The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: CHASING HER RELEASE

Finnegan

Abigail was like a painting. A masterpiece of pure sin and temptation, reeling me in with every sound that slipped from her lips, every shift of her body against the sheets.

She was sprawled across the bed of the yacht’s master cabin, her lovely legs spread wide, her pretty pink pussy still glistening and clenching from the assault of my tongue.

Her chest heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and flushed from where she had sucked them herself — and just watching her do that had nearly destroyed me entirely.

Drool and precum coated her chin and neck, a filthy, beautiful mess, and those cornflower blue eyes looked up at me with raw, needy hunger that begged shamelessly for more.

I knelt over her, stroking my throbbing cock slowly, deliberately, drinking in every single inch of her like I had all the time in the world. My voice came out rough with hunger and something dangerously close to reverence.

"So fucking beautiful. So slutty for me. My perfect girl."

She moaned softly, her hips giving a restless twitch, lips pulling into a pout that she knew drove me insane. "Come on, Finnegan."

I pressed a firm, possessive hand flat against her stomach, pinning her. "Stay still, baby. Let me admire what’s mine."

I pumped my fist faster, my gaze dragging over every inch of her like a king surveying something priceless. Her full breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her dripping cunt gleaming like a feast laid out solely for me.

The head of my cock was swollen and leaking, veins standing out along the thick shaft. I was close already — the pressure building at the base was almost unbearable, my balls drawn up tight.

"Finnegan..." she whimpered, reaching for me, her fingers grasping at air.

"No." I caught her wrist with my free hand and pinned it firmly above her head while I stroked myself harder. "Be a good girl and stay still for me, love. I’m going to paint every single inch of this gorgeous body with my cum."

"You’d better do it soon," she panted, spreading her legs even wider in blatant invitation, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

That did it. I stroked harder, faster, aiming at her chest. The first thick, scorching rope of cum shot across her breasts, landing in a wet stripe directly over one flushed nipple. She gasped sharply, her back arching clean off the bed.

"Fuck, yes," I groaned, the sight searing itself permanently into my memory. Another burst landed across her other breast, then lower, streaking across her flat stomach in a long, claiming line.

I kept going, covering her soft skin rope after rope, marking every inch deliberately. Some trails dripped down the curve of her ribs.

I moved lower, painting the soft skin of her inner thighs, then aimed the final few spurts directly over her swollen, glistening pussy — watching my cum coat her there and feeling something primal and possessive roar through my chest at the sight.

When the last drop clung to my tip, I leaned down and dragged the head of my cock slowly against her clit, grinding my cum into her slick heat.

She cried out, her hips snapping up uncontrollably, chasing her release. I climbed higher, straddling her chest, and fed my still-hard cock between her parted lips. "Clean me up, love. Taste how good we are together."

Abigail moaned around me eagerly, her mouth impossibly hot and wet as she sucked me deep, her tongue swirling over every inch, licking away every trace of her own arousal mixed with mine.

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