The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: SUCKING HIM OFF

Abigail

Jesus Holy Christ, Amen and yes please.

My thighs were still trembling and my pussy was still clenching through the aftershocks of the vibrator.

He loomed over me, that gorgeous chest heaving, his jaw tight and those sweatpants sitting indecently low on his hips.

They showed off the sexy V leading to the huge tent in his pants. The single functioning brain cell I had left said this was a terrible idea but my desperately empty cunt sent a counter proposal.

Show him where the freaking condoms are!

"The condoms are in the bottom drawer,"

He brushed his mouth over mine one last time before sliding off the bed and-holy shit! He turned and slid the sweatpants down along with his boxers. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Finnegan’s body was a work of art. His back had to be Van Gogh’s painting. His broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, muscle moving under golden skin as he bent toward the nightstand drawer, and that ass, that ass, hard and sculpted, making my hands curl with want.

I quickly sat up, yanked off my negligee before he decided to change his mind. My tits would make sure he didn’t change his mind. I hoped.

He straightened with the condom between his fingers and turned back around.

My mouth flooded with want at the sight of his jutting cock. It was thick, heavy and flushed dark, curving up toward his stomach.

The last time he had fucked me in his office was the first time he hadn’t used a condom and I had felt every throbbing inch of him bare against my walls.

Ugh, a condom meant I wouldn’t feel him bare and pulsing as he pounded my cunt to mush.

I got on my knees and crawled to the edge of the bed as he walked towards me. His eyes roamed my naked body hungrily, dropping to my tits and he groaned.

"I didn’t think you could be this slutty, Abigail,"

I plucked the condom from his hand, flashing him a sly grin. "You haven’t seen slutty yet."

His emerald green eyes darkened as I wrapped my hand around his cock. The hot and silky shaft throbbed against my palm.

I held his gaze as I pressed my lips to the swollen tip, placing a soft open-mouthed kiss against the head. My tongue barely grazed the slit, tasting his precum.

I had missed this so much. I wanted to be back in the club again, getting wrecked and used by him all over again. My pussy gushed when his hand flew to my hair as I sheathed his dick with my mouth.

Sinking down inch by inch, feeling him stretch my lips wide, my jaw worked to take all that thickness, saliva pooling and spilling as I pushed deeper.

His fist tightened in my hair and his hips rolled forward involuntarily. I moaned around his cock, the vibration pulling a rough grunt from his chest.

I worked him thoroughly, sloppily, hollowing my cheeks when pulling my mouth up his shaft and then swirling the tip when moving down.