Free Web NovelChapter 207: SUCK MY COCK
Finnegan
Abigail was still trembling in my arms, her pussy clenching around my cock as the last waves of her orgasm rippled through her.
The arena around us pulsed with the sounds of sex, but all I could focus on was her — my Aphrodite, flushed, glowing, and totally mine.
And she practically just asked to be fucked in the ass. I could swear my balls surged with excitement like guests at a party. My cock twitched inside her, and I eased out slowly, savoring the way her walls tried to keep me inside.
I had to prep her first. As much as I was going to enjoy this, I wanted Abigail to enjoy it as well. I couldn’t do that here in the arena where all the toys and lube were a fucking mile away.
No, no she was offering her ass cheerfully to me; I wanted to savor this. Every single second of it.
I lifted her effortlessly, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back. She wrapped her arms around my neck with a soft, sated laugh.
God, that laugh. I loved hearing it. It eased all the heaviness and chased away the dark clouds I was so used to. With Abigail, my dark clouds were nothing.
"Where are you taking me, Ares?" she whispered, her soft lips brushing my jaw.
"Somewhere I can defile that ass properly," I growled against her ear, and she gave that naughty little laugh again.
"Oooh, how corrupting."
I carried her through the crowd, her legs dangling. Heads turned, the men’s eyes following me with envy and hunger, like they could snatch her out of my hands.
Good fucking luck with that.
After taking the elevator to the next floor, we arrived at my VIP room and stepped inside. The red glow filled the soundproofed room.
I kicked the door shut behind us and laid her gently on the large, padded platform in the center of the room. Mirrors lined the walls and ceiling, reflecting every angle of her beautiful body.
I stood over her for a moment, drinking in the sight. Her mask was slightly askew, revealing her rosy, swollen lips.
Her nipples were hard, poking through her lingerie, and my fingers curled with the need to tear it apart so I could see her soft, milky tits in the light.
Her pussy glistened, trails of my cum and her juices marking her pink, delicate folds. Abigail reached down between her thighs and trailed her dainty, slender fingers over it, bringing them up to her lips.
"Jesus Christ, Abby," I groaned, leaning down to rip her lingerie apart. My cock throbbed harder at the sight of her tits spilling free.
"What?" she taunted.
"You know what. Keep your hands above your head," I ordered.
Pretty blue eyes winked at me before she obeyed, stretching her arms up. I took my time, picking up soft black silk ropes from the side table.
I started at her wrists, binding them together. My lips followed the rope, skimming along her forearms, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin inside her elbows, then up to her shoulders. She shivered under every touch.
"So responsive," I murmured, trailing my fingers down her sides, watching goosebumps rise in their wake.
I tied her wrists securely to the hook above the platform, stretching her body out like an offering.
I moved lower, my lips brushing over her collarbones, down between her breasts, circling each nipple with my tongue until she arched and whimpered.
My fingers traced her waist, then lower, skimming over her hips, the tops of her thighs, deliberately avoiding where she wanted me most. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Finnegan..." she breathed, hips lifting desperately.
I smiled against her stomach. "Patience, baby. I want to enjoy every inch of you."
I continued my slow worship of her delectable body. My lips dragged along her inner thighs, and I traced my tongue over the crease where her thigh met her pussy, ghosting my fingers over her swollen clit.
Her moans grew needier, her body straining against the ropes. When I finally straightened, my cock was rock-hard and leaking. Abigail’s eyes locked onto it with pure hunger gleaming in them.
She craned her head forward as far as the ropes allowed and gave my cock a long, slow, wet lick from base to tip. The sensation hit me like lightning. My knees nearly buckled.
"Fuck, Abigail," I groaned, one hand fisting in her hair.
The adoration in her eyes as she looked up at me while licking my cock made my chest tighten. This woman — this fiery, stubborn, beautiful woman — was on her knees for me, tied up, offering herself so completely.
It took all the self-control in the world to tear myself away from her and cross to the table. I grabbed the bottle of lube and a medium-sized butt plug, coated the plug generously, then returned to her.
"Open your legs wider, love," I commanded.
"Aye aye, Captain," she purred, spreading her legs wider.
Standing at the head of the platform where her head was, I leaned over and pressed the slick tip of the plug against her pussy before sliding it down to her tight little hole, circling it slowly and teasing the rim.
At the same time, she leaned forward and drew my cock into her mouth, slurping and sucking.
The wet, messy sounds of her slobbering on my dick filled the room as I worked the plug against her ass.
She moaned loudly around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Her head bobbed messily, saliva dripping down her chin.
I eased the plug deeper, stretching her slowly while she sucked me harder, her tongue swirling around the head.
The sight in the mirrors surrounding us — her tied up, sucking my cock, the plug disappearing into her ass — was almost too much. I almost fucking came.
"Shit, baby," I groaned, pushing the plug in just a little, then drawing back, teasing her relentlessly.
"Suck my cock while I play with this tight ass. I’m going to fuck this perfect ass and fill it with my cum."
