Abigail

Finnegan didn’t spare me even a second to breathe.

The moment his fist tightened in my hair, he hauled me back toward him aggressively, shoving me between his thighs.

He drove his thick, spit-covered cock straight back into my mouth, forcing every inch down my throat in one savage thrust.

I gagged violently, my throat convulsing around the massive intrusion as tears instantly sprang to my eyes. He was so deep, so fucking big, stretching my throat obscenely.

"Fucking little tease," he snarled, his sexy voice thick with lust.

"You run that mouth and then try to crawl away? Open wide, baby. Take what you fucking asked for."

He started brutally fucking my mouth, using both hands to slam my head up and down on his cock like I was nothing but a warm, wet hole for his pleasure.

The wet, filthy sounds spilling from me echoed through the jet. I choked on his cruelly massive cock, gagging and slurping on his dick.

Strings of drool dribbled down my parted lips, dripping messily down my chin, onto my heaving tits, and onto the floor of the jet.

My pussy clenched hard with every thrust, gushing desperately. I was soaked, and that was an understatement. My thighs were slippery, my clit throbbed painfully.

I loved this side of him — when all his control snapped and the ruthless beast came out to ruin me.

"That’s it... fuck, just like that," he groaned, hips snapping upward to meet my face.

"Swallow my cock like the greedy slut you are. Look at you, drooling all over me. Fuck, Abigail."

He suddenly clamped his powerful thighs around my head, locking me in place with his cock buried balls-deep down my throat.

I couldn’t move or breathe.

My nose was crushed against his pelvis, throat bulging around his thick dick. My lungs burned as black spots danced in my vision.

Finnegan reached down and started spanking my ass with sharp, punishing slaps that echoed through the cabin.

Oh God, I hope the air hostess wasn’t listening to this, wherever she was.

"Bad fucking girl," he growled, spanking me harder, the sting blooming into liquid heat that shot straight to my dripping cunt.

"This is what happens when you tease me, Abigail. This tight little throat belongs to me."

I moaned desperately around his cock, the sound vibrating through him.

My pussy was gushing, juices sliding down my thighs. The lack of oxygen made everything feel more intense — my head felt lighter, body trembling, clit pulsing wildly.

I was so close to cumming already just from being used like this. Finally, he released his thighs.

I tore my mouth off his cock with a wet, gasping cough, sucking in desperate gulps of air as thick ropes of saliva connected my swollen lips to his glistening, veiny shaft.

"Is that... all you can do?" I rasped, voice hoarse and wrecked.

Before I could finish taunting him, Finnegan rammed his cock back down my throat, cutting me off with a brutal thrust. He shoved my head down until my nose ground against him, holding me there for long seconds, then jerking me back up by my hair only to slam me down again.

I sputtered and choked, gagging loudly as precum and thick spit flooded my mouth and poured down my chin in messy rivers. It dripped onto my tits, my stomach, my thighs. I was a complete, drooling wreck — and it turned me on even more.

Finnegan grabbed his belt. The leather whistled through the air before cracking sharply across my already burning ass.

I screamed around his cock, the sharp pain mixing with overwhelming pleasure. He whipped my ass again and again, hard, stinging lashes that made my whole body jerk while he kept brutally fucking my throat.

"Take it, baby. Take every fucking inch," he rasped. "Your throat feels so goddamn good squeezing my cock."

While I struggled to breathe around his pistoning dick, he leaned forward, drove two thick fingers deep into my dripping pussy, and started finger-fucking me with savage force, curling hard against my G-spot on every thrust.

"Let’s see who cums first, my little slut," he growled.

Oh my god, he was going to kill me. The combination was devastating. His cock was in my throat, his fingers brutally pounding my cunt, my ass stinging from being whipped.

Pleasure slammed into me like a fucking truck. I tried to pull away from the overwhelming sensation, but he pinned my face hard against his balls, fingers never stopping their brutal assault on my pussy.

I came hard, like a wrecking ball.

My scream was completely muffled around his thick cock as my pussy spasmed violently, squirting all over his hand and wrist.

My entire body shook uncontrollably, thighs trembling, toes curling, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of intense orgasm crashed through me.

I groaned and purposely dragged my teeth lightly along his shaft.

"Fuck, Abigail!" Finnegan roared, his hips jerking as pleasure tore through him.

I finally pulled off his cock, gasping. My lips were swollen and shiny, face covered in tears, spit, and precum. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, legs still shaking from the powerful orgasm.

Wait a minute. I eyed his cock breathlessly.

How the fuck was it still that hard? My eyes widened in realization. My gaze drifted to his and I was met with a fucking lopsided grin and a smug look on his gorgeous face. "I guess I win, baby."

"You cheated!" I swatted his chest, still panting. "That was two against one, you asshole!"

He smirked, rising off his seat. I gasped when he grabbed me roughly and flipped me onto my hands and knees right there on the jet floor.

My ass was up, back arched, my soaked pussy completely exposed and twitching from my orgasm.

I felt the huge, leaking tip of his cock nudge against my dripping folds, dragging up and down my slit teasingly, coating himself in my pussy cream.

"You should know, darling," he murmured as he pressed forward, stretching my entrance with just the tip.

"I do whatever I have to... to win."