The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160: THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Abigail

My heart fluttered at his words. Crazy, stupid and reckless thrills shot through me.

Finnegan, who always insisted on using a condom, wanted to cum inside me.

The thought of him filling me up had me mewling as I pushed back against him, grinding my ass against his hips, taking his dick even deeper. "Yes, do it. Cum inside me. Fill me up."

His groan when he came was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. His cock pulsed deep inside me, hot cum spurting against my walls.

They clenched greedily around him, milking every last drop while I shuddered from the aftershocks of my own orgasm.

We stayed like that for a while, his chest against my back, both of us breathing hard. His arms were still wrapped around me, his cock softening inside me while his cum dripped down my inner thighs.

He pulled back slowly, his hands moving to my hips to hold me up because my legs were weak as fucking noodles.

His eyes dropped between my thighs where his cum was still glistening on my skin and he swallowed.

"You are so beautiful," he rasped in that sexy husky voice.

My heart slammed hard against my ribcage. Why on god’s green earth was he looking at me like that? I could hardly believe he had cum inside me and now those green eyes were gazing at me like I was covered in gold.

I had to say something before I did something embarrassing... Like cry, or fall to his feet.

"You just came, Finn, you would think a potato sack was beautiful right now. Post nut clarity and all that."

His mouth curved slightly. "Probably not." He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You’re still beautiful."

The rapid heart beat thing happened again.

Great, along with the morning after pill, I would have to go for a check up tomorrow just to be sure I wasn’t having a heart attack.

I gasped when he lifted me off the floor and carted me to a huge bathtub in the bathroom that I hadn’t noticed before because I was too busy humping his dick.

The bathtub had to be the size of a small island. He set me on the edge of it, turned on the taps, then lifted me into the tub with him.

The warm water felt so good, a moan slipped from my lips as I sank in with him.

"Is that good?" he asked.

"Don’t talk to me for a moment. I’m communing with this bathtub."

He snorted, settling in next to me, his massive body making mine look tiny. The water was perfect. I let my head fall back against the rim and closed my eyes.

He sunk his fingers into my hair, stroking and untangling it making me lean closer into him as the water rose around us.

His hands trailed down to my shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the tense knots at the base of my neck while I made small shameless sounds.

"You’re good at this," I groaned,

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder and resumed washing my hair.

"I love this bathtub," I announced. "I want to marry it."

"You can’t marry in a bathtub."

"Watch me." I beamed up at him, my heart throwing a somersault when his emerald eyes softened, holding my gaze.

Jesus holy Christ, what was that look?

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