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!"
