Abigail
Finnegan's long fingers were going to destroy me before he even got started.
My vision blurred when he pushed in a third finger, all knuckle deep, curling them ruthlessly.
My sopping cunt clenched greedily around every thrust of his hand. My skull knocked back against the wall but I didn't care, thrusting my hips forward, chasing his fingers, chasing more.
"God," I whimpered, gazing into his dark green eyes. "Yes, more, don't stop."
"There's the slut I know." He growled and his fingers drove deeper. I gasped, my nails tearing into his forearm.
"Soaking wet. Dripping all over my hand like."
His thumb ground against my clit and my whole body lurched. "Is this what you missed? Is this what you were lying to me for?" His fingers gave another brutal curl, finding that sweet spot in the roof of my pussy hitting it dead on.
"Answer me."
