The Stranger Behind Chapter 16: PLAYING WITH FIRE

Chapter 16: PLAYING WITH FIRE

Abigail

Oh my God.

Every inch of

obeyed that command in his deep dark voice. My hips moved on their own accord, grinding again, circling while I rubbed my pussy over the thick length of him.

My eyes snapped closed when his tongue flicked out to lick my skin, soothing the bite mark. My entire body wracked and trembled as he nipped at my wrist, working his mouth up my forearm while I rode his lap. My brain turned to fucking mush as I whimpered and moaned and completely forgot how to think.

Oh god yes, yes, more.

The hand on my throat tightened just slightly as I bounced on his cock. I was soaked and aching, my bare pussy dripping my juices all over his pants.

His hips bucked up suddenly, grinding his cock against my clit with enough force to make

cry out.

"Fuck!" The word tore from my throat before I could stop it. Shit, my voice! He didn’t seem to notice. His hand left my throat, gripped my hip, then-

"Oh my... Ohhh," I gasped, trailing off in a moan when his other hand slid between my legs from behind and Two thick fingers plunged into my pussy without warning. My back arched, my head falling back against his shoulder as he finger-fucked

rcilessly.

His fingers curled inside , finding a spot that made my vision blur, pumping in and out while his other hand gripped my throat tighter.

"So fucking wet," he growled against my ear. "You’re dripping all over my hand like a needy little slut."

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I couldn’t respond, I could only whimper and moan as he drilled his fingers into

over and over. The wet sounds of my pussy getting plowed by his thick fingers filled the space around us, it was so fucking filthy and perfect.

"More, I can take more," I drawled, lifting my hips to grind down on his hand, trying to take him deeper. My eyes widened when a third finger teased my pussy slit and pushed right in along with the others.

"Fuck !" The stretch burned. Pleasure edged with pain that made my toes curl.

"I intend to," He rasped in my ears, licking the shell of my earlobe before growling. My legs got raised off the floor, hanging in the air while his fingers moved in and out of my cunt.

The pressure built like crazy. I glanced down to watch his fingers sink into my cunt, then pull out only for all three to slam right back in. His thumb and the rest of his palm kept slapping against my clit every single ti his fingers thrust in and my eyes rolled in their sockets.

My pussy clenched around his fingers, trying to pull him deeper. The pressure built at the base of my spine, coiling tighter and tighter.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god,"

"Ares, Not God, Ares" he growled, delivering a sharp loud smack right over my clit. "I’m the one fucking your pussy,"

The orgasm ripped through . I scread, not caring who heard, my entire body convulsing as I ca hard around his fingers.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through . My pussy clenched, juices gushing around his hand, soaking his fingers, his palm, dripping down onto his pants.

He pumped his fingers all through my orgasm, drawing out every last tremor. My head went light.

My entire body shuddered as I collapsed back against his chest, panting heavily. He pulled his fingers from my pussy slowly and I whimpered at the loss, my pussy walls clenching around nothing.

He brought his hand up, his fingers, drenched in my arousal, glistened in the low light. They pressed against my lips and I parted them, holding his green eyes while I sucked his fingers in.

The sweet musk of my own arousal filled my tongue. He began thrusting his fingers in my mouth the sa way he’d pumped them into my pussy. I stuck out my tongue to slurp on them until he pulled his fingers from my mouth with a wet pop.

My boss could be cold all he wanted back at the office but here he was a nasty, dirty fucker and I wanted, needed my pussy stretched and pounded by the huge cock currently poking

in the ass.

His eyes locked on my breasts, still barely contained in the black lace teddy.

"Off."

My hands trembled as I reached for the straps and slid them down my shoulders. The teddy peeled away from my tits and they spilled free, heavy and aching.

His hand shot out. Smack. The sound cracked through the air. My tits stung, the flesh jiggling from the impact of his smack.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, my nipple hardening. What the hell was that—he raised his hand and brought it down harder on my other tit. My knees nearly buckled. Pleasure shot straight to my cunt and a stream of juices seeped out of my cunt.

"Greedy goddess," he growled in a rough, edgy voice. "ls Aphrodite insatiable? You already ca once and are still dripping for more."

"Give

your cock and we can test that theory," I panted, arching deeper into his arms. "Please,

"Please what?" His hand ca down again, smacking my poor tits until they bounced, all plump and red. "Use your words, Aphrodite."

"Please fuck ," I begged shalessly. "I need your cock inside ,""

He let out a low groan. "Get on your knees."

I didn’t need to be told twice. I slid off his body, my knees feeling like jello as they dropped to the floor. My eyes level with the massive tent straining against his pants.

"Oh my," I purred, darting my tongue out to wet my bottom lip.

I could see the damp spot where his precum had soaked through, his cock twitching beneath the fabric.

"Wait." He grunted, narrowing his eyes behind the mask. My heart stopped.

No, he couldn’t possibly know now! Not now!

"That thing you just did." His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. "With your tongue."

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

"What about it?" I whispered, pitching my voice even lower, breathier.

He tilted his head, studying . "I’ve seen that before."

I had to play dumb, I had to deflect this, I needed his cock, if he found out, he would stop!

"I’m sure lots of girls do it," I purred, trying to lean forward again.

His grip in my hair tightened, holding

in place.

"No." His eyes bored into mine. "Not like that. That exact movent-"

I cut him off by grabbing his cock through his pants and squeezing hard. He hissed, hips jerking against my hand.

"Are you going to let

suck your cock, Ares?" I murmured, my other hand working his belt buckle, "or are you going to keep talking?"

His jaw clenched. I could see the war happening behind his eyes.

Please don’t recognize , I begged ntally, letting breath ghost over the bulge in his pants.

"Because I’ve been thinking about having you in my mouth all night," I whispered.

"Feeling you hit the back of my throat, tasting you."

His grip in my hair loosened slightly.

Co on. Forget it. Just forget it.

Dammit, I needed to stop licking my bottom lip around him, or I was screwed. I peeked up at him through my lashes.

"Please?"

The suspicion in his eyes flickered and desire won. Thank God.

He leaned forward, still seated on the couch, and grabbed my hair again, tugging my face closer to his cock beneath the cloth.

"Open up."