The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

The shower wasn’t enough. Not even close.

I had her pinned against the tiled wall, water cascading over our bodies as I drank from her lips, my pants soaked through from the spray.

I shouldn’t be here.

My daughter was several doors down, and honestly, I had tried going to bed without setting foot in her room.

It clearly hadn’t worked. Abigail moaned when my hands slipped between us, toying with her pussy as we kissed. I needed to see her.

I shut off the water and carried her straight into the bedroom, where a massive mirror on the vanity reflected every inch of her.

I set her down in front of it, standing behind her. She was completely naked except for the delicate gold waist chain I’d bought her in Santorini.

The thin links gleamed against her damp skin, water still trailing down her full breasts, over her lovely little stomach, and between her thighs.

"Look at yourself," I commanded, my voice low and rough with need. My hands settled possessively on her hips, holding her in place.

Abigail’s cornflower blue eyes met mine in the mirror.

Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her lips swollen from earlier kisses, and her long dark hair hung wet and tousled over her shoulders. She looked like pure sin — every filthy fantasy I’d ever had brought to life.

"I want you to watch," I murmured against her ear, one hand sliding up to cup her heavy breast while the other dipped between her thighs. My fingers found her clit, circling slowly. "Watch how fucking beautiful you are when I touch you. When I ruin you."

She shivered, a soft gasp slipping from her lips as her eyes fluttered.

"Eyes open," I growled, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my fingers. "Don’t look away. I want you to see exactly what I see every time I fuck you."

I sank to my knees behind her, spreading her ass cheeks wide. I dragged my tongue slowly through her soaked folds, savoring her taste. Abigail moaned loudly, her hands gripping the edge of the dresser for support.

I devoured her, giving long, slow licks followed by sucking hard on her swollen clit. My tongue thrust into her pussy while one finger teased the tight, puckering ring of her ass. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

When I pushed the tip of my finger past the tight muscle, she gasped sharply.

"Oh fuck... Finnegan..."

I groaned against her pussy, sinking my finger deeper into her ass while my tongue worked her clit relentlessly. I added a second finger to her dripping cunt, fucking both holes in perfect rhythm. The wet sounds of my mouth and fingers filled the room.

"Look at yourself in the mirror," I rasped between licks. "Look how fucking perfect you are when you fall apart for me. Your tight little ass is taking my finger while your greedy pussy drips down my chin."

Abigail whimpered, grinding back against my face and fingers. Her eyes stayed locked on her reflection like I’d commanded, watching herself get devoured.

Her lips were parted, cheeks flushed, tits heaving with every breath. I sucked her clit hard and curled my fingers inside her, hitting that perfect spot.

She shattered with a broken cry, her body convulsing as she came hard on my tongue and fingers. I kept licking her through every wave, drawing out her orgasm until her legs were trembling uncontrollably.

I rose, spinning her around and lifting her. Her legs locked around my waist as I pinned her against the wall right beside the mirror.

"God, Abigail," I growled, turning us slightly so she could see our reflection in the mirror beside us.

I lined up my thick cock and drove into her in one powerful stroke. My sweet girl cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders. I fucked her hard against the wall, holding her up completely with raw strength.

Every deep, brutal thrust made her full tits bounce between us.

"Look at us," I demanded, voice strained with pleasure. "Look how well your tight pussy takes my cock. How fucking beautiful you look getting fucked by me. Just me."

In the mirror was the sight of my thick cock disappearing into her soaked pussy, her legs wrapped tightly around me, the gold waist chain gleaming and swaying at her waist, her face contorted in pure ecstasy.

I reached down and teased her ass again, pushing two fingers inside her asshole while I continued pounding into her cunt. Abigail moaned louder, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.

"You like that, baby?" I rasped, biting her neck.

"My cock stretching your pussy and my fingers in your tight little ass? One day soon, I’m going to fuck this perfect ass properly. I’m going to open you up slowly and fill you with every inch of my cock."

"Fuck... yes," she gasped, eyes locked on our reflection. "I want it. I want everything with you, Finnegan. Please."

Her desperate words snapped the last thread of my control. I fucked her harder, driving into her with deep, punishing strokes while my fingers worked her ass. Her moans grew louder, more broken, more desperate.

"Come for me," I growled against her throat. "Let me watch you fall apart while you see how fucking gorgeous you look taking me."

Abigail shattered with a scream, her pussy clamping down around my cock like a fist as she came violently. Her entire body trembled in my arms, eyes rolling back as wave after wave crashed through her.

The sight of her losing control in the mirror pushed me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I buried myself as deep as possible and came hard, spilling thick, hot ropes of cum deep into her spasming pussy.

I kept thrusting through it, grinding against her, filling her until my release leaked out around my cock. I kissed her deeply, tenderly, then carried her to the bed. I laid her down gently and pulled her into my arms, her head resting on my chest.

She traced lazy patterns on my skin, the gold waist chain still circling her waist.

"We should probably talk about what to do about Gavin."