Abigail

Teasing Finnegan had to be an extreme sport. I would pay for it later, but the thrill was amazing and I didn’t mind driving him crazy.

A wild Finnegan knew how to pound my pussy good. Besides, I was going to win this bet.

I kept my eyes locked on Finnegan the entire time, biting my lip as I slowly fucked my pussy with two fingers.

The wet, filthy sounds of my slick fingers pumping in and out echoed through the luxurious cabin over the hum of the jet engines.

He was barely holding it together, and God, I loved it. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle ticking. His emerald eyes were dark with raw hunger, chest rising and falling heavily.

His massive bulge twitched visibly against his pants with every moan I let out.

"Mmm... fuck, my pussy feels so good right now," I purred, spreading my thighs wider so he had the perfect view of my fingers disappearing inside me.

"So tight and hot... dripping all over my hand. I bet your thick cock would feel even better stretching me open, baby."

"Abigail," he growled.

"Mhmm?" I moaned louder, curling my fingers and stroking that sweet spot inside me.

"You should take it out, Finnegan. I know you’re dying to. Stroke that big, hard cock while you watch me play with my wet little pussy. Don’t you want to?"

He cursed viciously under his breath and ripped his belt open, dragged his zipper down aggressively, and freed his cock.

It sprang out free, heavy, thick, and rock hard, the tip already glistening with precum. The sight made my mouth water instantly.

"Fuck... look at you," I moaned, pumping my fingers faster. "So big and angry for me. So fucking pretty."

I pulled my fingers out with a wet pop, brought them to my lips and sucked them clean, making sure to moan while staring straight into his eyes.

Then I slid off the seat and onto my knees, prowling toward him slowly, ass swaying behind me. He had no idea how grateful I was for this trip.

New York was getting suffocating. Between working our jobs, it hadn’t been hard to find Owen Smith — but it had been hard trying to set up a meeting with him.

I was severely overwhelmed with every single thing, close to losing my mind. I couldn’t have been happier when I saw that card. He was so sweet asking like that, and when he was on the call with his daughter, the tenderness in Finn’s eyes had me wetter than the fucking Niagara Falls.

I didn’t want to botch the first time I met his daughter, so when she asked to talk to me, I panicked like crazy.

When I reached him, I nuzzled my face against his heavy cock first, rubbing my cheek along the thick shaft like a kitten before pressing soft, teasing kisses all over the throbbing length.

I peered up at him with big, innocent eyes. "Hi there, big boy."

Then I got nasty. I spat loudly on his cock, watching the thick string of saliva slide down the shaft before wrapping both hands around him.

My fingers pumped him firmly, twisting my wrists while I licked around the swollen head, lapping up every drop of precum. He tasted salty, musky, and so addictive.

"Mmm," I moaned loudly, swirling my tongue around the tip before sucking just the head into my mouth.

Finnegan groaned deeply, his hand immediately flying to my hair. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat and sliding more of his thick length into my mouth until I gagged wetly. I pushed further, eyes watering as I forced more of him down my throat.

"Fuck... Abigail," he rasped, voice strained.

I bobbed my head, fast and sloppy, making sure it was loud and messy.

Drool poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping down his shaft and coating his balls as I worked him with my hands and mouth at the same time.

Every time I pulled back, long strings of drool connected my lips to his cock before I dove back down, gagging and slurping noisily.

I pulled off for a second, gasping for air, my chin and lips shiny with spit. "Your cock tastes so fucking good," I moaned, jerking him fast with both hands. "I love how heavy it feels on my tongue."

"Shit, baby, yess," he groaned, dropping his head back, every inch of control in those muscles slowly bleeding away.

I swallowed his dick again, taking him as deep as I could until my nose pressed against his pelvis. I held him there.

My throat clenched around him, my eyes rolling from the pleasure. I pulled back gasping for air and did it again and again, messy, filthy, worshipping every inch of his cock.

Finnegan’s grip on my hair tightened painfully. His hips started snapping up, fucking my mouth harder. I moaned eagerly around him, the vibrations making his cock twitch wildly on my tongue.

Tears streamed down my cheeks from the roughness, but I loved it. I was choking but I loved it. I loved driving him to the edge like this.

His breathing grew ragged, low growls and curses spilling from his lips as he used my mouth.

Just when I felt him get close, it was time to pull out the big guns. My mouth slipped off his dick completely with a wet pop, strings of thick saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock.

I kissed the angry, leaking tip sweetly, then started crawling backwards, still on my hands and knees, smirking up at him.

"Where the fuck are you going?" he snarled.

I shrugged, my tits swaying from the movement. "I’m not really in the mood anymore."

"Abigail... don’t fucking test me."

"What?" I batted my lashes innocently while continuing to crawl away slowly, making sure to arch my back and push my ass up high so my glistening, soaked pussy was fully on display for him.

"A girl can change her mind. Maybe I just want to go sit back down and finger myself some more while you watch..."

I only made it a few centimeters before a large, strong hand suddenly fisted in my hair, jerking me back hard.

"Get back here," he snarled.

A thrill shot through my entire body and I giggled breathlessly.

"Now you’re talking."