The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

This was a terrible idea.

A voice in my head warned as Abigail pressed those soft succulent lips back against mine, her jasmine scent teasing and messing with my head.

It had been hard holding back from touching her all night, especially with Victoria getting on my nerves every millisecond.

The only reason I wasn’t defacing her in public was to protect Angel and Abigail. All she wanted was an excuse to prolong this marriage, I was sure.

Abigail’s tongue slipped into my mouth, demanding, teasing. It was adorable, the naughty little noises she made as she sucked on my tongue. Her hand slid down my stomach, palming my already hard cock through my trousers.

"Abigail," I warned, my voice rough against her lips. "Not here."

But she only smiled against my lips, that wicked, slutty little smile that always destroyed my control. "Why not? Scared someone might see the big, powerful Finnegan Wolfe getting his cock sucked by someone who isn’t his wife?"

Fuck. The forbidden thrill hit me like lightning. We were out in the open. Anyone could walk by. Victoria was just a few hundred feet away playing the perfect wife for the cameras.

The danger made my cock throb painfully.

My naughty nymph caught my hand and tugged me further down the path, toward a row of private photo booths. I let her pull me inside the one in the farthest corner, my heart pounding.

The second the curtain fell shut, Abigail sank to her knees, patting the bench while her pretty blue eyes glinted at me.

I lowered myself to the bench, legs spread, breathing already ragged. She looked up at me with those cornflower blue eyes, lips parted, looking every bit the seductive little temptress I couldn’t resist.

Her hands worked fast, unbuckling my belt and freeing my aching cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip.

"Such a pretty cock," she purred, wrapping her hand around the base. "All mine."

She leaned in, her hot, wet tongue darting out to lap at the bead of pre-cum glistening at my slit.

"Shittttt, baby." A guttural groan tore from my throat. Her tongue swirled around the head, sending my hips jerking forward.

Then, without warning, she sheathed my cock with her mouth in one smooth, fluid motion.

The wet sounds of her sucking filled the small booth, the noises making my balls ache with pleasure.

She bobbed her head, taking me deeper with every stroke, her soft lips stretched around my girth. Her tongue flattened against the sensitive underside as she sank down, relaxing her throat until her nose brushed my pelvis. I was buried in her heat, buried in her, and I was fucking lost.

"Fuck, Abigail," I groaned, my fingers threading through her hair, gripping the silky strands. "Don’t stop, love. God, don’t fucking stop."

She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, making them draw up tight. She was glorious, messy, sloppy.

Spit dripped down my shaft, coating her chin, making squelching noises every time she took me to the back of her throat. Her dainty palm worked the rest of my shaft that her mouth couldn’t reach.

I was losing my fucking mind. My head fell back against the booth with a dull thud, my eyes rolling back in my skull. All thought, all reason, had evaporated. There was only her mouth, the heat, the suction, the mind-blowing pleasure.

Voices suddenly drifted closer outside the booth. A group of guests laughing, chatting, taking pictures nearby.

I tensed, every muscle in my body locking up. I tapped her shoulder urgently. "Baby... stop. Someone’s coming."

She gazed up at me, her eyes sparkling with pure mischief, my cock still buried deep in her throat.

No, no, don’t fucking do it.

She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out, creating a vacuum that had my toes curling in my shoes. She grazed her teeth lightly along the thick vein on the underside of my shaft, a sharp, dangerous mix of pleasure and pain surging through my cock.

The voices grew closer and I saw stars when she tongued the slit of my cock, swirling around the sensitive tip while her hand pumped the base fast and tight, squeezing hard.

I bit down hard on my fist to stay quiet, the taste of blood filling my mouth. My thighs trembled, my entire body shaking with the effort of not thrusting, not taking control, not fucking her pretty face until she couldn’t breathe.

I was so close, dangerously close. The pressure in my spine was unbearable, like a coiling spring ready to snap. The voices outside grew louder. Someone laughed right next to the booth. "This one’s cute! Let’s take a picture here."

Abigail didn’t stop. If anything, she went faster, wetter, sloppier, sucking me like she wanted to see me break. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, daring me, goading me, challenging me to hold on.

The thrill of getting caught made everything ten times more intense. It was depraved and nasty and so fucking good.

"Abigail," I hissed through gritted teeth, my voice a strained, broken whisper. "You’re going to make me cum. You have to stop. Please, baby."

She moaned around my cock in response, the vibration shoving me right to the absolute edge. I gripped her hair tighter, my knuckles white, fighting every primal instinct to thrust into her perfect, wicked mouth.

The people outside lingered, still chatting and laughing, pretty much torturing me.

I was right there, balls tight, cock throbbing, seconds from exploding down her throat, when she pulled back just enough to let my cock slip from her lips with a wet pop.

A string of spit connected her lips to my cock for a moment before breaking. She blinked up at me, her lips swollen and glistening, her chin a mess, and whispered, voice husky and dripping with lust.

"Cum for me, Finn. I want every drop."

And with that, she took me back in, deeper than before, and swallowed.