The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

"Hey Princess,"

The private jet hummed beneath us as we settled in. I clutched my phone tighter against my ear, sitting on one of the plush cream cushions on the jet.

My entire Friday had been torture. Abigail had spent the whole day teasing me, bending over my desk in that tight skirt, brushing her tits against my arm accidentally, whispering filthy little comments in my ear when no one was looking.

Christ. My cock had been hard for hours and I was ready to explode.

"Daddy!" Angel’s voice killed the raging hard-on in my pants. "Are you on the plane already?"

"Yes, baby. I’ll be back Sunday night. Aunt River is taking you to Madagascar, be good for her, okay?"

She groaned, and I could just picture her rolling her eyes. "I’m always good. And what could I do? Run away with penguins?"

"There are no penguins in Madagascar, honey," I muttered, earning a snort from Abigail, who was trying to settle her pretty ass into the cushion opposite me instead of right next to me.

She was already wearing the earrings I got her, and my chest swelled with pride. She looked stunning in them.

"Tell that to Captain Skipper."

"Oh my gosh, is that her?! She knows the penguins of Madagascar?!" Angel squealed.

"Can I talk to her? Can I?"

Abigail’s pretty blue eyes widened and she shook her head rapidly, mouthing I’m not ready at me.

"You’ll meet her soon, princess. Be patient, please?" I tapped the leather seat right next to me, but Abigail just raised an eyebrow and stayed put, clearly enjoying herself.

I kept my eyes locked on hers while Angel rambled on the other end of the line. "Sure, sure. I’ll let her know you’re a sweet kid."

"Thanks, Dad. Now have fun. But not too much fun. I don’t want a sibling just yet."

"Angel!" I groaned, dragging a hand down my face while she cackled.

"Bye, Dad. Love you. Gobble, gobble."

"I love you too."

Abigail’s cornflower blue eyes glittered with pure trouble as I ended the call. She was baiting me. She knew I wanted her next to me, but there was that bet between us, and my girlfriend was apparently very competitive. The jet started racing down the runway. Perfect timing.

I reached over, grabbed Abigail’s wrist, and hauled her straight into my lap just as the plane lifted off.

She let out a startled giggle that turned into a soft gasp when I wrapped one arm around her waist, locking her against me.

My hands slid under her blouse, climbing up to cup her full tits. Fuck, they were perfect. So heavy, soft, and warm in my palms. I squeezed them, thumbs grazing over her already hard nipples.

"You’ve been driving me insane all day," I growled against her neck, sucking on her pulse point, bruising the skin gently as I left a hickey. "You know exactly what you do to me, don’t you?"

Abigail moaned softly, arching into my touch as I kneaded her breasts. She started grinding slowly on my lap, her ass rolling right over my throbbing cock.

"Mmm... poor Mr. Wolfe," she breathed, voice dripping with false sympathy. "So hard and frustrated because of little, old me."

I bit down on her neck, making her whimper. My hands never stopped working her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples until she was squirming.

"You don’t seem so afraid of flying anymore," I murmured against her ear. "Or is it because you can’t think straight when my cock is this close?"

Abigail suddenly pulled back, eyes blazing with lust and all the bloody defiance in the world.

"Nice jab, Finnegan," she scoffed, pushing off my lap. "But you’re about to eat your words. I’m the one who’s going to drive you crazy."

"Give it your best shot, babygirl." I leaned back in my seat, arching my brows when she stood in front of me, the hum of the jet engines wrapping around us, and started peeling off her clothes one by one.

Well shit. I may have provoked her too far.

First, she slowly unzipped her dress, letting it slide down her body and pool at her feet.

Then came her red lacy bra. She reached behind, unclasped it, and let it fall. Her tits spilled out — full, round, perfect. Her pink nipples were tight and begging for my mouth.

My cock surged painfully against my zipper. The sight of her like this made my mouth water and my control hiss like water on a hot pan.

The lump in my throat swelled a thousand times bigger when she hooked her thumbs into her red lacy panties next.

She tossed me a wink and made sure to turn around, offering me the view of her plump, peach-shaped ass as she dragged the panties down her smooth long legs agonizingly slow.

My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I cursed mentally. Damn it, I couldn’t lose control yet — I had barely touched her. And she had barely laid a finger on me.

When she stepped out of her clothes, she was completely naked except for the diamond earrings I had gifted her this morning.

I held my arms out, expecting she would tumble back into my lap so I could play with her sweet little cunt, but instead she sank back into the seat opposite me.

"Abigail."

"What?" She flashed a beaming smile at me, then leaned back in her seat. She kept her knees together and bent them to the side, thighs pressed together, which only made her glistening pink pussy look like a sweet, forbidden treasure chest nestled between them.

Her wet, swollen, tempting-as-hell pussy.

My jaw clenched so hard it ached. I was rock hard, throbbing, and she knew it.

"Let’s play, Finn." She brought two fingers to her mouth and sucked on them slowly, making a show of it.

Then without breaking eye contact with me, she teased her pussy lips and sank those two fingers deep into her wet pussy, a soft, breathy moan escaping her lips.