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 me as his assistant. And he was surprisingly gentle with it; it tore at my heart until it was bleeding somewhere 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 me with his mouth.
He loomed over me 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 me kept saying this would only happen once.
Just once, and then I would stay away. I needed his cock to make me 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 me.
