The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240: UNDONE FOR HIM

Abigail

A deep shudder started from the crown of my head, rippled through my entire body down to my cunt, and then back up like a circular wave of pure electricity.

Oh, I was so close. My fingers plunged deeper into my soaked pussy, the sounds of my fingers fucking myself filling the luxurious cabin.

They mixed with my breathy moans. My thighs trembled as they spread wide on the massive bed while a freaking inferno raged between my legs.

Finnegan knelt above me like a dark, powerful god. His thick cock hovered just out of reach, heavy and leaking, the head flushed a deep color.

The look on his face — the hungry, tortured look that made his eyes dark with raw, primal need — made me wetter, and my cunt clenched around my own fingers.

He was stroking himself slowly, his jaw clenched so tight it was a wonder his teeth didn’t crack. I would bet he was fighting every instinct to fuck me into oblivion.

I reared my head up, my tongue stretching out, trying to catch just a taste of the glistening head of his cock. He groaned and drew his hips back, taking himself out of reach.

"No touching, remember?" His voice came out ragged. "You wanted to play this game, baby. Now fuck that pretty pussy harder for me."

I whimpered, a pathetic, needy sound slipping free, and pushed a third finger inside myself, stretching my dripping, greedy cunt while my thumb rubbed furious circles over my swollen, aching clit. "Mmm... but I want your cock. Please, Finnegan. I need to taste you. Just a little taste?"

He slapped the heavy, rigid length of his cock against my cheek, then dragged it down, slapping the thick head over my breasts, smearing a trail of glistening precum across my hard, sensitive nipples before pinching one sharply.

"Fuck yourself like you mean it," he growled, his voice low and commanding. It sent a vibration straight through my bones. "Make that greedy little cunt cum, and maybe — maybe — I’ll let you have my cock."

"That’s so unfair," I whined, my fingers moving faster, my hips rolling shamelessly as I rode my own hand. "I’m so wet for you, Finn. Listen to how sopping wet my pussy is. It’s aching for your thick cock. I need it stretching me open, filling me up."

His eyes stayed locked between my legs, his gaze burning so intensely it felt like a physical touch.

He watched my fingers disappear into my glistening, swollen folds, hissing through his teeth. "You’re dripping all over the sheets like a desperate little slut. You love teasing me, don’t you? You love watching me lose control."

"Yes," I gasped, pushing my hips up, offering myself to him. "I love making you lose control. I love it when you can’t stop staring at my pussy, when your cock gets so hard for me."

I lifted one breast to my mouth, sucking hard on my own nipple, the sharp pulling sensation shooting straight to my clit while my fingers fucked myself faster, deeper.

Finnegan’s breathing turned ragged, his chest heaving. His hand worked his cock faster, the veins standing out sharply along his forearm.

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