Finnegan
I had never been so fucking furious to see the color purple before.
I saw it the minute the light in the room caught her throat. There was a faint purple bruise under all that makeup on her neck.
My hands moved, unclasping the collar I had placed around her neck. I tossed it behind , tilting her neck up so I could see. Soone’s hand had been on her throat.
"Who did this?"
"Finn, it’s nothing."
It wasn’t nothing.
No one fucking touched her without my permission.
"Who?" I repeated, my thumb trailing over her silky skin, a cold, murderous feeling sitting on my chest.
Whoever had left that mark on her soft skin was going to regret having hands by the ti I was through with them. My jaw was so tight it ached. "Who put their hands on you, Abigail?"
She sighed, turning to face , her heaving tits rising and falling with each breath she took.
"Just so crazy guy, okay?" Her beautiful cornflower eyes, the kind that threatened to suck in my soul every single ti they t mine, flickered.
"I handled it already; He’s at the police station now. It’s handled."
"The police station," I growled. "What happened? Why didn’t you tell ? Did he hurt you anywhere else? Who the fuck is he? Give a na, and I’ll handle it."
Why hadn’t she called ? We had talked yesterday, and my thumb stopped moving on her throat.
Was that why she couldn’t show up for Arthur’s party?
She hadn’t called . Fuck. I knew Abigail Kellerman was capable; I knew that stronger than I gave her credit.
She was sharp, fearless, and had more backbone than half the n I had ever t, yet the thought of soone laying their hands on her, hurting her, while I had no idea- it hurt like a bitch.
"You should have called ," I muttered, dropping my head and pressing my lips to the bruise, running my hands over her hips. "Tell who he is. I’ll end him,"
A bubbly laugh left her lips. It soothed my nerves, and I wanted to hear it again.
"I’m fine, Ares. Now co on, are you going to properly fuck ? The dildo is still inside ."
"I’m being serious, Abigail,"
"And so am I," She drawled, withdrawing from .
I remained rooted where I was, watching her slide away from and climb onto the bed in the room. Her body glowed against the white sheets as she lay back, her legs raised and spread without an ounce of sha.
My breath snagged when her hand found the round handle of the glass dildo. Abigail smacked her lips, her eyes holding mine, as she began pumping the toy into her pink, dripping cunt, pursing her lips.
"I’m fine." Her voice was breathy, her hips rolling. "See? Fine. I just need you. Please,Finn?"
Like moth to fla, my legs carried toward the bed. God, I was drunk on her. Her taste, her antics, her rosy flushed cheeks as she gazed up hungrily at .
"If anything like that ever happens again," I growled, knees pushing against the edge of the bed. "Anything at all, you call first, okay, Abby?"
Her foot slid off the bed and found the front of my trousers, pressing her toes against the throbbing tent in my pants.
"I’ll do whatever you say." She wled. "If you get your junk out. I want that huge dick showing stars, Ares."
A growl tore from my chest.
Her feet pressed harder against my dick, shooting hot thrills of pleasure down to my balls and up my fucking spine. I shoved my pants down, getting rid of every stitch of clothing on my body until I was naked.
My cock jutted in the air, thick and hard, leaking with precum.
Abigail gave a happy giggle, her ankles crossing as she pumped the dildo into her cunt, getting it drenched and glistening with her juices while her feet closed around my dick.
The bruise on her throat caught the light, and I gritted my teeth.
Whoever he was, he was going to rot when I got his identity.
She lay there completely unashad, her eyes holding mine with that sexy gleam in them. Her feet were fucking magic.
Those delicate, perfectly painted toes wrapped around my shaft. The arches of her feet created a perfect channel, soft skin sliding against my throbbing cock, making my balls ache.
All while she fucked herself with that glass dildo, her hips rolling, her pussy making wet, sloppy sounds that drove insane.
"Fuck," I growled, my hands clenching at my sides.
I wanted to grab her, to flip her over and pound into her until she forgot her own na, but the sight of her like this, completely shaless, using her feet to pleasure while she pleasured herself, it was too fucking perfect to interrupt.
"Do you like that, Ares?" she purred, her voice breathy and wicked. She flexed her feet, sending jolts of pleasure straight through . "I’m rubbing feet all over your big, hard cock,"
My eyes flickered between her flushed and hungry face, those blue eyes dark with lust, and the bruise on her throat. Sothing possessive and violent coiled in my gut.
"Harder," I commanded. "Squeeze harder."
She obeyed instantly, her toes curling tighter, the arches of each foot pressing more firmly against my shaft.
Pre-cum leaked from the tip, saring across her skin as she worked faster. The dildo pumped into her, each thrust accompanied by a soft, wet sound that made my mouth water.
"Dirty little slut," I groaned. "Fucking yourself with a toy while you jerk off with your feet. Such a nasty little slut, aren’t you?"
"Yes," she moaned, her eyes rolling back as the dildo hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "Only for you, Ares. Only ever for you."
Her feet moved faster now, one foot stroking up and down my shaft while the other rubbed circles against my sensitive head. My hips thrust forward instinctively, seeking more friction, more of her.
"God, your cock is so beautiful," she moaned, watching with hooded eyes. "So thick and hard. I want it inside , Finn. I want you stretching open, ruining for anyone else."
"Later," I gritted out, reaching down to cover her feet with my hands. "Right now, I’m going to paint those pretty feet with my cum."
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