Abigail

I was his girlfriend.

I was Finnegan Wolfe’s girlfriend!!!

I could hardly believe it. Maybe I was dreaming? If so, it was a ridiculously long dream and it better remain that way.

Finnegan had driven us to the hotel he lodged my grandparents in.

It was one of Wolfe’s properties obviously, with the way everyone rushed and bowed towards him, ushering us up through a private elevator.

My lips still tingled from his kisses, my body buzzing with excitement. The elevator doors opened on the third floor. His arms tightened around my waist as he led me to the suite.

A very expensive, exclusive suite.

There were floor to ceiling windows on three sides, the city filled with gold lights, sprawled in every direction as far as I could see.

The fireplace was lit, causing a glow across deep brown sofas. Through the far glass panel the rooftop pool glowed a bright blue color, steam rising into the cold night.

I turned in a slow circle. "Well, this is new,"

I crossed over to the floor to ceiling windows.

My palm pressed flat against the glass. Finnegan’s body pressed up against mine in a few seconds and like fucking butter, I arched against him, melting into a puddle.

His lips found the back of my neck, skimming over my skin.

"Straight to the point, eh?" I teased and earned a low groan.

"I’ve missed you," He rasped, reaching for the zipper of my dress. I turned my head slightly and his mouth captured mine in a kiss.

The sound of my zipper getting dragged down echoed faintly in the back of my mind. My dress dropped to my feet pooling around my ankles while his large hands grabbed at my bra and unclasped it.

I moaned when my panties slid down my legs too, standing completely naked before him, his tongue thrusting against mine until he pulled away to glance down at my body.

"Like what you see?"

"Hell yes,baby" His mouth hit my collarbone, biting softly into my skin and then dragged slowly to the curve of my shoulder. He flicked his tongue over the tantalizing scrape of his teeth over my skin, leaving hot trails of heat.

He spun me around to face him, his hands pushing me against the cool and that made my skin prickle everywhere.

I could smell him and I could fucking drown in that scent. His mouth moved lower, down my neck until he traced his lips over the swell of my breast.

My back arched, pushing more of my tits against his hot tongue. It pressed flat against my hot plump tit then dragged up and I saw the stars.

He closed his lips over my nipple. I grabbed his shoulders hard enough to bruise.

"Good?"

"So fucking better," I gasped when his tongue circled my nipple. His teeth grazed it and my hips jerk forward involuntarily. The sting dissolved into a deep throbbing ache that pulsed straight to my cunt.

He switched to the other tit, his hand cupping the one his mouth had left, kneading it. His thumb rolled over the wet pink areola while his lips closed and sucked on my nipples.

I clawed at his shoulders, pushing eagerly against his mouth.

His hands moved over the dip of my waist, the flare of my hips, my stomach, spreading heat everywhere.

He dropped lower, knees hitting the carpet. My palms slapped on the glass behind me to keep myself upright.

His mouth licked and kissed down my stomach. I whimpered when he pushed my thighs apart, his face mere I chest away from my naked throbbing cunt.

"Finn," I sighed when his hot very whipped against my pussy.

Then he latched his mouth to my cunt and I lost my damned mind.

"Oh my god,"

The first stroke of his tongue drove through my pussy lips in a wickedly slow lick. Both of my hands shot off the glass and grabbed his hair.

He groaned against me, a low and rough sound that sent hot vibrations through my entire body. My hips rolled against his face as he sucked and ate me out.

He sucked on my pussy lips together, making hot noises as he did before rubbing his tongue between them and catching my hot slick juices in his tongue.

My legs wobbled but he kept my thighs apart, pinning me against the wall while he ate the living daylights out of me.

"Delicious," He rasped.

I was drowning in sensation, the taste of wine still on my tongue, the smell of him everywhere, the heat of his hands gripping my thighs and the devastating pleasures his mouth gave me.

"Right there," I gasped, my grip in his hair tightening. "Right there right there, Finn. Yes, yes, fuck!"

My head hit the glass wall behind me with a thump when he pushed two fingers into me

He curled them, stroking a sweet spot in the roof of my cunt and my vision blurred.

I rode his face shamelessly, my hips rolling against his mouth, chasing the pressure, taking what I needed while his hands gripped my thighs.

"That’s it baby, let it all go. Give it to me,*" he rasped against me, flicking his tongue over my cunt.

Long, violent, crashing waves began from where his mouth was and spread through my entire body.

My thighs clamping around his head, my back arching off the glass. His fingers kept pumping into my cunt while he ate my pussy, wringing every last drop of my orgasm out of me until I was limp and trembling. The only thing holding me up against the glass was my back and his hands on my thighs.

He rose slowly, lips glistening with my juices. "Ah," he sighed, licking them, his chest heaving as those emerald eyes glazed with pleasure. "I feel fucking whole again."

I smashed my lips to his, tasting myself on his lips. My fingers grabbed his jacket, shoving it off his shoulders, walking him backward across the suite.

His shirt followed and dropped to the floor with a thud. I grabbed at his belt and undid it just as the back of his knees hit the sofa.

He dropped into it, leaning back, breathing heavily as he yanked off his pants and boxers, baring his naked, stiff, throbbing cock to me.

I climbed into his lap, straddling him. My hands grabbed his jaw and I held my cunt right above the hot leaking tip of his cock, rubbing my pussy lips over it.