The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: FORBIDDEN MOMENTS

Abigail

There was nothing sexier than a very aroused Finnegan Wolfe. I watched him, my own arousal a slick, wet heat between my thighs.

Finnegan was beautiful.

His head was thrown back against the flimsy wall of the photo booth, the sharp line of his jaw clenched so tight it was a wonder his teeth didn’t crack.

His eyes were squeezed shut. A few seconds ago I had seen them roll back in pure pleasure.

His hands were fisted in my hair. His cock was thick and heavy on my tongue, swollen and pulsing hotly. I could feel him fighting it, fighting the urge to thrust, to take control, to fuck my throat the way he really wanted to.

The way I needed him to. Seeing him struggle for control only had me wetter and hungrier for more. I wanted to break it. I wanted to shatter his control until he was completely lost to the pleasure I was giving him.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him so hard my jaw ached, creating a vacuum that made his hips jerk off the bench. I drew back until just the head was trapped between my lips.

He always made a hitching sound every time I tongued the slit of his cock and I was starting to get very addicted to that shaky sound.

I teased the slit, drawing waves of his precum into my mouth, moaning and slurping it down before sinking back down. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

My eyes watered as I took him deep, relaxing my throat until my nose was buried in the coarse hair at his base, my lips stretched around his thick throbbing shaft.

The veins were beating hotly against my tongue. There was laughter from the people in the photo booth next to us. Finnegan’s face reddened as he fought so hard to hold back.

"Christ," he hissed, his voice a ragged, strained whisper. "Abigail."

I hummed and he cursed, his green eyes flying open. His grip on my hair tightened, the muscles in his thighs tensed.

As the voices outside began to fade, moving down the path, he surged to his feet. The movement was so fast, so powerful, it pulled me up onto my knees.

He held me there, on my knees, his cock still in my mouth, and with a deep, guttural groan that was pure music to my ears, he finally let go.

He fucked my mouth, brutally. His hips pistoned hard, his cock driving deep, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust.

"Fuck, fuck, Abigail," he rambled, his voice thick and broken, washing over me like a hot, loving torrent. "Your mouth... so fucking perfect. Made for me. Look at you... taking my cock so good. Such a dirty girl. My girl. Gonna cum... gonna fucking fill you..."

His words were my undoing. His cock swelled impossibly in my mouth, and then his hot, thick cum flooded my tongue, shooting down my throat.

I gulped it down greedily, every tasty, salty drop, not wanting to waste a single bit. He pulled out, and I chased him, my lips and tongue lapping at his still-hardening shaft, cleaning him, worshipping him.

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