Abigail
"Oh, come on," I whined when he wouldn't push his cock into me. "Finnegan, please,"
"So impatient," he chuckled. "I was patient with you when you had your fun, baby."
"We are not the same," I pouted, earning a light laugh.
His grip on my ass tightened possessively as he rocked his hips forward and drove his thick cock into me in one brutal thrust. I cried out, the sound echoing through the glowing cave as he stretched me open, filling me so deeply.
"Fuck—yes!" I moaned, locking my legs tighter around his waist.
He didn't ease me into it. He fucked me hard and nasty, exactly how I loved it. His hips thrust up, up, slamming his cock into my dripping pussy over and over.
Each powerful thrust bounced me on his cock as he pounded me. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark with raw hunger, muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing as he held me up like I weighed nothing.
