The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: DESSERT ON HIS COCK

Abigail

"Another penthouse?" I teased as Finnegan unlocked the door to another ridiculously luxurious apartment.

"How many of these do you own? An innocent girl might start to think you’re compensating for something."

His green eyes slid to mine, setting fire to my body as if I wasn’t horny enough already. "Maybe I’m only compensating for the lack of time I get to spend buried inside that tight little cunt of yours."

My pussy clenched at his words, heat flooding my cunt. He had me wet with just a sentence. It was maddening.

I already called Annette, telling her I wouldn’t be coming home. My entire body was taut with need, and though there was a voice in my head demanding why we couldn’t go to his previous penthouse, I shut it down.

He already promised to tell me all about it later. If Finnegan could trust me after the whole thing with hiding my identity at the club, I could trust him enough to wait until he wanted to tell me whatever it was that he was hiding.

It couldn’t be that bad...Right?

The penthouse was stunning, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a view of the city spread below us. I barely noticed any of it.

All I could see was the sexy man setting up the shopping bags on the counter, pulling out the tubs of ice cream we had picked up on the way.

While his back was turned, I moved behind him, pressing my body against his. My hands slid around his waist, my lips finding the hard muscles of his arms.

So sizzling sexy, it had to be a crime.

I kissed my way up his bicep, my tongue tracing the ridge of his tattoo as my fingers worked open the buttons of his shirt.

"Someone’s eager," he growled, turning in my arms to face me.

"I’ve been thinking about this all day," I breathed, my hands sliding over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath my palms. "Oblige this poor starving soul,"

His hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as his lips crashed against mine in a hungry, possessive kiss that snagged the air from my lungs.

His tongue delved into my mouth, tasting, exploring, owning every inch of me. I moaned against his lips, my body arching into his, desperate for more.

My fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons of his shirt, yanking it open. The hard muscles of his bare golden chest shivered under my hands as I ran my fingers over his skin.

"Fuck, Abigail," he groaned against my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, pulling me flush against his growing erection.

"You drive me fucking insane."

My hand slid between us, cupping his hard cock through his trousers. He hissed, his hips jerking forward. I smiled against his lips, my fingers tracing the length of him, teasing him through the fabric.

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