The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

I had absolutely no bit of shame left in my body. His hands closed over mine, guiding my feet, showing me exactly how to please him.

His fingers trailing against the sensitive arch of my feet sent shivers through me, making my cunt clench around the glass dildo still buried deep inside me.

"Like this," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Tighter,"

I squeezed my feet around his thick shaft, and his hips jerked forward. His cock slid between my feet, the head bumping against my toes with every thrust. Pre-cum leaked steadily now, smearing across my skin, making the glide slick and smooth.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his head falling back, and it was so fucking beautiful, seeing him like that, his head thrown back wildly in pleasure.

"Just like that."

His free hand moved to my pussy, slapping it lightly. The sharp sting made me gasp, my walls clamping down around the dildo. He did it again, harder this time, the sound of flesh hitting flesh mixing with the wet squelching noise of the toy in my cunt.

"Such a greedy little pussy," he rasped, his fingers finding my clit and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. "I could spend all night mapping every inch of you, Abigail. Every single fucking inch."

"Yes," I moaned, my hips bucking upward. "God, yes."

His other hand moved to my tits, pinching and twisting my nipples until they were hard and aching, drawing me closer to the edge.

"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was pleading for. More pain? More pleasure? Both? He twisted my nipple harder, and I screamed. Oh, both, definitely both.

"Please what?" he demanded, his voice harsh with arousal. "Tell me what you want, you filthy little thing."

"Your cum," I gasped, the words tumbling out shamelessly. "I want your cum in my mouth. Please, Finn. Let me taste you."

His eyes darkened, a wicked smirk spreading across his face. "Oh, you’ll taste me, all right. You’ll taste every last fucking drop."

He pulled away from my feet, leaving me suddenly empty and aching. Before I could protest, he climbed the bed and knelt over my face, his thick cock hovering just above my lips. The head was swollen and flushed red, beads of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

"Open wide," he commanded.

I obeyed instantly, my mouth falling open. He sank into me slowly, but I was having none of that. If I wanted slow, I would go to a freaking pick-me-up bar. I surged upward, taking him deeper, my tongue swirling around the shaft as I swallowed him down. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips jerking forward.

He sat on my face then, his balls pressing against my chin. His cock filled my throat, cutting off my air, but I didn’t care. The feeling of being completely consumed by him, of having him in my mouth, in my throat, was intoxicating.

My hands flew to his thighs, gripping them hard, holding him in place as my throat muscles tightened around his shaft.

My pussy clenched and gushed with excitement. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved it a little too much.

I lost my mind when he began thrusting.

I could only moan around his thick shaft, my eyes rolling back in my head as he fucked my throat mercilessly. My wet, gagging noises mixed with his grunts and groans, the bed creaking beneath us.

"I’m going cum," he gritted out, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I’ll fill that pretty mouth with my cum!"

His words sent me over the edge. My pussy spasmed violently, and with a sudden gush, the glass dildo shot out of me, landing on the bed with a wet thud.

I convulsed beneath him, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm as I drank down his hot, delicious cum, swallowing greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop.

When he finally pulled away, I was gasping for air, my face wet with tears and saliva, my body still trembling with aftershocks. He rose from the bed, and I watched, dazed, as he rolled a condom down his still-hard cock.

I gasped when he dragged me to the edge of the bed, my legs falling over the side as he lifted them onto his shoulders.

"Ready for another?" he asked, a wicked glint in his dark green eyes.

"Always," I breathed, my body humming for him.

He sank into me in one brutal thrust, filling me, stretching me open until I was whimpering with pleasure. His hips snapped forward, each thrust driving deeper than the last, his balls slapping against my ass with every movement.

"God, this never gets old," he groaned, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. "So wet for me. This pussy was made for my cock."

He picked up the discarded glass dildo, bringing it to my lips. "Clean it," he commanded. "Taste how fucking delicious you are."

I opened my mouth obediently, my tongue swirling around the toy, tasting my own juices as he continued to pound into me.

The sensations of his cock filling me, the taste of my own arousal, the sight of him watching me with those hungry green eyes, were almost too much to bear.

"I’m close," I gasped, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. "So, fucking close."

"Me too," he growled, leaning forward, his body covering mine. "Cum with me, Abigail. Cum all over my fucking cock, my sweet little slut."

His lips crashed against mine, a brutal, possessive kiss that stole my breath. His cock drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside me. I screamed into his mouth as my orgasm hit me, my walls clamping down around him, my body trembling.

He groaned against my lips, his own orgasm following mine. His cock pulsed inside me as he filled the condom with his hot cum.

We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies locked together, our mouths still fused in a passionate kiss as we rode out the waves of pleasure together.

When he finally pulled away, I was breathless, boneless, completely sated. He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms, and I snuggled against his chest.

"I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,"

A smile tugged at my lips, and I raised my head to look at him. "We haven’t even parted yet."

He reached to twirl a curl of my hair around his finger. "I know. It is maddening, feeling this way."

What way?

My stomach dropped as his words dawned on me. I was probably overthinking this. It was probably just post-nut clarity or something. I mean, the sex was obviously that good, but that was all it was between us.

Right?

Unlike all my other days of coming to the club, Finnegan helped me get dressed, and we walked out of the club together, chatting our heads off. He had insisted on driving home, and I was too high on the mind-blowing sex we had just had to argue with him anyway.

When I resumed work the next day, however, the high was completely gone, and a rather furious Finnegan was waiting in his office.