The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: SUCK MY COCK

Finnegan

Abigail was still trembling in my arms, her pussy clenching around my cock as the last waves of her orgasm rippled through her.

The arena around us pulsed with the sounds of sex, but all I could focus on was her — my Aphrodite, flushed, glowing, and totally mine.

And she practically just asked to be fucked in the ass. I could swear my balls surged with excitement like guests at a party. My cock twitched inside her, and I eased out slowly, savoring the way her walls tried to keep me inside.

I had to prep her first. As much as I was going to enjoy this, I wanted Abigail to enjoy it as well. I couldn’t do that here in the arena where all the toys and lube were a fucking mile away.

No, no she was offering her ass cheerfully to me; I wanted to savor this. Every single second of it.

I lifted her effortlessly, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back. She wrapped her arms around my neck with a soft, sated laugh.

God, that laugh. I loved hearing it. It eased all the heaviness and chased away the dark clouds I was so used to. With Abigail, my dark clouds were nothing.

"Where are you taking me, Ares?" she whispered, her soft lips brushing my jaw.

"Somewhere I can defile that ass properly," I growled against her ear, and she gave that naughty little laugh again.

"Oooh, how corrupting."

I carried her through the crowd, her legs dangling. Heads turned, the men’s eyes following me with envy and hunger, like they could snatch her out of my hands.

Good fucking luck with that.

After taking the elevator to the next floor, we arrived at my VIP room and stepped inside. The red glow filled the soundproofed room.

I kicked the door shut behind us and laid her gently on the large, padded platform in the center of the room. Mirrors lined the walls and ceiling, reflecting every angle of her beautiful body.

I stood over her for a moment, drinking in the sight. Her mask was slightly askew, revealing her rosy, swollen lips.

Her nipples were hard, poking through her lingerie, and my fingers curled with the need to tear it apart so I could see her soft, milky tits in the light.

Her pussy glistened, trails of my cum and her juices marking her pink, delicate folds. Abigail reached down between her thighs and trailed her dainty, slender fingers over it, bringing them up to her lips.

"Jesus Christ, Abby," I groaned, leaning down to rip her lingerie apart. My cock throbbed harder at the sight of her tits spilling free.

"What?" she taunted.

"You know what. Keep your hands above your head," I ordered.

Pretty blue eyes winked at me before she obeyed, stretching her arms up. I took my time, picking up soft black silk ropes from the side table.