Abigail
He was going to destroy my pussy!
Each thrust drove the air from my lungs, pressing me deeper into the mattress, my wrists still locked in his grip. I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from the overwhelming fullness of him. My fingers curled helplessly against my own back.
"Finnegan... oh god, slow down, slow down!"
"I warned you, didn’t I?" His voice was gravel and dark honey at my ear as he raised his hips and dropped them back at an alarming speed, his thighs hitting my ass with a thwack every half a second, while his cock pounded my pussy.
"You drive me, absolutely-" Thrust "fucking-" Thrust "Mad!"
He wasn’t gentle.
He had never pretended he would be and I had never wanted him to be. I screamed into the sheets with my wrists still pinned and my whole body sliding up the mattress from the force of his brutal thrusts.
"Scream all you want, I want to hear it. Every single sound you make, I want to hear it!"
His hips snapped forward and the breath punched out of my lungs. The headboard of the bed slammed against the wall as hard as his cock driving into my soaked cunt with a slick obscene sound that filled the whole room.
I couldn’t help it. He was enormous and relentless and he fucked me as thoroughly as he did everything else.
My pussy was soppingwet, so swollen and hungry, that every thrust pulled a sound out of me I couldn’t have held back if I tried.
His rhythm slowed for a second, his hips grinding deep, pressing every inch of himself as far as I could take him.
"Christ, Abigail, you feel so damned good. What the fuck are you doing to me?" He gave another thrust, a deep punishing one, his grip on my wrists tightening.
"Finn, please,"
His chest pressed into my back and his lips were at my ear. "This pussy gets so hot and wet for me." He drove in deep, held it there and I sobbed into the sheets. "Like it was made for my cock. Do you feel that, my little slut? You feel how deep I am?"
I felt it everywhere.
His fist released my wrists and caught my hair instead, yanking my head back off the mattress. I gasped at the ceiling while he fucked me harder, the angle changing, driving me insane.
His hand closed around my throat, choking the sounds that slipped from my lips.
"Keep your eyes open," he growled. "Look straight ahead. Don’t you dare close them."
I kept them open, barely. I was going to cum! I was going to fucking-
"Ow!"
His palm landed across my ass with a sound like a gunshot and I yelped, heat blooming across my skin immediately.
"Finn!"


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