The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

I squealed when Finnegan dumped my ass on the counter; the cool surface felt freezing against my naked ass cheeks, and that sent a thrilling jolt to my pussy.

My thighs turned liquid when he pushed me on my back, a soft whoosh of air escaping my lips. His eyes burned with a hunger so raw it made my cunt clench in anticipation.

"Let’s see how you like being on the receiving end, you little tease," he rasped, his hands shoving my thighs apart, spreading me open under him. My skin was flushed and damp with a sheen of sweat coating every inch of me.

His gaze devoured me, lingering on my heaving tits, my stomach, and he gave a low moan when they fell on the glistening folds of my pussy.

"Fuck, baby, you’re perfect," he murmured hoarsely, cupping my pussy. My brain turned to mush when he ground the heel of his palm against it.

A moan left my lips as I bucked and grinded against his palm while he loomed above me, watching me erupt into a million fucking pieces.

He grabbed a new tub of strawberry ice cream from the counter, scooping a generous amount with his fingers. Without warning, he smeared the icy substance across my throat.

My body tensed slightly in a gasp; the cold was a violent shock against my overheated skin. "It’s that cold?"

"Now you know, "He taunted, dropping his mouth to my neck.

His tongue was hot and rasping as he lapped at the melting strawberry ice cream, sucking the juices off my skin. His teeth scraped my collarbone, a sharp sting that had me arching into him.

I whimpered, my hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle while he peppered my skin with hickeys.

"People are going to see them tomorrow."

"All the more reason to give you more," He hissed, biting into my skin. "I want Jason to see it and know he can’t fucking have you. You belong to me."

"Ooh, is my big bad boss jealous?" I teased, and the brute spanked my tits, his brows snapping together in a frown. "Ow! Why?"

He moved his mouth lower, scooping more ice cream and painting my tits, covering the plump, milky mounds completely.

The cold made my nipples pucker, and Finnegan watched them, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, before he descended.

His mouth latched onto my tits brutally. He sucked hard, pulling my nipple deep into the hot, wet cave of his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

His other hand found my other tit, his fingers pinching the nipple cruelly, twisting it until a sharp cry tore from my throat. He released my nipple with a wet pop, only to deliver a sharp smack right against the sensitive flesh.

"Ah!" I cried out, the sting blossoming into a throbbing heat that shot straight to my clit.

"Like that, don’t you?" he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You love it when I’m rough with your pretty tits."

He did it again, a sharp slap to the other breast, making it jiggle. Oh yes, I did, I liked it a little too much. My eyes rolled when he pinched harder, sending a mix of pain and pleasure down my spine.

I had barely caught my breath when he coated his fingers in the remaining ice cream, skimmed them down my belly, and then. He shoved two of them deep into my cunt.

I screamed, my back bowing off the sofa. "Fuck, Finn!"

His cold, ice cream-coated fingers stretched me open, while his free hand roughly squeezed and fondled my tits.

The rough pinch on my nipple, the hot lash of his tongue against my skin, it was too much. God, I was going to lose my damn mind!

He pumped his fingers in and out, the squelching sounds my pussy made echoed through the penthouse. I inhaled sharply when his thumb found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

"That’s it," he commanded, his voice a low rumble against my skin. "Take my fingers. Show me how much you want it."

My hips bucked wildly, chasing the pleasure that was building in my lower belly. I was so close, the pressure coiling, ready to snap. My pussy walls began to flutter as my orgasm surged closer.

"Oh yes yes," I panted, my voice breathy. Right fucking there- No!"

He pulled his fingers out completely. A desperate, frustrated wail escaped my lips. My cunt pulsed, empty and aching. I glared up at him, but he just chuckled, a dark, nasty sound.

"Not yet," he said, licking my pussy cream from his fingers slowly. "You don’t get to come until I say so. You wanted to play games? We’re playing."

"Come on," I whined, scooting closer to the edge of the counter. "Don’t be like this. I was so close."

"Keep your legs open," He ordered, picking up another tub of ice cream.

I obeyed instantly, my thighs falling open, my pussy exposed and glistening. He drizzled the cold vanilla over my stomach, watching it pool in my navel before leaning down to lap it up. Then he smeared it directly over my swollen, aching cunt.

"Oh, that’s good," I moaned, my head falling back against the counter.

He knelt, his eyes level with my pussy, and his mouth latched onto my cunt, devouring me like I was a fucking feast.

His tongue delved deep, fucking my hole with brutal, stabbing thrusts. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending jolts of sharp, painful pleasure through me.

Finnegan ate me out like a starved man, devouring me, consuming me, his face buried so deep in my pussy I could feel his chin pressing against my ass. The sounds he made were wet, sloppy, and totally depraved.

My hands flew to his hair, holding him to me as I mindlessly grinded my hips against his face, desperate for more, desperate for everything. For him.

Only for him.