The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

There was nothing sexier than a very aroused Finnegan Wolfe. I watched him, my own arousal a slick, wet heat between my thighs.

Finnegan was beautiful.

His head was thrown back against the flimsy wall of the photo booth, the sharp line of his jaw clenched so tight it was a wonder his teeth didn’t crack.

His eyes were squeezed shut. A few seconds ago I had seen them roll back in pure pleasure.

His hands were fisted in my hair. His cock was thick and heavy on my tongue, swollen and pulsing hotly. I could feel him fighting it, fighting the urge to thrust, to take control, to fuck my throat the way he really wanted to.

The way I needed him to. Seeing him struggle for control only had me wetter and hungrier for more. I wanted to break it. I wanted to shatter his control until he was completely lost to the pleasure I was giving him.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him so hard my jaw ached, creating a vacuum that made his hips jerk off the bench. I drew back until just the head was trapped between my lips.

He always made a hitching sound every time I tongued the slit of his cock and I was starting to get very addicted to that shaky sound.

I teased the slit, drawing waves of his precum into my mouth, moaning and slurping it down before sinking back down.

My eyes watered as I took him deep, relaxing my throat until my nose was buried in the coarse hair at his base, my lips stretched around his thick throbbing shaft.

The veins were beating hotly against my tongue. There was laughter from the people in the photo booth next to us. Finnegan’s face reddened as he fought so hard to hold back.

"Christ," he hissed, his voice a ragged, strained whisper. "Abigail."

I hummed and he cursed, his green eyes flying open. His grip on my hair tightened, the muscles in his thighs tensed.

As the voices outside began to fade, moving down the path, he surged to his feet. The movement was so fast, so powerful, it pulled me up onto my knees.

He held me there, on my knees, his cock still in my mouth, and with a deep, guttural groan that was pure music to my ears, he finally let go.

He fucked my mouth, brutally. His hips pistoned hard, his cock driving deep, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust.

"Fuck, fuck, Abigail," he rambled, his voice thick and broken, washing over me like a hot, loving torrent. "Your mouth... so fucking perfect. Made for me. Look at you... taking my cock so good. Such a dirty girl. My girl. Gonna cum... gonna fucking fill you..."

His words were my undoing. His cock swelled impossibly in my mouth, and then his hot, thick cum flooded my tongue, shooting down my throat.

I gulped it down greedily, every tasty, salty drop, not wanting to waste a single bit. He pulled out, and I chased him, my lips and tongue lapping at his still-hardening shaft, cleaning him, worshipping him.

He yanked me to my feet, his hands rough and demanding. The world spun around me as he bent me over the small, flimsy bench. The cool wood pressed against my heated skin.

"You seemed to be enjoying that," he growled. "Teasing me. Risking us getting caught."

"Oh, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it," I teased, licking my lips.

"A little slut like you deserves to be punished." I gasped when he shoved up my dress and tore my poor thong to shreds.

My entire body tightened with a fresh wave of excitement. "Is that all you’ve got, Wolfe?" I taunted, pushing my ass back against him. "Punish me, then."

He didn’t need a second invitation. With one brutal thrust, he drove into me from behind, splitting me open on his thick cock. I cried out, my hands slapping against the wood to brace myself.

He gave me no time to adjust. He fucked me brutally, his hips slamming against my ass relentlessly while his cock drove into me with a force that stole my breath and shattered my thoughts.

The bench scraped against the floor with every powerful thrust, accompanying my desperate moans and his guttural groans. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet his savage strokes.

The pleasure was blinding and overwhelming, drowning out everything until all I could feel was his cock splitting me apart and driving into me.

"Oh yes, yes, Finn!" I cried as his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head swim. "Right there. Right fucking there, I’m gonna cum!"

"Cum!" He bellowed, his voice rough and demanding. "Cum on my cock, my sweet girl. That’s it baby, fuck, Abigail, cum!"

His words were the final push. I came with a shattered scream, my walls clamping down around him.

My body convulsed with the force of my orgasm. He followed me over the edge with a deep, guttural groan, his cock pulsing inside me, his hot cum filling me up.

We collapsed against the bench, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing ragged. "Now that was amazing."

I groaned as his arms wrapped around me, drawing me up and back against his chest.

He held me, his face buried in my hair, his body trembling slightly while my pussy clenched, throbbing and full of his cum.

He kissed my shoulder gently, helping me adjust my dress.

"Go to the car first," he murmured, his voice soft and raspy. "I’ll meet you soon."

I nodded, my legs feeling like jelly. I straightened my dress, my body humming with bone-deep satisfaction.

I slipped out of the booth and back into the lounge, my head still in the clouds. I was walking back to the racetrack, a soft smile on my face, when I bumped straight into someone.

I froze, my heart plummeting into my stomach. I looked up, my breath catching in my throat as I stared into the cold, familiar eyes.