The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: TOUCHING HERSELF

Abigail

"You’re going to take every inch," He would rasp in my ear, his cock driving into my sopping cunt from behind, thick and brutal and absolutely merciless. "Every. Single. Inch."

"Yes," I moaned, my fingers pumping hard and deep in my cunt, imagining that arrogant jackass as he fucked me deep into oblivion.

My hips bucked forward to meet every thrust of my two fingers and with a soft wail, my free hand grabbed my breast, squeezing roughly, pinching my nipple until the sharp sting shot straight to where I wanted his cock to split me open.

Fuck me, harder!

"Oh god!" My back arched off the mattress, my thighs spreading wider, my cunt swallowing my fingers greedily. My pussy walls clenched and spasmed around them.

"Greedy, slutty little thing," he would growl and my pussy dripped shamelessly to prove his point.

I needed all that massive cock slamming into me, his dick shining with juices from my cunt as he pounded into my sopping wet hole with a relentless punishing rhythm that had my eyes rolling back. "Look at this drenched cunt, weeping all over my cock."

My fingers drove deeper, curling viciously, hitting that sweet spot in my cunt.

Yes, yes, I’m gonna cum.

My palm grinded against my swollen clit with every thrust while I pictured his cock split me open over and over.

"Don’t stop," I begged, my hips rolling frantically. "Please don’t stop, I’m so close, I’m right there!"

His thumb would push into my ass while he destroyed my pussy, fucking me back there and oh-

"FUCK!"

My walls clamped down hard, clenching and spasming, my whole body seizing as pleasure crashed through every nerve ending I owned in violent devastating waves.

My mouth fell open in a soundless moan. I buried my head deeper in the pillow, gasping as my thighs shook so hard and my juices drenched my fingers.

That felt amazing. But never as amazing as the orgasms that bastard stole from me. The club would be opening on Sunday this week and my entire body was on fire just waiting for it. I had endured a whole week with Wolfe, but tomorrow he was going to pay back every orgasm he stole from me last Saturday.

A tiny smile curved my lips and I removed my fingers from my pussy, bringing them to my lips, lapping my cum up slowly.

Then I threw my hands back, stretched like a cat, rolled out of bed, and moved to the bathroom.

I had to be at Arthur’s estate by five. Annette had gone to see Talia and Max’s new dog a few blocks away and I was supposed to be getting dressed to go to Arthur’s estate but I’d gotten carried away.

Like some horny slut.

Well, technically I was a horny slut all thanks to a certain jackass.

An hour later, I had a red sequined dress that ended several inches above my knees, draping over curves and hanging over my ass.

The strapless bodice hugged my tits rather greedily and a halter choker was wrapped around my throat. I topped it with red tassel earrings swinging at my jaw and swept my dark hair up in a loose bun with bangs falling around my face.

I ordered a cab then tried the number from the package sent to me for my parent’s death one more time while I waited for my cab. It was still unreachable.

"Bullshit," I grumbled walking out of the house once I got the message that my Uber had arrived. I couldn’t keep waiting around. I would have to do something else to find out the truth of my parents death. And I wasn’t wasting anymore time.

***

He gave a surprise laugh, his eyes crinkling at the sides. "I was. I am deeply, profoundly sorry. Are you sure you’re not hurt?"

"I’m fine." I looked down at the ball still in my hand.

"Can I know the name of the gorgeous woman whose face I nearly just rearranged?"

"You nearly took my eye out," I arched my brows, laughing softly when he clutched his chest dramatically. "I think that means you tell me your name first,"

"Hmm, that’s a fair point." He crossed his arms, a smile pulling at his mouth as he took a step closer. "But I’m not particularly interested in being fair right now,"

"If it’s a matter of interest, then I’m not interested in telling you my name either,"

"Aww, come on," He teased. "Don’t be like that-"

"Abigail!"

Arthur Lewis’s voice boomed across the lawn from the side entrance of the house. He opened his arms as he crossed the lawn and I met him halfway, letting him pull me into a hug before freezing, my eyes widening.

Over his shoulder, Finnegan Wolfe stood in the doorway, his dastardly green eyes narrowed at me as our gazes connected.

HOLY MOTHER OF CHRIST! What was he doing here? Of all places???? And why today?

Anxiety ripped through me. I didn’t know he’d be here and I’d made a mistake. A big mistake. Would he notice?

Damn, Abby!