Abigail
I had absolutely no bit of sha left in my body. His hands closed over mine, guiding my feet, showing exactly how to please him.
His fingers trailing against the sensitive arch of my feet sent shivers through , making my cunt clench around the glass dildo still buried deep inside .
"Like this," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Tighter,"
I squeezed my feet around his thick shaft, and his hips jerked forward. His cock slid between my feet, the head bumping against my toes with every thrust. Pre-cum leaked steadily now, saring across my skin, making the glide slick and smooth.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his head falling back, and it was so fucking beautiful, seeing him like that, his head thrown back wildly in pleasure.
"Just like that."
His free hand moved to my pussy, slapping it lightly. The sharp sting made gasp, my walls clamping down around the dildo. He did it again, harder this ti, the sound of flesh hitting flesh mixing with the wet squelching noise of the toy in my cunt.
"Such a greedy little pussy," he rasped, his fingers finding my clit and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. "I could spend all night mapping every inch of you, Abigail. Every single fucking inch."
"Yes," I moaned, my hips bucking upward. "God, yes."
His other hand moved to my tits, pinching and twisting my nipples until they were hard and aching, drawing closer to the edge.
"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was pleading for. More pain? More pleasure? Both? He twisted my nipple harder, and I scread. Oh, both, definitely both.
"Please what?" he demanded, his voice harsh with arousal. "Tell what you want, you filthy little thing."
"Your cum," I gasped, the words tumbling out shalessly. "I want your cum in my mouth. Please, Finn. Let taste you."
His eyes darkened, a wicked smirk spreading across his face. "Oh, you’ll taste , all right. You’ll taste every last fucking drop."
He pulled away from my feet, leaving suddenly empty and aching. Before I could protest, he climbed the bed and knelt over my face, his thick cock hovering just above my lips. The head was swollen and flushed red, beads of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
"Open wide," he commanded.
I obeyed instantly, my mouth falling open. He sank into slowly, but I was having none of that. If I wanted slow, I would go to a freaking pick--up bar. I surged upward, taking him deeper, my tongue swirling around the shaft as I swallowed him down.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hips jerking forward.
He sat on my face then, his balls pressing against my chin. His cock filled my throat, cutting off my air, but I didn’t care. The feeling of being completely consud by him, of having him in my mouth, in my throat, was intoxicating.
My hands flew to his thighs, gripping them hard, holding him in place as my throat muscles tightened around his shaft.
My pussy clenched and gushed with excitent. I was completely at his rcy, and I loved it a little too much.
I lost my mind when he began thrusting.
I could only moan around his thick shaft, my eyes rolling back in my head as he fucked my throat rcilessly. My wet, gagging noises mixed with his grunts and groans, the bed creaking beneath us.
"I’m going cum," he gritted out, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I’ll fill that pretty mouth with my cum!"
His words sent over the edge. My pussy spasd violently, and with a sudden gush, the glass dildo shot out of , landing on the bed with a wet thud.
I convulsed beneath him, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm as I drank down his hot, delicious cum, swallowing greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop.
When he finally pulled away, I was gasping for air, my face wet with tears and saliva, my body still trembling with aftershocks. He rose from the bed, and I watched, dazed, as he rolled a condom down his still-hard cock.
I gasped when he dragged to the edge of the bed, my legs falling over the side as he lifted them onto his shoulders.
"Ready for another?" he asked, a wicked glint in his dark green eyes.
"Always," I breathed, my body humming for him.
He sank into in one brutal thrust, filling , stretching open until I was whimpering with pleasure. His hips snapped forward, each thrust driving deeper than the last, his balls slapping against my ass with every movent.
"God, this never gets old," he groaned, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. "So wet for . This pussy was made for my cock."
He picked up the discarded glass dildo, bringing it to my lips. "Clean it," he commanded. "Taste how fucking delicious you are."
I opened my mouth obediently, my tongue swirling around the toy, tasting my own juices as he continued to pound into .
The sensations of his cock filling , the taste of my own arousal, the sight of him watching with those hungry green eyes, were almost too much to bear.
"I’m close," I gasped, my hips rising to et his thrusts. "So, fucking close."
" too," he growled, leaning forward, his body covering mine. "Cum with , Abigail. Cum all over my fucking cock, my sweet little slut."
His lips crashed against mine, a brutal, possessive kiss that stole my breath. His cock drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside . I scread into his mouth as my orgasm hit , my walls clamping down around him, my body trembling.
He groaned against my lips, his own orgasm following mine. His cock pulsed inside as he filled the condom with his hot cum.
We stayed like that for a long mont, our bodies locked together, our mouths still fused in a passionate kiss as we rode out the waves of pleasure together.
When he finally pulled away, I was breathless, boneless, completely sated. He collapsed beside , pulling into his arms, and I snuggled against his chest.
"I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,"
A smile tugged at my lips, and I raised my head to look at him. "We haven’t even parted yet."
He reached to twirl a curl of my hair around his finger. "I know. It is maddening, feeling this way."
What way?
My stomach dropped as his words dawned on . I was probably overthinking this. It was probably just post-nut clarity or sothing. I an, the sex was obviously that good, but that was all it was between us.
Right?
Unlike all my other days of coming to the club, Finnegan helped get dressed, and we walked out of the club together, chatting our heads off. He had insisted on driving ho, and I was too high on the mind-blowing sex we had just had to argue with him anyway.
When I resud work the next day, however, the high was completely gone, and a rather furious Finnegan was waiting in his office.
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