The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: HICKEYS AND A DRIPPING CUNT

Abigail

I squealed when Finnegan dumped my ass on the counter; the cool surface felt freezing against my naked ass cheeks, and that sent a thrilling jolt to my pussy.

My thighs turned liquid when he pushed me on my back, a soft whoosh of air escaping my lips. His eyes burned with a hunger so raw it made my cunt clench in anticipation.

"Let’s see how you like being on the receiving end, you little tease," he rasped, his hands shoving my thighs apart, spreading me open under him. My skin was flushed and damp with a sheen of sweat coating every inch of me.

His gaze devoured me, lingering on my heaving tits, my stomach, and he gave a low moan when they fell on the glistening folds of my pussy.

"Fuck, baby, you’re perfect," he murmured hoarsely, cupping my pussy. My brain turned to mush when he ground the heel of his palm against it.

A moan left my lips as I bucked and grinded against his palm while he loomed above me, watching me erupt into a million fucking pieces.

He grabbed a new tub of strawberry ice cream from the counter, scooping a generous amount with his fingers. Without warning, he smeared the icy substance across my throat.

My body tensed slightly in a gasp; the cold was a violent shock against my overheated skin. "It’s that cold?"

"Now you know, "He taunted, dropping his mouth to my neck.

His tongue was hot and rasping as he lapped at the melting strawberry ice cream, sucking the juices off my skin. His teeth scraped my collarbone, a sharp sting that had me arching into him.

I whimpered, my hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle while he peppered my skin with hickeys.

"People are going to see them tomorrow."

"All the more reason to give you more," He hissed, biting into my skin. "I want Jason to see it and know he can’t fucking have you. You belong to me."

"Ooh, is my big bad boss jealous?" I teased, and the brute spanked my tits, his brows snapping together in a frown. "Ow! Why?"

He moved his mouth lower, scooping more ice cream and painting my tits, covering the plump, milky mounds completely.

The cold made my nipples pucker, and Finnegan watched them, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, before he descended.

His mouth latched onto my tits brutally. He sucked hard, pulling my nipple deep into the hot, wet cave of his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

His other hand found my other tit, his fingers pinching the nipple cruelly, twisting it until a sharp cry tore from my throat. He released my nipple with a wet pop, only to deliver a sharp smack right against the sensitive flesh.

"Ah!" I cried out, the sting blossoming into a throbbing heat that shot straight to my clit.

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