Abigail
His release was warm and thick on my fingers, coating my hand in sticky ropes that clung to my skin and burned against my palm like a brand.
I gazed up at Finnegan with heavy-lidded eyes and my pussy thrummed between my thighs. A soft needy moan slipped from my lips as I brought my hand to my mouth and extended my tongue and tasted him for the first time in weeks.
Oh God, yes, it had been so long. The taste of him made my own arousal spike and made my empty pussy clench.
I licked slowly and lapped every drop while I kept my other hand wrapped around his still-hard cock and stroked him lazily to coax out the last few beads that pearled at his slit.
He was still hard and throbbing in my grip.
"Mmm." He twitched against my palm. "You taste so good, baby. So thick and hot. I could drink you every day, Finnegan. I want to feel you flooding my throat next time." Finnegan's powerful body shuddered against me and a low groan rolled from deep in his chest like thunder.
