Abigail
"Another penthouse?" I teased as Finnegan unlocked the door to another ridiculously luxurious apartnt.
"How many of these do you own? An innocent girl might start to think you’re compensating for sothing."
His green eyes slid to mine, setting fire to my body as if I wasn’t horny enough already. "Maybe I’m only compensating for the lack of ti I get to spend buried inside that tight little cunt of yours."
My pussy clenched at his words, heat flooding my cunt. He had wet with just a sentence. It was maddening.
I already called Annette, telling her I wouldn’t be coming ho. My entire body was taut with need, and though there was a voice in my head demanding why we couldn’t go to his previous penthouse, I shut it down.
He already promised to tell all about it later. If Finnegan could trust after the whole thing with hiding my identity at the club, I could trust him enough to wait until he wanted to tell whatever it was that he was hiding.
It couldn’t be that bad...Right?
The penthouse was stunning, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a view of the city spread below us. I barely noticed any of it.
All I could see was the sexy man setting up the shopping bags on the counter, pulling out the tubs of ice cream we had picked up on the way.
While his back was turned, I moved behind him, pressing my body against his. My hands slid around his waist, my lips finding the hard muscles of his arms.
So sizzling sexy, it had to be a cri.
I kissed my way up his bicep, my tongue tracing the ridge of his tattoo as my fingers worked open the buttons of his shirt.
"Soone’s eager," he growled, turning in my arms to face .
"I’ve been thinking about this all day," I breathed, my hands sliding over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath my palms. "Oblige this poor starving soul,"
His hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as his lips crashed against mine in a hungry, possessive kiss that snagged the air from my lungs.
His tongue delved into my mouth, tasting, exploring, owning every inch of . I moaned against his lips, my body arching into his, desperate for more.
My fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons of his shirt, yanking it open. The hard muscles of his bare golden chest shivered under my hands as I ran my fingers over his skin.
"Fuck, Abigail," he groaned against my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, pulling flush against his growing erection.
"You drive fucking insane."
My hand slid between us, cupping his hard cock through his trousers. He hissed, his hips jerking forward. I smiled against his lips, my fingers tracing the length of him, teasing him through the fabric.
Finnegan yanked my dress up over my head. The cool air hit my heated skin, and I shivered as he stripped every single inch of clothing down to my panties until my nipples pebbled into stiff peaks.
His hands were everywhere, on my tits, my ass, my thighs, touching, squeezing, like he couldn’t get enough. I was already soaking wet, my panties drenched with my arousal, desperate for him.
I pulled away suddenly, reaching for one of the tubs of ice cream on the counter. "Mama’s hungry," I purred, grabbing a spoon and dipping it into the chocolate.
His green eyes darkened with understanding. "And what exactly are you hungry for?"
"McDonald’s?"
I chuckled pushing him toward the sofa. He fell back onto it, watching with hunger blazing in his green eyes as I approached.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked, climbing onto his lap.
"Get on with it," he growled, his hands reaching for .
I dipped my fingers into the ice cream, saring the cold chocolate over his neck. He shivered, his muscles tensing as I leaned in, my tongue tracing the sweet path I’d made. The taste of ice cream and his hot skin was intoxicating.
"Christ," he groaned, his head falling back against the sofa.
I moved lower, painting his nipples with the sweet treat, my tongue swirling around the hard peaks until he was squirming beneath . His hands gripped my hips, his cock pressing against my cunt.
I dripped more ice cream down his belly, tracing the ridge of his abs. I lapped at the chocolate, my tongue exploring every dip and hollow of his stomach, tasting him, tasting the sweetness mixed with his musky flavor.
I yanked off his boxers as I lapped at his lower belly, loving the way they rippled against my tongue.
His cock sprang free, thick, hard, and already leaking with precum. I skimd my fingers lightly over his shaft, my nails scraping against the sensitive skin.
Finnegan cursed, his hips bucking upward, thrusting eagerly into my fist while I tongued his navel.
I scooped the rest of the ice cream into the tub, drizzling it over his chest and abs, watching as it lted against his heated skin. I leaned in, lapping at the sweet ss, my tits rubbing against his cock as I moved.
"Abigail," his voice was strained, his breathing growing harsher as he watched through hooded eyes. "You’re playing with fire."
"Good," I purred, taking his cock between my tits, squeezing them around his shaft as I continued to lick the ice cream from his chest. "When do I get burned? Or are you making empty threats?"
I pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock and flicked it lightly with my tongue, tasting a bit of his precum.
That was it.
With a growl, he flipped us over, pinning beneath him on the sofa. His eyes were dark with lust, his chest heaving. The empty ice cream tub clattered to the carpet.
"Easy tiger," I giggled, and he growled, picking off the floor and carting back to the counter. "Uh Oh."
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