The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Fuck, I loved this. I loved watching his composure disintegrate piece by piece, his breathing going ragged, his hips rolling forward into my hands.

He belted out strings of curses, his whole body shuddering as thick ropes of cum hit my face.

I moaned, stroking him, squeezing every drop of his cum on my cheeks , licking the droplets on my lips before leaning in to suck off every bit that was left in his shaft.

Leaning back, watching his cock go half limp, I scooped every drop of his milky cum with my fingers an slurped on them.

Finnegan’s green eyes watched me intensely. He picked me up off the floor like I weighed nothing, his hands under my arms, setting me on the edge of his desk.

"Hi," I giggled and the corner of his mouth quirked up. It was rare to see him smile, but when he did, his green eyes had that twinkle to them that just made my belly flutter all giddily.

"Hi."

We stared at each other for a moment, both wrecked, his hair was all tangled and tousled, his breaths coming in short pants, whipping hotly against my face.

His shirt was all wrinkled. We both reached for each other’s clothing at the same time, his hands reaching out to button my dress and I chuckled.

"Jinx?"

"That’s not how it works," His hands found my buttons first, working them closed while I straightened his collar.

"And how would you know how it works, old man?" I teased, gasping when I realized he was popping my buttons open and was not in fact buttoning them.

"I’m not old," He grunted, cupping my tits. He parted the fabric and dropped his head, pressing his lips to the curve of my breast.

His lips moved across my skin, slowly, finding my nipple and closing over it with a low groan that vibrated through my whole body.

"I can’t," he muttered against my skin, his tongue tracing slow circles. "I genuinely cannot get enough of these."

The need on his face when he gazed up at me stopped my heart for a full second. The butterflies in my belly morphed into full dragons.

His hand dropped between my thighs. I parted them open instinctively and his finger pushed into my cunt slowly. I hissed at the sensitivity, my thighs closing slightly around his hand.

"Sore?" he murmured.

"Sensitive," I whimpered. "Don’t stop though,"

He kept the pace slow and gentle, his eyes glazing slightly as he worked his finger deeper.

"God," he breathed. "Even now. You feel so fucking good," He exhaled. "After getting stretched out by my cock."

"I know," I whispered, my head dropping back. The slow thrust of his finger was torturing me.

My hips rolled forward seeking more and his mouth found my tit again. I wound my fingers into his hair and held him there. "We shouldn’t be doing this in the office," I said to the ceiling.

"No, we shouldn’t," he agreed, lapping at my skin while pumping his finger in my cunt.

"Anyone could come up here,"

"Yes," He groaned, pulling away to gaze down at me, his fingers curling in my cunt. "Come with me to the club this weekend,"

Something fluttered in my chest. I ran my hand slowly down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric.

He dropped his forehead to mine, giving a low tortured sound when hot liquid heat pooled out of my cunt, spilling down the sides of my pussy.

"You want me there?" I whimpered, my body tightening as anoher orgasm built up.

"You know I do," He rasped, his finger working back inside while his mouth dropped to my collarbone, my throat, the soft skin below my ear. I wound my arms around his neck and dropped my head against his chest.

"Then yes," I breathed into his shoulder. "I’ll come."

His finger curled and I gasped, my thighs gripping his hand. My orgasm crested suddenly, unexpectedly, the orgasm rolling through me in long shuddering waves while I clutched his shoulders and soaked his hand completely, a broken moan leaving my lips.

Oh god, I just came from him using a finger, a single finger on me. He was practically the master of my body, playing my cunt like a fiddle, pressing and hitting all the right notes.

"Ohhhh," I shuddered, my body turning as limp as soggy noodles I was still shaking when he dropped to his knees.

His mouth latched on to my pussy. I fell back on my palms on the desk while he lapped at my cunt slowly, thoroughly, making deep hungry sounds against my pussy like I was something delicious.

My thighs trembled against his shoulders, the ceiling spun above me, my vision dizzy with pleasure, my entire body going slack with pleasure.

He rose eventually, pressing one last kiss to the inside of my thigh.

"Delicious," He rasped, pulling me against him. I held him tightly, trying to catch my breath.

Jesus, that had been intense. Was there any time it wasn’t intense with Finnegan? Every single time he touched me felt hotter than the last, I just knew he had ruined me for other men.

I pressed my cheek deeper against his chest, inhaling his scent, his heart beating steadily under my ear. I could have stayed there a long time, maybe forever.

Heck, I was almost drifting asleep when a loud buzz filled the air. It was my phone ringing outside his office.

It was Annette! My eyes widened and I pulled away from him, mumbling something about how I had to take the call.

His eyes followed as I waddled out of his office like a new born lamb and I could have sworn I heard him chuckle.

Back at my desk, I grabbed the screaming device. It was Annette. I had sent her a text about Gavin being at our building.

"Annie, hi-"

"You were right he was at our place,"

"Shit," I cursed, slapping a hand over my face. "I’m so sorry, Annette. He must have figured out who I was after he saw me at the morgue-"

"No, Abby," She whispered in a trembling voice. "He was there for me."

My stomach dropped. "What do you mean?"