The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

Jesus Holy Christ, Amen and yes please.

My thighs were still trembling and my pussy was still clenching through the aftershocks of the vibrator.

He loomed over me, that gorgeous chest heaving, his jaw tight and those sweatpants sitting indecently low on his hips.

They showed off the sexy V leading to the huge tent in his pants. The single functioning brain cell I had left said this was a terrible idea but my desperately empty cunt sent a counter proposal.

Show him where the freaking condoms are!

"The condoms are in the bottom drawer,"

He brushed his mouth over mine one last time before sliding off the bed and-holy shit! He turned and slid the sweatpants down along with his boxers.

Finnegan’s body was a work of art. His back had to be Van Gogh’s painting. His broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, muscle moving under golden skin as he bent toward the nightstand drawer, and that ass, that ass, hard and sculpted, making my hands curl with want.

I quickly sat up, yanked off my negligee before he decided to change his mind. My tits would make sure he didn’t change his mind. I hoped.

He straightened with the condom between his fingers and turned back around.

My mouth flooded with want at the sight of his jutting cock. It was thick, heavy and flushed dark, curving up toward his stomach.

The last time he had fucked me in his office was the first time he hadn’t used a condom and I had felt every throbbing inch of him bare against my walls.

Ugh, a condom meant I wouldn’t feel him bare and pulsing as he pounded my cunt to mush.

I got on my knees and crawled to the edge of the bed as he walked towards me. His eyes roamed my naked body hungrily, dropping to my tits and he groaned.

"I didn’t think you could be this slutty, Abigail,"

I plucked the condom from his hand, flashing him a sly grin. "You haven’t seen slutty yet."

His emerald green eyes darkened as I wrapped my hand around his cock. The hot and silky shaft throbbed against my palm.

I held his gaze as I pressed my lips to the swollen tip, placing a soft open-mouthed kiss against the head. My tongue barely grazed the slit, tasting his precum.

I had missed this so much. I wanted to be back in the club again, getting wrecked and used by him all over again. My pussy gushed when his hand flew to my hair as I sheathed his dick with my mouth.

Sinking down inch by inch, feeling him stretch my lips wide, my jaw worked to take all that thickness, saliva pooling and spilling as I pushed deeper.

His fist tightened in my hair and his hips rolled forward involuntarily. I moaned around his cock, the vibration pulling a rough grunt from his chest.

I worked him thoroughly, sloppily, hollowing my cheeks when pulling my mouth up his shaft and then swirling the tip when moving down.

He bucked when I took him to the back of my throat until my eyes watered and pulled back with a filthy wet sound just to do it again. His thighs went rigid, his breathing was ragged, chest heaving, the hand in my hair tightening painfully.

"Abigail," he groaned in a heated gravelly voice.

I sucked harder.

"Fuck... if you don’t stop, I’ll..."His hips jerked and I pulled off with a slow drag of my lips off his cock ending with a soft kiss to the head.

His chest heaved as he gazed down at me with a completely wrecked expression on his face. His cock slick and throbbing, flushed darker than before. His eyes burned with fury.

He was going to cum and I stopped.

I pressed my lips together to kill the smile pulling at my lips and tore the condom wrapper open.

He exhaled through his teeth. "That wasn’t funny,"

"Mm?" I rolled it down his length slowly, one hand following the latex, squeezing his shaft gently. His whole body shuddered. "I think I found it very funny, Mr Wolfe,"

His pupils turned almost black. I couldn’t resist teasing him okay?

I turned on my knees, facing away from him, and pushed my ass back against his cock, grinding against his dick, moaning when the heavy shaft pushed between my ass cheeks.

I felt him throb against me and felt my own slickness against my inner thighs. Oh yess. My head whipped over my shoulder to glance at him, a thrill shot through me when I saw the fury on his face.

Oh yes, every part of me cried. He hated being challenged and I loved how much of a beast he was when he got challenged.

I arched my back, pushing harder, moaning when his cock pressed right against my cunt. My greedy pussy spurted more of my arousal and I made sure to dribble that all over his cock.

Suddenly my knees caved in and I crashed to the bed.

"What-" The air left my lungs in a rush.

He grabbed both my wrists and yanked them backwards, pinning them together at my back in one strong iron grip. The bed dipped as he climbed over me, pushing me down, pressing me flat into the mattress and he dropped his mouth at my ear.

"You’ve had your fun." His cock pushed between my ass cheeks, finding my entrance, the thick head pressing against my soaked cunt. "My turn."

He pushed in suddenly and I cried out into the sheets.

He was enormous. I hadn’t forgotten that, but the memory of his cock was nothing compared to reality of it stretching me open, filling me inch by devastating inch with both my wrists pinned and nowhere to go.

He didn’t stop until he had buried every last bit of himself inside me. I had never been fucked like this.

My thighs were together on the bed, he was crouched above my ass, his cock buried to the hilt, pushing against my womb. I couldn’t move a single limb with him pining me down.

"You had your turn, Abigail." He pulled back slowly, then drove forward making me squeal as his cock ripped through my walls. "Now you take mine."