Chapter 123: I DON’T HATE YOU
Abigail
"I don’t hate you."
Finnegan rasped in a low and rough voice, his green eyes gazing softly at .
"I needed air that night. I needed to get out of my own head before I said sothing I couldn’t take back."
Really? Had I imagined the look on his face then?
His body shifted closer and sothing hard pressed against my belly. My breath caught at the feel of his cock pushing against my stomach through his pants
"In case you hadn’t noticed." His mouth dropped to my ear, his voice also dropping lower to a seductive whisper that had
shuddering. "You drive
absolutely wild, Abigail."
Now what was a girl supposed to say to that? I didn’t exactly like that he had abandoned
at the penthouse and we should talk about things before this got intense or out of hand.
I an the decorators were right outside in his office.
So, why was my hand wrapping around the hard length of his cock through his trousers?
My lips pulled in a smile at the feel of his cock twitching under my palm. I glanced up at him, holding his molten gaze and dragged my tongue over my lips.
"I could do sothing about that,"
His chest rumbled with a deep sound and his mouth was on mine.
Jesus Holy Christ, yes.
His lips devoured mine, hungrily. His hands moved in my hair, grabbing and holding
in place, his body pressing
back against the elevator wall.
I kissed him back with everything I had.
My fingers curled into his jacket. His hands moved from my hair to my waist to my thighs and he picked
off the floor like I weighed nothing.
My legs wrapped around him automatically, his cock grinding against my cunt through his trousers and the thin fabric of my underwear.
A moan climbed my throat and I struggled to swallow it down.
He thrust his hips against mine, grinding his hard dick against my pussy that was rapidly drenching my underwear.
His brows were furrowed together, sexy lips parted with pleasure as he humped . I reached for his tie tugging and pulling at it, another moan of pleasure welling up my throat.
"F-Finn,the workers are right outside that door," I gasped against his mouth.
"Then you’d best be quiet? Right?" He ran his tongue over my neck, flicking it over the groove of my neck. I shuddered gasping when he gave one last rock and dropped to his knees.
"God!" I whispered, eyes widening in shock. My hands pressed flat against the walls to steady myself.
He shoved my skirt up. His hands hooked into my underwear and dragged it down in one motion, his face level with my pussy. Hot breaths whipped against my pussy and I shuddered deliciously.
My back was against the elevator wall, skirt hiked up around my waist, his broad shoulders between my thighs, before his lips closed the gap and latched on to my pussy.
"Oh FUCK-"
My hand flew to my own mouth, clamping down the moans.
His tongue dragged through my swollen pussy folds slowly, wickedly, tasting every inch of
while I stood against the elevator wall with my knuckles pressed against my lips trying not to make a sound that would slip through the steel doors.
He licked
again, his tongue circling around my clit making my thighs quiver against his shoulders, my hips rolling forward chasing his mouth, grinding and humping his face like a greedy slut.
His fingers found the soaked entrance of my pussy and two of them pushed in slowly.
"Yes, god, yes, more," I wailed, then bit harder into my knuckles.
My eyes snapped shut as I could feel every clench and flutter of my cunt walls as they stretched around him, his mouth still worked my clit while his fingers curled inside my gushing hot pussy and stroked that sweet spot that drove
insane.
"There’s my little slut. God, you’re soaking," He groaned against my pussy, his hot breath hitting straight over my clit. "Dripping all over my fingers and we haven’t even started. I want to do so much more to you, Abigail."
My walls clenched around him hard.
"Feel free to exercise that right to the full, Mr Wolfe," I panted and squealed when he pumped his fingers harder into cunt.
"Slutty girl. This needy cunt missed , yes?"
I reached down and sunk my fingers into thick strands of his hair, pushing my pussy eagerly against his fingers and his face. "What do you think?"
He rewarded
by sucking my clit into his mouth and working his fingers faster, the wet sounds of my soaking pussy getting fucked filled the space.
My thighs were shaking against his shoulders. My hips rolled with every thrust of his fingers, grinding my pussy against his face, unable to hold back the screams that tore through my body.
He added a third finger and that stretch made my eyes roll.
His mouth worked harder, his tongue flicking and circling while his fingers pounded into my cunt. I stood there biting my own fist and shaking and soaking and so close, so devastatingly close.
His teeth grazed my clit sending a sharp jolt of pain up my spine then he closed his lips around it and sucked my clit hard.
Yeah, that fucking ruined .
I bit down on my hand so hard I would have marks. My walls clamped down around his fingers in long rolling pulses, my thighs locking around his head, my whole body shaking as my cum flooded his face.
His fingers fucked
through every wave, thoroughly, until my legs were liquid and I was slumped against the elevator wall gazing down at him with heavy lidded eyes.
He rose off the floor, his mouth glistening with my juices. I moaned when he kissed , the tangy taste of my cum filling my mouth.
His hands went to his belt and I could hear it slide free. My pussy clenched eagerly while the other sane part of
argued that we were in the fucking elevator!
Who cared? The decorators were busy. It would be quick. I needed his cock inside
as soon as-
Ding.
The button outside the elevator rang making us both freeze.
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