Abigail
I was going to kill Finnegan Wolfe.
That was my single thought as Ares dumped me on a bench like I was some sack of potatoes.
My back hit the cool dark leather and I bounced, my tits spilling completely free from the corset. My skirt shoved up around my waist, everything exposed and on display for the watching crowd, showing off my drenched pussy that was soaking wet and needy.
He moved closer, grabbing the belt around my neck and slipping it into the buckle to tighten it. My nipples tightened every time his fingers brushed against my tits and he suddenly reached down to give them a brutal twist.
"You bastard!" I cried, my voice shaking as sharp jolts of pain shot down my spine.
"Am I?" He gave another brutal twist that had my eyes rolling in their sockets. "You’re dripping all over the bench like the slutty thing you are."
His cock jutted out above me, brutally hard, the shaft rigid and heavily veined, thick enough that my fingers wouldn’t meet around it. The swollen flushed head was already leaking, a fat bead of precum welling at the slit. The sheer size of him made my mouth flood and my cunt clench desperately.
Two could play in this game.
I raised one leg slowly and let my stiletto heel drag up his thigh. He reared back a bit, his jaw ticking and I beamed at him.
My other foot joined, both heels trailing up his thighs until I was pressing my sole flat against that brutally hard shaft. He sucked in a sharp breath and a giggle slipped from my lips.
"Aww." I tilted my head, pressing my sole harder against his shaft, feeling him twitch.
"Did I find something you like, Ares?"
My toes traced from his heavy balls all the way to that slick sticky leaking tip with the laziest stroke I could manage.
"Is that all you’ve got?"
It would seem both in the office and out of it, Finnegan did not like to be taunted.
He grabbed both of my ankles, and yanked the heels off. Wrapping his hands around my bare feet, he crushed them around his cock, the scorching heat of his throbbing shaft against my bare soles sent the air out from my lungs.
He was rigid and leaking, smearing his slick sticky heat across my skin as he rolled his hips, fucking the tight gap between my soles.
Oh fuck!
His precum dripped hot and sticky over my toes. I watched it drip down, mesmerized, my pussy clenching so hard it ached.
He scooped the bead pooling on my toes with one finger and shoved it past my lips without warning and my eyes rolled back as I tasted him.
"Every drop," He growled, fucking my mouth roughly with his fingers. I gasped as he shoved three of them, hitting the back of my throat and leaving his fingers there to gag me.
The belt tightened at my throat, my nipples were so swollen they were engorged and hypersensitive, aching so bad that even the air moving across them made me whimper around his hand.
I squeezed both feet around his shaft, my soles pressing together as I curled my toes over that swollen pink cock tip, while he choked me with the belt. My vision grew blurry, his hips rolled forward as I moved my feet faster, moaning when another hit wave of precum dribbled over my toes.
Challenge accepted, Ares.



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