Free Web NovelChapter 241: CHASING HER RELEASE
Finnegan
Abigail was like a painting. A masterpiece of pure sin and temptation, reeling me in with every sound that slipped from her lips, every shift of her body against the sheets. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
She was sprawled across the bed of the yacht’s master cabin, her lovely legs spread wide, her pretty pink pussy still glistening and clenching from the assault of my tongue.
Her chest heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and flushed from where she had sucked them herself — and just watching her do that had nearly destroyed me entirely. freewebnσvel.cøm
Drool and precum coated her chin and neck, a filthy, beautiful mess, and those cornflower blue eyes looked up at me with raw, needy hunger that begged shamelessly for more.
I knelt over her, stroking my throbbing cock slowly, deliberately, drinking in every single inch of her like I had all the time in the world. My voice came out rough with hunger and something dangerously close to reverence.
"So fucking beautiful. So slutty for me. My perfect girl."
She moaned softly, her hips giving a restless twitch, lips pulling into a pout that she knew drove me insane. "Come on, Finnegan."
I pressed a firm, possessive hand flat against her stomach, pinning her. "Stay still, baby. Let me admire what’s mine."
I pumped my fist faster, my gaze dragging over every inch of her like a king surveying something priceless. Her full breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her dripping cunt gleaming like a feast laid out solely for me.
The head of my cock was swollen and leaking, veins standing out along the thick shaft. I was close already — the pressure building at the base was almost unbearable, my balls drawn up tight.
"Finnegan..." she whimpered, reaching for me, her fingers grasping at air.
"No." I caught her wrist with my free hand and pinned it firmly above her head while I stroked myself harder. "Be a good girl and stay still for me, love. I’m going to paint every single inch of this gorgeous body with my cum."
"You’d better do it soon," she panted, spreading her legs even wider in blatant invitation, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
That did it. I stroked harder, faster, aiming at her chest. The first thick, scorching rope of cum shot across her breasts, landing in a wet stripe directly over one flushed nipple. She gasped sharply, her back arching clean off the bed.
"Fuck, yes," I groaned, the sight searing itself permanently into my memory. Another burst landed across her other breast, then lower, streaking across her flat stomach in a long, claiming line.
I kept going, covering her soft skin rope after rope, marking every inch deliberately. Some trails dripped down the curve of her ribs.
I moved lower, painting the soft skin of her inner thighs, then aimed the final few spurts directly over her swollen, glistening pussy — watching my cum coat her there and feeling something primal and possessive roar through my chest at the sight.
When the last drop clung to my tip, I leaned down and dragged the head of my cock slowly against her clit, grinding my cum into her slick heat.
She cried out, her hips snapping up uncontrollably, chasing her release. I climbed higher, straddling her chest, and fed my still-hard cock between her parted lips. "Clean me up, love. Taste how good we are together."
Abigail moaned around me eagerly, her mouth impossibly hot and wet as she sucked me deep, her tongue swirling over every inch, licking away every trace of her own arousal mixed with mine.
Her eyes never left my face. The sight of her lips stretched around me, pretty eyes going glassy with satisfaction, had me hardening all over again like I hadn’t just come moments ago.
I pulled out slowly, taking in the full picture of what I had made of her. Her body was a masterpiece — glistening under the soft amber cabin lights, cum dripping down the swell of her breasts, pooled prettily in her navel, streaked in long lines across her thighs, coating her pussy in a slick, claiming sheen.
"I love seeing my cum all over you," I murmured, leaning down to capture her swollen, bruised lips in a slow kiss.
"You look so fucking claimed. So completely mine."
She kissed me back desperately, her tongue sliding deep against mine. "I love it too," she breathed against my mouth. "Feed it to me. Please."
I groaned at the filthy request and stretched out beside her. I gathered what clung thickly to her inner thigh with two fingers and brought them to her lips.
She opened for me without hesitation, sucking my fingers clean with a hungry, obscene moan, her tongue curling and swirling around each digit until they gleamed.
Then she did something that nearly stopped my heart — she lifted one cum-streaked breast to her own mouth, licking and sucking my load from her nipple in slow, deliberate strokes while watching me through heavy, hooded eyes.
I fed her more — gathering it from her stomach, her chest, her thighs.
She took every drop greedily, moaning softly each time she swallowed, sometimes pressing her breasts together and dragging her tongue through the valley between them like she was savoring every last trace of my taste.
When she was mostly clean I pulled her into a deep, possessive kiss and shared the last salty trace between our tongues until she was whimpering and squirming against me.
My cock was hard, aching, and absolutely relentless. Only ever for her. Always and only her.
I broke the kiss and rolled her onto her side facing away from me, hooking her leg up and over my hip, opening her. I lined the head of my cock against her entrance — still warm and slick and perfect — and dropped my lips to her ear.
"I’m not done with you yet, baby."
"Amen to that," she panted, licking her lips. "I don’t think I ever want you to be done with me."
"Not in a million years," I rasped, and drove into her with one smooth, devastating thrust.
The angle buried me impossibly deep and she cried out, fingers clawing at the sheets, walls clenching tight around me.
I held her leg firm against my hip and began to move — rolling deep, building a relentless, punishing rhythm that had the bed frame knocking steadily against the cabin wall and the whole world narrowing down to her.
I reached around and palmed her breast hard, squeezing until she gasped.
"You like that?" I growled low against her ear, driving forward again and again.
"Yes!" Her voice was completely wrecked, barely recognizable. "Yes — don’t stop — harder, Finnegan, harder —"
I gave her exactly what she begged for.
