as he stretched my poor pussy so fucking good.

"God, yes, baby," he whispered against my hair, his voice raw.

I tilted my head back against his shoulder as he began to move, his hands gripping my hips to guide me.

My eyes found the side mirror of the SUV next to us, and the sight made me gasp. I could see everything, my breasts bouncing with each thrust, his hands gripping my pale skin, his cock disappearing into my pussy over and over.

I watched in the mirror as his fingers dug into my flesh, my body arched against his. His face was buried in my neck, and I could feel his hot breath against my skin, hear the soft whimpers of my name as he reared his hips and slammed up into me.

"Finn," I breathed, my hands gripping his thighs.

One of his hands slid up from my hip to cup my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple, pushing me closer to the edge.

I whimpered as his other hand moved between my legs, his fingers finding my clit and circling it along with his thrusts.

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