The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

I was cock-drunk.

There was no other word for it. I knelt on the floor of the arena, my throat thoroughly ravaged and fucked. Spit and precum coated my chin, my chest, dripping on my ruined dress.

Finnegan was a fucking beast. He hovered above me, looking every bit as calm if not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, and the way his entire body had spasmed when he flooded my mouth with his cum, I would have thought he was made of fucking stone.

"Now." Those green eyes burned down at me. "Watch how a real man fucks you."

Yes, I thought, my thighs clenching, my sopping cunt clenching. Yes, finally, give me that cock, stuff me full, wreck me properly.

He pushed me onto my back on the floor and a breathless giggle left my lips. "Ooh this is new. A real man can’t afford to fuck me properly in a bed?"

From the way his eyes moved, I just knew he was raising his brows under that black mask. The hard floor of the arena was cool against my spine, my hair fanning out beneath me, my dress was shoved up around my ribs, completely bare from the waist down and spread open like some offering.

He dropped on his knees beside me and my brows pulled in a frown. Beside me? Why wasn’t he between my thighs? I needed that cock that was thickening between his legs. He planted one knee next to my hip, his body angled over mine, and he shoved my leg back toward my shoulder with one hand.

I processed what was happening barely a few seconds before his fingers drove into my cunt.

"Oh suga-" My voice trailed off as the jackass began pumping three fingers in my cunt, fucking me so fast his hands moved in a blur.

I pushed my head up to watch my pussy gape every time he thrust in and the walls clung to his fingers every time he withdrew his fingers. No warning, no build up, just his knuckles grinding against my cunt as he pumped them with a ferocity that had me thrashing against the floor.

"FUCK ME!" I wailed, dropping my head against the floor.

The obscene squelching of my sopping cunt swallowing his fingers filled the air around us, wet and filthy and humiliatingly loud. I was so drenched, so obscenely slick that I could hear every thrust, every withdrawal, every savage pump of his hand destroying me on the floor of the arena while people watched and the music throbbed and I clawed at the ground beneath me like an animal.

His free hand cracked across my ass.

"I am fucking you. Are my fingers not enough, goddess? You’ve already got three fingers wrecking that greedy hole and you want more. Shameless little slut."

He spanked my ass harder, pushing my legs even farther until my face was between my knees and my ass tipped higher in the air, my cunt and asshole exposed to him and everyone.

Pain and pleasure obliterated each other, the line between them completely gone. His fingers drove deeper, curling viciously on every thrust. "Your cunt’s weeping all over the floor."

I was. My cunt juices dribbled down my thighs and pooled under me. My inner thighs were drenched and glistening, my cunt so swollen and stuffed, that every thrust tore groans from my throat I couldn’t control.

He leaned down. His mouth found my cunt and the flat of his tongue dragged through my soaked folds while his fingers kept pumping. I shrieked, my hands flying to his hair, grinding his face against my pussy with zero shame.

He pulled back and spat on my pussy.

The warm wet impact made my walls quiver, clamping down on his fingers, my juices gushing over his knuckles.

He slapped my cunt and then he added a fourth finger.

The stretch was savage.

"OH GOD," I wailed, my thighs shaking violently, my walls struggling and straining to accommodate him, the burn of being split so wide rushed through my veins. "A...Ares, that’s...too much, I can’t, oh I can’t-"

"You can," he said flatly, and drove them deeper.

My traitorous, slutty cunt swallowed every inch of him, stretching obscenely wide around his knuckles, making filthy squelching sounds loud enough for the entire watching crowd to hear.

"You are absolutely depraved...." I hissed, my voice shaking with fury. "Un-Unhinged, psychotic, wicked man!"

His thumb found my clit and pinched down. My head dropped back in a shriek.

He pinched it again, harder, twisting slightly while his four fingers pistoned into my cunt with merciless, relentless, punishing strokes and I thrashed and convulsed and clawed at the floor

"Oh yes. Harder!" I cried, my orgasm rapidly rushing in.

"When you come to this club." His voice was low and ragged, his fingers never stopping their assault on my cunt. "You come to me. Only me. Say it."

My whole body was going to fall apart. I needed to cum. I was going to cum and it was going to be fucking legendary! "Yes, only you, only you, please Ares, I’m gonna cum-"

He wrenched away. I could feel my orgasm inching close, I bit back a pleasurable moan just as his fingers slipped from my pussy just as I was about to go over the edge and emptiness crashed into me.

My pussy shuddered and spasmed, clenching desperately around nothing. He rubbed my arousal from his soaked fingers and smeared it across my tits in one long stroke then he stood and tucked in his cock.

"What the hell? You... you’ve got the kidding me," I panted pushing myself to sit up on my shaking arms. "You promised you would make me cum!"

"You let other men touch you tonight." He grunted, his hand coming up and skimming lightly across my mask. I moaned when he pushed two fingers into my mouth making me taste myself.

"Next time you come here. I’ll make you cum," His fingers pressed deeper. "If you’re a good little slut and come to me only."

Then to my utmost surprise, my jaw pretty much hit the floor. I could pretty much imagine a smirk on his face. The bastard straightened and walked out of the club, leaving me horny, aroused and totally ruined.

Damn you, Wolfe!