The Stranger Behind Chapter 117: GAGGED AND DRIPPING FOR HIM

Chapter 117: GAGGED AND DRIPPING FOR HIM

Abigail

The kitchen was quiet except for my breathing and the absolutely shaless sounds I was making into the empty air.

My wrists were tied behind , my thighs were shaking, and my cunt was throbbing and dripping and completely abandoned.

Where on earth did he go? He seriously didn’t leave

like this. Did he?

Okay, maybe I was being a little too deranged with my thoughts. I was in his penthouse where he would abscond to?

I needed every single inch of that heavenly dick as much as I could get it.

Would you look at that? It was barely thirty seconds of him not being in the room and I had lost every shred of dignity I possessed.

I rolled my hips against the air. My soaked swollen pussy clenched desperately. My thighs spread wider like that would help, a low filthy whimper climbing my throat.

It didn’t help.

I did it again anyway. This was what he had reduced

to, the last functioning brain cell I had noted.

Humping the air in a kitchen chair with my hands tied behind my back? Dammit, I would give myself a good talking to after he fucked

into a oblivion.

I was so wet I could feel my juices trail down my thighs to the floor. I almost wept when his footsteps resounded in the kitchen as he ca back in.

He was rolling a condom down his cock as he stalked towards , those sweatpants were gone now and he was entirely naked. The sight of him, thick, hard and glistening, the latex covering his massive cock made my mouth flood instantly.

I whimpered.

His eyes moved over

in the chair with my bound wrists, spread thighs, dripping cunt and the completely wrecked look on my face and his jaw tightened.

"You couldn’t wait thirty seconds."

"It’s been forever," I grumbled and rolled my hips again deliberately, watching his eyes follow the movent. His cock twitched under the condom and I pursed my lips. "I hate that thing."

He stopped in front of

then, his dick so close. "What thing?"

"The condom." I held his gaze. "I liked feeling you bare. Your raw cock filling my cunt, every vein, every throb," his jaw clenched but I continued anyway. "The way you twitched inside

when you were close,"

"Watch your mouth."

"Make ." I let my thighs fall wider, showing off my cunt. "I liked feeling you cum inside , your cock jolting against my walls, so deep and you fill

up completely with very milky drop-"

"I do not fuck without one!" He growled in a rough voice, his hand gripping his cock. "That night at the office, was the one ti I did and it was a terrible lapse in judgent.

"Was it?" I tilted my head, purring. "It didn’t feel like a lapse. So you didn’t like your dick in my wet silky cunt, every brutal inch of you stretching

open while I gripped you-"

"Dammit, Abigail, that potty mouth," he hissed, ripping my panties suddenly.

I gasped but continued speaking, goading him in a breathless voice. "You don’t want that? My pussy milking you, clinging to your shaft every ti you tried to pull back because it doesn’t want you to go-"

"Sothing has to be done," he hissed, very quietly, "about that mouth."

My eyes widened as Finnegan stuffed the fabric between my lips. I moaned around the makeshift gag, tasting my juices on it. The cotton had been soaked through with them afterall.

I gazed up at him with wide eyes and felt my cunt gush shalessly down the inside of my thigh.

Now I was bound, gagged, dripping and completely at his rcy.

And they said the universe doesn’t answer prayers.

He moved behind , pinning down my waist to the chair with one hand and grabbing my ass with the other. His cock pushed against my cunt and in one brutal swift thrust, he was buried to the root.

I scread into the gag, the sound muffled into cotton, my whole body lurching forward against the restraints.

He grabbed the chair and then he fucked .

Each thrust drove the chair forward slightly and he dragged it back and drove in again, relentless, pounding into my cunt.

I couldn’t move my hands or do anything but take every hard punishing slam into my pussy. My tits were cursed against the chair and they throbbed deliciously. Drool gathered at the corners of my mouth around the gag.

His curses, his nasty words, his growls and grunts only drove

even insane with pleasure.

My hips thrust back to et every thrust, greedily and shalessly, my stuffed cunt clenching around his thick shaft on every withdrawal.

"So fucking insatiable," He drove in harder.

My first orgasm hit fast and vicious, my cunt spasming around him. I scread but it got drowned out in the gag. He didn’t slow down and fucked

straight through it into the next one building imdiately on top of it.

Too much. Too fucking good. Oh fuck! My eyes rolled in their sockets as the second one hit harder.

I drooled around the gag, my eyes rolling, my thighs shaking so badly. I squealed when he grabbed my hair, yanking my hair back so I would look up at him as he ramd into

from behind. The hot heavy look on his face was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

I moaned when he pulled harder, grunting as his thighs slapped hard and quick against my ass with each thrust. He made

look at him while the third orgasm gathered like a volcano about to erupt.

"Every. Single. One." Each of his words was punctuated by a thrust, filling

completely, his cock driving into that spot that turned my vision white. "Mine."

I shattered. The third orgasm literally obliterated . My whole body went rigid then slack as my cunt clenched and gushed around him in violent waves.

My eyes watered, tears streaming freely, my wrists strained against the bra because I wanted to grab him but I couldn’t.

He groaned and buried himself to the hilt, pulsing and cumming hard inside the condom, his hands yanked my hair back tighter, his forehead dropping forward on mine as he panted harshly.

We stayed like that with him buried inside my wrecked pussy, our foreheads touching briefly, breathing harshly. Then he let go and my head felt forward. He reached down and untied the bra.

My arms dropped next to , tingling while he pulled the gag free. He pulled out slowly and I whimpered at the loss of him. I slid off the chair and turned to look up at him and the look in them stopped

cold.