The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263: LET ME RELIEVE YOU

Finnegan

Her soft slender fingers slid over my shoulders, massaging them. I sighed, leaning deeper, my head pressing against her soft supple body.

The last few days had been insane, but seeing her support me through it had been terribly relieving.

It was new. I was used to dealing my problems myself, especially since Dad died. I couldn’t burden River all the time, my brother was supposedly dead, Victoria did not give a rat’s ass about me, and mother was... well, she was herself.

The thought of my mother had me tensing hard. God, it was so fucking unreal. She was dead. I didn’t think I had come to terms with that yet.

Could I ever come to terms with that?

There was also the fact that my mother and brother were behind Abigail’s parents’ deaths. Guilt surged through me every time she looked at me with those pretty and kind eyes.

I didn’t think I deserved it.

Her love, her warmth — my family had ruined hers. I didn’t deserve it.

Gentle thumbs pressed into the knots of tension in my shoulders, and like the greedy bastard I was, I leaned deeper into her touch.

"You’ve been staring at the same screen for twenty minutes," she murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the side of my neck.

Her lips lingered there, pulling my thoughts away from my mother and sending a spark straight down my spine.

I groaned softly, tilting my head to give her better access. "I can’t stop thinking about it. He used my name, Abigail. He’s trying to destroy everything I built. Everything our parents built."

She kissed my neck again, sucking lightly on the skin just below my ear. Her breath was hot against my skin. "Want me to take your mind off it just for a little while?"

I reached back, finding her hip, pulling her closer against the chair. "You always know what I need."

"That’s because I pay attention." Her voice dropped lower into that sexy, sultry tone.

Her hand slid down my chest, over my shirt, down my stomach, which flexed under her touch, until she palmed the growing bulge in my pants. I hissed, my hips jerking up into her touch involuntarily.

Christ, that felt good.

She stroked my cock through the fabric, squeezing the thick length of me until I was rock hard and throbbing.

"Fuck, baby," I groaned. "Squeeze a little harder,"

She nipped at my neck, her tongue darting out to soothe the sting. "Good. Because I’ve missed this cock."

Fuck, she had been patient enough. I pushed my chair back slightly, giving her more room. She didn’t stop stroking me through my pants, her mouth still working my neck, sucking and licking. My cock leaked precum, soaking the front of my boxers and pants.

"Abigail..." I wanted this. Hell, I needed this. "You’re too fucking naughty,"

She whispered against my skin, "And you’re so hard for me already. I can feel you throbbing. Does my big, strong man need to cum? Need his naughty girl to take care of him?"

I groaned, head falling back against the chair. "Yes. Fuck yes."

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