The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

Finnegan Wolfe was magnificent.

I knew that. I had firsthand extensive knowledge of that fact, in fact, considering how badly he’d fucked my brains out at the club on several occasions.

But he hadn’t fucked me as his assistant. And he was surprisingly gentle with it; it tore at my heart until it was bleeding somewhere in my ribcage.

Tears burned the corner of my eyes. The package containing my secrets was currently burning a hole in my bag while I was trying to catch my breath from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me with his mouth.

He loomed over me with his cock out, dangling right over my pussy. The heat radiating off him lit my entire body on fire, and a deluded part of me kept saying this would only happen once.

Just once, and then I would stay away. I needed his cock to make me sane.

My pussy had missed getting stretched to the limit by his thickness, pounded to mush while my brain got fogged up in pleasure. The pleasure only he could give me.

His eyes were pure dark green fire. He pinned me down to the desk, nudged his huge cock tip to my shamelessly wet pussy, and drove into me in one savage stroke.

I screamed at the burn as his cock filled and stretched me in one massive thrust. My voice echoed on the empty floor, and I didn’t care even slightly because he was buried so deep inside me that I could feel him in my chest.

He pulled back and slammed forward, and I had to grab the edge of the desk above my head to hold on.

He fucked me nastily, his cock slamming down on my pussy as his hips drove forward in hard rolling strokes.

The desk screeched slightly against the floor with each thrust, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, and I wanted him to. I wanted the marks.

I wanted to feel this tomorrow in every meeting, every corridor, and every elevator ride. My head dropped back against the desk, and I snapped my eyes closed, gasping when he drove deeper and harder.

"Look at me," he gritted.

I obeyed. Big mistake.

The sight of him above me, shirt open, muscles flexing with every thrust, jaw tight, eyes burning into mine as he fucked, it drove me even hotter. I hooked my leg around his hip and pulled him deeper.

He growled low in his throat, his thumb finding my clit and pressing in tight circles while he pounded into me.

"Yes, yes," I cried. "Oh my God!"

My second orgasm was building embarrassingly fast, my walls tightening around him. My hips rolled up to meet each stroke, chasing it, and he watched my face the entire time with those dark eyes and pressed harder with his thumb. I was right there, right at the edge, going to fucking cum-

He pulled out.

"No, No!" I whined, rearing up, ready to murder him for that, when he grabbed my arm and pulled me off the desk. He dropped into my chair; His massive body filling out the small space, and pulled me over him by the hips.

His cock was thick, wet with my juice and his precum. I placed my legs on either side of his thighs and lowered my hips until his blunt tip pushed against my pussy.

Finnegan hissed, clenching his hands into fists by his side. His head dropped back, and his hands grabbed my ass. "Fuck! Abby... so fucking good,"

I put my hand flat on his chest, pushed him back against the chair, and started to move.

I rolled my hips in slow circles, grinding down onto him, taking my time, feeling every inch of his thick cock against my walls, reaching deep against my womb.

"Abigail." His voice had gone somewhere very dark and hoarse.

"Mm?" I rolled my hips again, watching his jaw tighten.

"Don’t."

"Don’t what?" I braced both hands on his shoulders and did it again, feeling his dick twitch inside me. "This?"

He gave a sound so guttural, it had my pussy flooding his cock with my juices. His hands tightened on my hips, and he thrust up hard from under me.

I gasped and grabbed his shoulders because he was done playing. His hips were driving up to meet mine while I pushed back, bouncing my ass on his cock.

Wet sounds of my pussy getting absolutely rocked filled the room. He wrapped his arm over my waist, pinning me against him while he fucked my cunt from below.

I leaned down and bit his shoulder through his shirt. He slapped my ass hard enough to sting. I clenched around him in response, and he cursed, both hands grabbing my ass, spreading me wider, driving up into me harder while I moved on him shamelessly, chasing my orgasm, my tits bouncing against his chest, my fingers in his hair yanking his head back so I could drag my mouth up his throat.

"You feel so fucking good, Abby," he hissed, roughly. "Fuck baby, fucking take it all. How the fuck am I supposed to stay away when you feel so damned..."

He trailed off with a hoarse groan, increasing his pace. His thighs slapped against my ass at an alarming frequency.

I was going to cum. Again!

I shattered for the third time that night, sobbing against his neck, my whole body seizing and shuddering while he fucked me through it from beneath.

He fucked me with a ragged, choppy rhythm until he buried himself to the hilt with a low, savage groan that vibrated through my entire body, and for the first time, my pussy got pumped full of Castellano’s cum.

Hot spurts of his jizz streaked my walls, sending my entire body into overdrive.

He had always used condoms with me, but not tonight. God, I could feel every twitch of his cock and every hot throb.

We sat there for a long moment. His forehead against my shoulder. My fingers are still loosely in his hair.

Both of us were breathing harshly while what we had just done settled over me. My boss just fucked me.

It would be all too easy to tell him now, right?

I was the woman he fucked on the plane. I was Aphrodite. I didn’t mean to lie to him, I just... I would tell him. I would tell him, after I told him about Alicia and Drake.

"Mhmm," He murmured, leaning back, cupping my jaw. His green eyes had softened, skimming over my face. They stopped suddenly on my lips, and just like that, the tenderness in those melting green eyes was gone. Boss mode was activated.

"I had a package delivered here. Did you see it?"