The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Chapter 264: RIDE ME, BABY

Abigail

The moment Finnegan’s thick cock bobbed in front of my face, I leaned forward and latched onto him, sucking the swollen head into my mouth with a hungry moan.

He tasted delicious as always, the flavor of his cock bursting on my tongue and making my pussy clench with fresh need.

I swirled my tongue around the sensitive tip, licking up the fresh bead of precum that leaked out, savoring it like it was the best thing I’d ever tasted.

"Fuck, Abigail," Finnegan groaned. His hand came down to tangle in my hair, holding on to me like I was a life raft.

I swallowed his cock deeper, relaxing my throat and sliding down until my nose brushed his balls. His cock was so thick it stretched my lips.

I loved that sensation, but I loved even more the way his eyes would flutter like he was about to pass out from pleasure.

I hummed around him and grinned when his hips jerked. Spit dripped down my chin as I bobbed my head, sucking hard on the way up, my tongue pressing against the thick vein underneath on the way down.

"God, that fucking filthy mouth!" His fingers tightened in my hair.

I was starving for him, and watching him lose control because of me had to be the best thing in a while. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, taking him to the back of my throat again and again, gagging softly when his cock head hit deep.

Finnegan’s thighs trembled under my hands. His breathing grew ragged, chest heaving.

"Baby... I’m close. So fucking close. If you keep doing that I’m going to cum down your throat."

I batted my lashes up at him, pulling away before going back to suck his cock like I wanted a fucking Grammy for it. I wanted every drop. I sucked him faster, wet and sloppy.

"Abigail," his voice broke on my name, hips jerking as he thrust into my mouth.

The first hot spurt of cum hit the back of my throat, thick and salty. I moaned loudly around him, swallowing greedily as he came hard, pulsing against my tongue.

Rope after rope flooded my mouth, and I took it all, sucking him through every twitch and shudder.

When I finally pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit and cum connected my swollen lips to his cock. I licked them away, smiling up at him with pure satisfaction.

Finnegan’s eyes were dark, almost feral. He grabbed me under the arms and hauled me up onto his desk.

With one sweep of his arm, he pushed the papers and his laptop to one side of the desk and set me on the cool wood.

He pushed my legs back, folding them toward my chest, knees bent, and growled. "Hold them. Hold your thighs open for me, love,"

I obeyed instantly, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, pulling myself apart for him.

The position left me utterly exposed, showing off my slick and swollen pussy. My ass lifted slightly off the desk.

He spat right on my clit, and it felt so hot and shocking. I gasped, my hips bucking upward. He rubbed it in with two rough fingers, spreading my wetness and his saliva through my folds, circling my entrance before dragging back up to my clit.

"Look at this pretty cunt," he hissed in a guttural voice. "So fucking wet for me. You just swallowed my cum like a good girl."

"I deserve my accolades, yeah?"

He pushed two fingers inside me, and I cried out, my head falling back against the desk, my grip on my thighs tightening until my knuckles turned white.

"All of them. You get all your accolades," he growled, pumping his fingers in and out with brutal strokes.

Then he dropped to his knees, and in a second his mouth sealed over my pussy.

I lost my mind.

His tongue flattened against my clit, dragging rough and wet through my slit, lapping up every drop of my arousal.

He alternated between sucking my clit hard into his mouth and thrusting his tongue deep inside my entrance, fucking me with it.

Then his fingers returned, three of them pushing into my pussy, stretching my walls.

"Finnegan, oh god!" I panted, thrashing on the desk, but he held my hips down with his free hand, keeping me pinned.

"Stay still," he commanded gruffly.

His fingers curled against my g-spot, stroking that sensitive patch of tissue while his mouth sucked and licked and nibbled. The sounds he made against my pussy were animalistic, and they drove me insane.

"You’re gonna squirt for me," he snarled, looking up at me, his chin shining with my juices. "I can feel it. You’re getting so fucking tight and ready to cum."

He knew my body so well. He returned to my pussy, sucking my clit between his teeth while his fingers pistoned in and out, wet and squelching, filthy and perfect. The pressure in my lower belly built like a tsunami.

"Come on," he urged, his voice muffled against my cunt. "Let go. Soak my face. I want to drown in you, Abigail."

The orgasm crashed through me with violent force. I screamed his name, back arching off the desk, my thighs trembling uncontrollably in my own grip.

Hot, clear liquid spurted out around his thrusting fingers, soaking his hand, his chin, dripping onto the desk under my ass. He licked and fingered me through it.

"Good girl," he praised. "So beautiful when you break for me."

I whimpered, feeling all limp and boneless. When I managed to lift my head, I saw his cock was hard again, thick and standing proudly against his stomach.

He lifted me off the desk and sat back in his chair, pulling me down so that I was straddling him, my knees bracketing his hips, my still-twitching pussy hovering just above his rearing cock.

He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, his eyes locked on mine.

"Now," he growled, "you’re going to ride me until I fill you up."