Chapter 69: Fill My Stomach With Your Sperm

Chapter 69: Fill My Stomach With Your Sperm

Luciano

My hand went into Abigail's underwear, rubbing her sensitive clit and she gasped. I moved my head back to watch her face as I fingered her. I slipped two fingers into her wet hole and her brows furrowed together. Her lips parted, letting out soft moans as I pumped in and out of her. My free hand gripped her hips and guided her to start moving.

“Ride my finger, angel.”

She complied while looking into my eyes, beginning to move on her own. I curled my fingers inside her as she rode them, hitting her g-spot with every thrust. Her moans became louder and she picked up her pace, her hands gripped onto my shoulders.

“You are doing so good for me, baby.” I breathed, watching her attentively.

She was close to her release but I didn't want her to cum just yet. She whined when I stopped her from moving her hips and her eyes opened. She frowned at me and I chuckled.

“Please, don't stop, Luciano.”

“What do you say?” I asked, my thumbs circling her clit as my fingers stayed still inside her hole.

“Why do you always want me to beg?” She teased me, smirking. My jaw clenched and I grabbed her neck tightly to bring her face closer.

“Because you are filthy fucking whore who doesn't deserve to get what you want until you ask for it. Now, what do you say?” I cocked an eyebrow.

Her eyes dropped to my lips as I spoke and then returned to meet my gaze. I could feel her arousal drip down my fingers and onto my lap.

“Please,” she whispered, my grip around her neck tightened, making her whimper.

“Try again.” I demanded.

“Please, let me cum.”

“Good girl,” I praised her and let go of her neck.

My fingers started pleasing her again, faster this time and she was quick to begin riding them again, so desperate for more. I leaned closer, still finger-fucking her needy little pussy and my lips met hers but she struggled to return the kiss.

“Wow, look at you. You can barely even kiss me back.” I mocked her lips.

She groaned but it was replaced with repetitive moans. Her head tilted back and I knew she was close by the way she clenched around my fingers.

“Cum,” I ordered.

Her back arched as she was pushed over the edge, she looked incredible when she orgasmed and I was mesmerized. I thrusted deep inside her until she relaxed on my lap. I had thought that she would be tired after the intense orgasm but when she calmed down, her hands fiddled with my belt. My fingers slipped out of her and my hands found her waist. She met my eyes as she took my belt off and fingered with my zipper. I smirked as I watched her, so desperately to be filled with my dick, just as I liked it.

“I want to ride you.” She breathed quietly and her lips hovered right above mine but when I leaned closer, she pulled back. She let out a chuckle when it happened again.

“Stop being a brat.” I growled.

“I will not hesitate to spank you.”

“Maybe I want you to.” She sassed.

She had now succeeded in pulling out my erected dick and lifted up slightly to sit down on it. I felt her wet entrance against the tip and the sensation made me let out a sharp sign. Right when she was about to lower down on my dick, we were interrupted. My brother's voice was heard on the other side of the door, I groaned in annoyance.

What is it, Ambrose?” I said, loud enough for him to hear.

I didn't break my gaze from her face, I wasn't going to stop our moments just because he is in the house. She could stay quiet, he wouldn't know. I lowered her down on my dick and we both gasped as I entered her. She felt fucking amazing, the way she wrapped so perfectly around my dick was indescribable.

“I have some news about Metteo, we know where they are.” He said, his voice muffled as he spoke through the thick bedroom door.

“You can talk here, spit it out.”

She began to ride me slowly, bucking her hips back and forth as my díck filled her up. My hands on her waist squeezed, causing her to whimper. It was loud and my hand darted up to cover her mouth.

“Be quiet,” I whispered. She nodded but I didn't want to risk him hearing her so I didn't remove my hand from her mouth. I knew how loud she could get.

Ambrose started talking while I fucked her at the same time. She has never ridden me before, mainly because I was afraid of losing control. If she felt unbelievable in other positions, I could only imagine how good she would feel on my lap, riding my dick. And holy fuck, she did ride me good. I began lifting my hips, meeting her with each thrust and her moans became louder even though they were muffled

“Shut the fuck up.” I gritted, she obeyed even if it was hard.

“Is that alright?” Ambrose's caught my attention.

I hadn't listened to a word he had said, too busy watching as the beautiful woman on my lap fell apart in front of me. Fuck, she was hot.

“Yes, ummm…sure.” I groaned, trying to hide my sounds of pleasure.

“Are you…you are fucking disgusting, Luciano.” He groaned.

I chuckled and heard the sound of his step drifting away. She clenched around me before releasing her juices all over my díck. The feeling made me cum as well, coating her inside and her head fell to rest on my shoulder and my arms wrapped around her half naked frame. I placed a kiss on her neck, both of us coming down from our high. I was still inside her and when she suddenly squeezed around my dick, I hissed.

“I will fuck you again if you do that, Abigail.”

She chuckled and pulled her head back to kiss me. She squeezed again, giving me no other choice than to flip us, making her lay on her back with her legs wrapped around me. My hands grabbed her wrists to pin them by her head, she smiled up at me right before lifting her hips. I was still deep inside her and my softened dick began hardening once again. I started pounding into her without any mercy, she wasn't ready for oy and her fists clenched. The sound of her moans and my dick repeatedly destroying her wet little pussy filled the room.

“Shit, you feel so good. How the fuck do you fee so amaze?” I mumbled to myself, I halted while still being deep inside her, circling my hips in a way that caused her to cry out in pleasure.

“Do you want me to fill you with my cum?” I breathed above her and she nodded.

“Please,” she pleaded, I slipped out of her, only to enter her roughly again and her brows furrowed in both pain and pleasure.

“Cum inside me, Luciano.” She whimpered, I groaned at her begging and it made me so weak.

“I want you to fill my stomach with your cum, please.”

“Fuck, Abigail.” I groaned out her name.