Chapter 84: CROSSED THE LINE
Abigail
Finnegan Wolfe was magnificent.
I knew that. I had firsthand extensive knowledge of that fact, in fact, considering how badly he’d fucked my brains out at the club on several occasions.
But he hadn’t fucked
as his assistant. And he was surprisingly gentle with it; it tore at my heart until it was bleeding sowhere in my ribcage.
Tears burned the corner of my eyes. The package containing my secrets was currently burning a hole in my bag while I was trying to catch my breath from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave
with his mouth.
He lood over
with his cock out, dangling right over my pussy. The heat radiating off him lit my entire body on fire, and a deluded part of
kept saying this would only happen once.
Just once, and then I would stay away. I needed his cock to make
sane.
My pussy had missed getting stretched to the limit by his thickness, pounded to mush while my brain got fogged up in pleasure. The pleasure only he could give .
His eyes were pure dark green fire. He pinned
down to the desk, nudged his huge cock tip to my shalessly wet pussy, and drove into
in one savage stroke.
I scread at the burn as his cock filled and stretched
in one massive thrust. My voice echoed on the empty floor, and I didn’t care even slightly because he was buried so deep inside
that I could feel him in my chest.
He pulled back and slamd forward, and I had to grab the edge of the desk above my head to hold on.
He fucked
nastily, his cock slamming down on my pussy as his hips drove forward in hard rolling strokes.
The desk screeched slightly against the floor with each thrust, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, and I wanted him to. I wanted the marks.
I wanted to feel this tomorrow in every eting, every corridor, and every elevator ride. My head dropped back against the desk, and I snapped my eyes closed, gasping when he drove deeper and harder.
"Look at ," he gritted.
I obeyed. Big mistake.
The sight of him above , shirt open, muscles flexing with every thrust, jaw tight, eyes burning into mine as he fucked, it drove
even hotter. I hooked my leg around his hip and pulled him deeper.
He growled low in his throat, his thumb finding my clit and pressing in tight circles while he pounded into .
"Yes, yes," I cried. "Oh my God!"
My second orgasm was building embarrassingly fast, my walls tightening around him. My hips rolled up to et each stroke, chasing it, and he watched my face the entire ti with those dark eyes and pressed harder with his thumb. I was right there, right at the edge, going to fucking cum-
He pulled out.
"No, No!" I whined, rearing up, ready to murder him for that, when he grabbed my arm and pulled
off the desk. He dropped into my chair; His massive body filling out the small space, and pulled
over him by the hips.
His cock was thick, wet with my juice and his precum. I placed my legs on either side of his thighs and lowered my hips until his blunt tip pushed against my pussy.
Finnegan hissed, clenching his hands into fists by his side. His head dropped back, and his hands grabbed my ass. "Fuck! Abby... so fucking good,"
I put my hand flat on his chest, pushed him back against the chair, and started to move.
I rolled my hips in slow circles, grinding down onto him, taking my ti, feeling every inch of his thick cock against my walls, reaching deep against my womb.
"Abigail." His voice had gone sowhere very dark and hoarse.
"Mm?" I rolled my hips again, watching his jaw tighten.
"Don’t."
"Don’t what?" I braced both hands on his shoulders and did it again, feeling his dick twitch inside . "This?"
He gave a sound so guttural, it had my pussy flooding his cock with my juices. His hands tightened on my hips, and he thrust up hard from under .
I gasped and grabbed his shoulders because he was done playing. His hips were driving up to et mine while I pushed back, bouncing my ass on his cock.
Wet sounds of my pussy getting absolutely rocked filled the room. He wrapped his arm over my waist, pinning
against him while he fucked my cunt from below.
I leaned down and bit his shoulder through his shirt. He slapped my ass hard enough to sting. I clenched around him in response, and he cursed, both hands grabbing my ass, spreading
wider, driving up into
harder while I moved on him shalessly, chasing my orgasm, my tits bouncing against his chest, my fingers in his hair yanking his head back so I could drag my mouth up his throat.
"You feel so fucking good, Abby," he hissed, roughly. "Fuck baby, fucking take it all. How the fuck am I supposed to stay away when you feel so damned..."
He trailed off with a hoarse groan, increasing his pace. His thighs slapped against my ass at an alarming frequency.
I was going to cum. Again!
I shattered for the third ti that night, sobbing against his neck, my whole body seizing and shuddering while he fucked
through it from beneath.
He fucked
with a ragged, choppy rhythm until he buried himself to the hilt with a low, savage groan that vibrated through my entire body, and for the first ti, my pussy got pumped full of Castellano’s cum.
Hot spurts of his jizz streaked my walls, sending my entire body into overdrive.
He had always used condoms with , but not tonight. God, I could feel every twitch of his cock and every hot throb.
We sat there for a long mont. His forehead against my shoulder. My fingers are still loosely in his hair.
Both of us were breathing harshly while what we had just done settled over . My boss just fucked .
It would be all too easy to tell him now, right?
I was the woman he fucked on the plane. I was Aphrodite. I didn’t an to lie to him, I just... I would tell him. I would tell him, after I told him about Alicia and Drake.
"Mhmm," He murmured, leaning back, cupping my jaw. His green eyes had softened, skimming over my face. They stopped suddenly on my lips, and just like that, the tenderness in those lting green eyes was gone. Boss mode was activated.
"I had a package delivered here. Did you see it?"
Reviews
All reviews (0)