Chapter 132: HARDER, DADDY
Abigail
The condom wrapper hit the floor while I savored the salty taste of his dick in my mouth.
I whined when the blunt tip of his cock nudged against my pussy.
He sank into
in one long devastating stroke. My mouth fell open against the desk surface, a keening sound tearing out of my lips.
The stretch of his cock filling
from this angle was insane. I could never get over how thick his cock was, every thick inch dragging against my walls as he buried himself to the hilt and, giving
no ti to adjust before he pulled back and drove in again.
"Don’t move," he growled against the back of my neck.
He grabbed both my wrists, pulling my arms behind my back, crossing them at the wrist and holding them there with one hand while the other gripped my hip.
My cheek slid against the desk as he slamd into .
Each thrust drove
up the desk surface, each withdrawal left
clenching for the next one, the wet sounds of my soaking pussy swallowing him filling the office.
I was glad the floor was empty except us because I was not quiet and had no intention of being quiet.
He spread
wider with one hand, his thumb pressing into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I heard the sharp exhale he made.
"You have no idea, how fucking gorgeous your pussy looks right now," he gritted out in a rough voice. "How pretty your cunt looks stretched around my cock."
The words went straight through
like electricity. My pussy clenched around him so hard he groaned.
"You like that." He drove in harder. "Filthy girl."
"More," I breathed into the desk. "Harder,"
He yanked my arms higher behind my back, changing the angle, and the next thrust hit a spot so deep, it made my vision blur.
He pulled
upright then, my back against his chest, both arms still pinned behind , completely at his rcy.
I turned my head and craned forward to lick his neck, dragging my tongue across his skin, tasting him. His cock surged hotly against my cunt.
"You want to play?" he growled into my hair.
"I want you to stop being gentle," I breathed against his throat. "Fuck
like you an it already,"
A sharp slap landed on my clit and I scread, my whole-body seizing, hips jerking forward.
"That gentle enough for you?" he gloated.
"Again," I gasped. "Do it again!"
He reached around, pinching my clit hard between his fingers while his cock pounded into
from behind.
The sensation was so overwhelming my knees buckled. He held
up with the arm across my chest, keeping
pinned against him while he pumped his cock furiously into my pussy.
He released my wrists and grabbed the front of my dress, undoing the buttons. My bra got pushed up and my tits tumbled free.
His hand closed over them imdiately, rough and warm, squeezing before his fingers found my nipples and pinched.
"YES!" I cried as sharp jolts of pleasure-pain shot straight down my spine.
My tits bounced with every thrust, his hands kneading and squeezing them. I reached back to grab his hip pulling him deeper.
"That’s it," I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder. "Right there, right fucking there!"
He pinched both nipples simultaneously, hard, rolling them between his fingers.
My breath got knocked off when he pushed
back down over the desk.
His belt wrapped around my throat, he pulled it back as he drove into
and the combination of the pressure, his cock pounding my cunt from behind sent
hurtling toward the edge.
"Finn," I sobbed, "I’m going to cum,"
"Cum," he barked.
My orgasm crashed through
in violent waves, my walls clamping down around him greedily, my whole body shaking while I sobbed into the desk surface.
His hand found the back of my head, pressing my cheek firmly against the desk while his hips drove forward, his cock pounding into my soaking cunt with a brutality that sent the desk scraping an inch forward and had
gripping the far edge with both hands just to stay in place.
I was helpless. Completely, absolutely, deliriously helpless and I loved every second of it, my pussy gushing around him, my moans morphing into cries of pleasure.
The sll of him was all around . The heat of his body at my back. Every of my senses were overwheld, flooded and consud by him.
"You feel that?" His voice had gone ragged finally. "This is what you do to . Every day. Every ti you walk into a room, this is what you fucking- God, Abigail,"
A second orgasm hit
and I dissolved completely, a broken wail leaving my throat as my walls convulsed around him in long helpless pulses.
"Get on your knees," he gritted. "Now."
He pulled out and I slid off the desk, my knees hitting the floor, my pussy still gushing and convulsing with pleasure.
He lood above , ripping the condom off his dick in one motion. It throbbed deliciously, thick and flushed and absolutely gorgeous.
I wrapped both hands around him, gazing up at him through my lashes.
"Tell
what you want," I purred, stroking him.
His jaw tightened and he threw his head back in a curse. You know what I want."
"Mm." I twisted my grip on the upstroke, watching his eyes darken. "Say it."
"Abigail,"
"Say it nicely and maybe I’ll work faster." I dragged my thumb across the tip, spreading the slick heat there, watching his cock surge in my hands. "Or I could just take my ti-"
His hand fisted in my hair.
"Faster," he gritted. "God, faster, Abby,"
Abby? My entire body froze in surprise. I gaped up at his flushed, controrted face. Abby? He had never called
that. It stunned
so hard because he didn’t seem to realize what he had just called .
"Since you asked so nicely," I pumped him harder, both hands working his throbbing cock, my lips grazing the tip while I held his gaze. "Your wish is my command."
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