The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284: TOUCH YOURSELF

Abigail

"Oh Christ," he hissed, his chest heaving as he gazed down at me.

The roar of the waterfall outside the cave made everything feel more... intense. Maybe it was because it was just the two of us in here, and I got to have him like this especially after the whole problems we had waded these past few days.

The blue bioluminescent glow painted his body in light, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every drop of water still clinging to his bronze skin.

I could hear the distant crash of water against the rock outside the cave. A salty smell hung heavy in the air, but it couldn’t mask Finnegan’s enticing scent.

I dragged my tongue slowly up the thick underside of his cock, savoring the way it jerked against my lips. He was so hot, so heavy.

I moaned loudly around him as I took the head into my mouth, sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks until he hissed through his teeth.

The wet, filthy sound of my sucking echoed softly in the cave, mixing with the distant roar of the waterfall.

I was hornier than I’d been in days, and Finnegan, looking like a god bathed in blue light, his muscles straining as he fought not to grab me, was only making me hornier still.

I wanted more

"Fuck, Abigail," he groaned, his voice rough. "Those lips are so fucking sinful, baby. Suck it deeper... yeah, just like that. I can feel your throat trying to take me."

I whimpered around his thick shaft, taking him further until he bumped the back of my throat. My eyes watered, tears spilling down my cheeks, but I didn’t stop, bobbing my head along his cock, spit dripping down my chin and onto my bikini top.

That made the white fabric go transparent against my hardened nipples. My breasts jiggled and swayed as I worked his cock hungrily.

It was getting uncomfortable bending over, my pussy throbbing with need, so I dropped to my knees on the cold stone floor of the cave, moaning at the way he filled my mouth, the salty taste of his precum coating my tongue.

"Touch yourself," Finnegan commanded, his voice tight with restraint. "Touch yourself, love, while you suck my cock. I want you dripping."

"Yes," I moaned over his cock, sliding my hand down into my bikini bottoms.

My fingers found my swollen, slick clit, sending light shocks of pleasure through me. I rubbed tight circles over it as I sucked him, the sensation making me dizzy, making me moan around his cock like a slut.

"That’s it," he growled, watching me with dark, hungry eyes. "Finger that little pussy. Is it wet? Tell me how wet you are."

I pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting my lips to his throbbing cock.

"Soaked," I panted, my fingers rubbing my clit frantically. "I’m fucking soaked, Finn."

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