Page 85 of Warrior's Purpose

Her eyes widened when he flipped her over and crammed his still erect cock into her well-used pussy. Ash's slick fingers teased her ass and Abby jumped. She gasped when he worked one then another thick digit into her tight hole. His knuckles hit nerves that weren’t used to receiving attention. Abby panted, feeling incredibly full. The deeper he worked his fingers into her ass, the more pressure his cock put on her g-spot. When Ash began thrusting, Abby bit the blanket to hold in the wild sounds boiling in her throat.

Ash’s cock swelled larger inside her slick quaking channel, pushing her limits with each punishing thrust. Tears leaked from her eyes as the pleasure lashed her in unforgiving waves. She couldn’t possibly orgasm one more time, yet Ash refused to relent, shoving her toward that dark miasma.

“I can’t. I can’t,” she keened while thrashing her head, her hands clawing at the blanket.

Ash dropped onto her sweaty back, his hips still pumping furiously.

“Yes, you can,” he snarled into her ear then bit down on the crook of her neck.

Abby wailed and convulsed, her pussy clamping down on the glorious invader as the liquid euphoria inundated her. She gave into the blinding euphoria, muttering incoherent praises to the demi-god pounding out his lust. Ash roared and jerked, his cock pulsing as he orgasmed. His whole body quaked from the force of it.

“Ash!” she screamed his name.

As Abby shattered again she smiled. She found her family, her warrior, and her purpose for being.

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