The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

She tasted every bit as delicious as I knew she would. That was the problem. That had always been the problem.

I straightened, pulling away. She was looking back at me with those blue eyes that had gone dark, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling faster than it had been sixty seconds ago.

I had made a catastrophic error in judgment by licking the corner of her mouth like that.

Or touching her at all. Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with me?

I stepped back and she followed. Her hands came up to my chest, her palms flat against my skin, sending every muscle taut under her touch.

Intense blue eyes stared up at me, soft and wanting. "I’m sorry. I need you to know that. I’m sorry,"

"Enough," I growled, but her hand moved down my abs and gave me a fucking aneurysm.

"Please." Her fingers traced lower, following the line of my stomach. I wrapped my fingers around her wrist before she went any lower.

"I didn’t want it to end," she whispered. "Any of it. I didn’t want to lose you. I’m sorry I lied."

Her free hand palmed over my cock through the sweatpants and a startled groan left my lips.

"Abigail,"

She stroked, her palm pressing against the throbbing length of my cock that hardened rapidly under her hand.

I flexed my hips, pushing against her palm, wanting more. Her fingers found the button of the sweatpants and flicked it open.

Fuck yes.

My entire body was burning with two weeks of frustration and desire. She reached inside, Her hand wrapped around my cock through the fabric of my boxers, hot and firm, and my head dropped back for one second.

"So long," I groaned. "It’s been so fucking long,"

Every sleepless night and every cold morning and every day at work where I had to see her, I felt the want eating through my anger like acid.

She had done this to me. She drove me mad, furious, insane. Her thumb dragged over the head and I grabbed her hair, yanking her closet.

She gasped as I kissed her hard, my fist in her hair, moaning into my mouth. Her hand kept moving, stroking my cock while she panted against my lips.

"I’m sorry, Finn. I swear I am, I need you, please-"

I grabbed the hem and yanked her top over her head. The bra clasp popped with one hand and I pulled it off, ravenous and mad for her.

Her full heavy tits swayed slightly, pink dusky nipples already hard and peaked, her skin flushed from throat to chest.

"Get on your knees,"

She dropped without hesitation, those blue eyes looking up at me eagerly. Every single thread of my restraint melted away.

I pulled my cock free and her eyes gleamed.

"Push them together," I smacked my dick against her tits. "Up."

She cupped her milky tits in both hands, pressed them together, looking up at me.

Then she tilted her head down and ran her tongue over her own nipple.

Fuck!

A guttural groan boomed from my throat. .

"You dirty little slut!" I hissed, slapping my dick harder against her tits.

"Your dirty slut," She panted, whimpering as the heavy throbbing shaft of my cock hit her nipples.

My fingers wrapped around her throat. Her breath caught and her pupils blew wide and I pushed my cock between those soft, warm tits.

The heat of her, soft and full and pressing together around my dick, my precum dripping over her gorgeous skin, making it slippery. I loved the sight of my arousal marking her skin, drawing maps all over it.

So damned gorgeous. I could stay buried between them for hours. I thrust forward and watched her mouth fall open, her eyes go heavy with desire.

Her hands squeezed her tits tighter, a moan climbing her throat, vibrating against my fingers.

"Finn, oh yes. Yes, fuck my tits."

I tightened my grip on her throat. Her hands held up those milky tits while I fucked them.

My teeth grinding harder, my other hand coming down to slap the side of one full breast.

She gasped and arched toward it rather than away.

"More," she breathed.

I did it again. Harder. Her tits reddened under my palm, her moan pitched higher, her hips squirming against her knees.

My hand moved from her throat to her hair and in a flash, I pulled her head back and pushed my cock past those pretty lips.

She choked as she took it all, her hands dropped to my thighs, eyes watering while I fucked her mouth the way I had wanted to for weeks.

The orgasm hit the base of my spine and moved fast, surging through my dick.

Her throat swallowed around me and I was a goner. My head dropped back, my fist tightening in her hair, my cock pulsing as I came hard. The sound of my groans bounced off the walls of the kitchen.

She gazed up at me with wet eyes and swollen lips, her tongue chasing the last of my cum from the corner of her mouth. That snapped the last thread of my restraint.

I reached down and pulled her up off the floor.

She barely had time to find her footing before I walked her backward, one hand fisted in her hair, until her back met the kitchen wall hard enough to make her gasp.

My forearm pressed across her chest, pinning her, her bare tits heaving against it, those blue eyes wide and dark with desire.

I pushed my free hand between her thighs.

Christ, I shuddered at the feel of her drenched cunt. She was soaked through her panties, swollen and hot under my fingers.

I pushed it aside and sunk two fingers in her hot steaming cunt down to the knuckle. Her tight cunt clenched around them immediately, her head falling back against the wall, a broken moan climbing her throat.

I leaned in until my mouth was in her ear.

"You want forgiveness?" I curled my fingers and felt her whole body jerk. "You’re going to have to earn it." I pulled back to look at her flushed face.

"And I’m going to take my time."