Chapter 116: DIRTY LITTLE SLUT
Abigail
Finnegan’s long fingers were going to destroy
before he even got started.
My vision blurred when he pushed in a third finger, all knuckle deep, curling them ruthlessly.
My sopping cunt clenched greedily around every thrust of his hand. My skull knocked back against the wall but I didn’t care, thrusting my hips forward, chasing his fingers, chasing more.
"God," I whimpered, gazing into his dark green eyes. "Yes, more, don’t stop."
"There’s the slut I know." He growled and his fingers drove deeper. I gasped, my nails tearing into his forearm.
"Soaking wet. Dripping all over my hand like."
His thumb ground against my clit and my whole body lurched. "Is this what you missed? Is this what you were lying to
for?" His fingers gave another brutal curl, finding that sweet spot in the roof of my pussy hitting it dead on.
"Answer ."
"Yes..." I trailed off because I couldn’t think. I could hardly construct a sentence. His fingers were filling , stretching , his thumb was relentless on my clit, and my orgasm was rising so fast I was going to fall apart.
"Cumming... I’m cumming,"
"Cum then." He drove his fingers in harder, faster, the wet sounds of it filling the quiet kitchen. "Show
how sorry you are. Cum my little liar."
My thighs clamped around his wrist, my back bowing off the wall. A scream tore out of my throat as my cunt spasd and gushed around his fingers, clenching in violent waves while I shook and sobbed in pleasure.
He pulled his fingers free and I had half a second to breathe before his hands were under my thighs, hoisting
up the wall.
His proud, jutting cock found my cunt and pushed in without giving
ti to adjust.
The beast!
My mouth fell open around. He was enormous. Always, every single ti, that first devastating stretch of him filling
completely, splitting
open always drove
insane.
My soaked cunt gripped him desperately as he buried every inch into .
"Fuck-" He grinded out, jaw clenched, hands crushing my thighs.
"Move," I wailed, sinking my hand in his hair and grabbing the strands. "Finn, please move! Fuck my pussy,"
He cussed, and rolled his hips. Every thrust he gave slamd the air out of my lungs, driving
up the wall, my back taking the impact while he pounded into my cunt like the brute he was.
Wet and sloshing obscene sounds filled the kitchen. The sounds of my sopping pussy taking every inch of him, his hips snapping forward, flesh hitting flesh. I held on and scread, hanging on to him through every savage second of it.
"Is this what you wanted?" He snarled against my ear, his cock driving into the balls.
"Lying and scheming and batting those eyes at , fuck, this was what you fucking wanted."
"Yes!" I cried, too delirious to think straight. I had missed this so much. I missed him tearing into, fucking
blind.
"Dirty girl!" He slamd in harder.
"Like your greedy little slut," I gasped. "Your slut, Finn, only yours. Fuck
like you an it dammit."
His eyes flashed furiously at my words. He fucked
harder and I lost the ability to form words entirely.
He pounded my cunt into the wall brutally. I felt every devastating inch of his massive dick slamming against my cervix opening on every thrust, felt my pussy being worked open and ruined by his cruel cock.
My juices splattered around us, the musky sll of our arousal filling the kitchen making
even wetter.
I wanted it, wanted all of it, all of him. My nails raked down his back, my heels driving into his ass urging him deeper.
My second orgasm was rushing in hot! My overstimulated cunt clenched around his driving cock. "I’m going to... oh fuck, again,"
"I know." He tilted my hips, the angle changed and hit a jolting spot that made my eyes roll.
"Cum on my cock. Now."
It crashed through
harder than the first. It was violent and consuming, my cunt spasming and gushing around his thick shaft while I scread his na into the kitchen ceiling.
My whole body convulsed, stars exploding across my vision yet the brute kept going.
"Finn," I sobbed.
Oh it was too much. Every nerve ending in my body scread, my pussy was raw and swollen and so sensitive that each thrust was agony and ecstasy at the sa ti.
"You’ll fucking take it!" He growled, grabbing
by the throat while his cock drove in relentlessly, punishing , filling
so completely my mind went blank. "You’re going to take every single inch."
He fucked
through my orgasm, through the oversensitivity and the shaking and the tears running down my face until I felt the third orgasm building.
Then he pulled out.
I dropped but his arm wrapped around , catching
before I hit the floor. My legs felt like jello, my cunt clenching around the air and throbbing furiously.
My whole body was trembling so badly I could hear my own teeth rattling. His cock was slick and glistening, still brutally hard against my thigh and the sight of it made my mouth water even now.
He walked
two steps to the kitchen chair then pressed
down into it. My chest dropped on it while I knelt, my ass up in the air.
I gasped when he picked my bra up off the floor, ca around behind , grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind , over my ass and tied them up with my bra.
He ca around to face
and tilted my chin up, taking in the sight of
tied up, tits heaving and full of his drying cum, my cunt still throbbing and dripping onto the floor.
His cock stood thick and hard before my lips, still slick with my juices.
"Stay," he growled, then he walked out of the kitchen and left
sitting there ruined and tied up.
Wait, what the fuck? Where was he going to?
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