part 2
femreaderxabby
After the meeting in part 1–Abby, your girlfriend does what she said she’ll do in those risky texts
Tw- SMUT, face riding, eating out, fingering, strap use, some pet names
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The meeting finally wrapped up after what felt like an eternity, the survivors shuffling out with their assignments clutched in grimy hands. Abby pushed back from the table, her chair scraping against the concrete floor, and bolted from the room without a backward glance. Her boots thudded down the dimly lit hallway of the warehouse, heart pounding not from the run but from the fire you'd ignited in her veins. She could still see your words on the screen needy, desperate—and it fueled her stride, making her thighs flex with anticipation.
She found you in your shared quarters, a cramped room with a sagging mattress on the floor and flickering lantern light casting shadows on the bare walls. You were lounging against the headboard, phone in hand, probably rereading her reply, your legs crossed but shifting restlessly. The moment she burst through the door, slamming it shut behind her, your eyes lit up, a flush creeping up your neck.
“Abby,”' you breathed, but she was already on you, crossing the space in two strides. Her large hands gripped your shoulders, pushing you flat onto the bed with effortless strength. She loomed over you, her muscular frame caging yours, hazel eyes dark with hunger. “You started this,” she growled, voice low and rough from the day's tension. “Now you're gonna take it”
Her mouth crashed down on yours, lips demanding, tongue thrusting in deep to claim every inch. You moaned into the kiss, hands pinning your wrists above your head with one iron grip. Her free hand yanked at your shirt, buttons popping as she exposed your breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air. She broke the kiss to drag her teeth along your jaw, down your neck, biting hard enough to mark you—her territory in this brutal world.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” she muttered, inhaling your scent as her mouth latched onto your collarbone, sucking a bruise into the skin. Her thigh wedged between your legs, pressing firm against your core through your pants. You bucked up instinctively, grinding against the denim of her jeans, already soaked from the friction. Abby chuckled darkly, releasing your wrists only to shove your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside.
She sat back on her heels, stripping off her own jacket and tank top in quick, efficient moves, revealing the sculpted planes of her abs and the swell of her pecs, scarred from battles fought and won. Her hands went to your waistband next, unbuckling and yanking down your pants along with your underwear, leaving you bare and exposed. “Spread 'em, baby” she ordered, voice brooking no argument, and you obeyed, thighs parting wide to show her your glistening pussy, clit swollen and begging.
Abby's gaze raked over you like a predator, one hand trailing up your inner thigh, fingers teasing the slick folds without mercy. She circled your entrance, dipping in just enough to coat her digits before pulling back, making you whimper. “Tell me what you want, baby. Like in that text—loud and clear.”
“I want you to fuck me,” you gasped, hips lifting toward her touch. “Hard. Pin me down and make me cum on your fingers, your tongue—whatever you want.”
That was all she needed. Abby dove in, her broad shoulders forcing your legs wider as her mouth descended. Her tongue flattened against your pussy, licking a long, slow stripe from your hole to your clit, savoring the taste. You cried out, fingers tangling in her short blonde hair, pulling her closer. She hummed approval, the vibration shooting through you, then sucked your clit between her lips, flicking it with precise, relentless strokes.
Her fingers joined the assault—two plunging deep into your wetness, curling to hit that spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids. She pumped them hard, the wet sounds filling the room, her free hand gripping your hip to hold you steady as you thrashed. “That's it,” she murmured against your skin, breath hot. “Ride my face. Soak my chin like the needy girl you are.”
You were lost in it, body arching, moans echoing off the walls as she devoured you. Her tongue lapped at your folds while her fingers thrust faster, scissoring to stretch you open. The pressure built quick and fierce, your walls clenching around her, and when she grazed her teeth lightly over your clit, you shattered—cumming with a scream of her name, thighs quaking as waves of pleasure ripped through you.
Abby didn't stop, drawing out every aftershock with softer licks until you were trembling, oversensitive. She pulled back, lips shiny with your release, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Not done yet,” she said, standing to shuck her pants and boxers, her own arousal evident in the flush across her chest and the dampness between her legs. But she wasn't here for her pleasure first—she grabbed the strap from under the mattress, the thick silicone cock she knew you craved, buckling it on with practiced ease.
She flipped you onto your stomach roughly, hauling your ass up so you were on all fours. Her hands kneaded your cheeks, spreading them to expose you fully. “Gonna rail you just like I promised,” she rasped, lining up the tip and thrusting in deep with one brutal snap of her hips. You keened, pussy stretching around the girth, already sensitive from your orgasm but hungry for more.
Abby set a punishing pace, hips slamming forward, the strap burying to the hilt each time. Her hands gripped your waist, pulling you back onto her, skin slapping skin in the dim light. “Fuck, you're tight,” she groaned, leaning over to bite your shoulder, her breasts pressing against your back. One hand snaked around to rub your clit in tight circles, syncing with her thrusts, pushing you toward the edge again.
You pushed back, meeting her rhythm, the bed creaking under the force. “Harder, Abby—please,” you begged, and she obliged, pounding into you relentlessly, the angle hitting deep and perfect. Sweat slicked your bodies, her grunts mixing with your cries as she owned you completely—topping you like she always did, making you hers in every filthy way
When your second climax hit, it was explosive, walls fluttering around the strap as you collapsed forward, sobbing her name. Abby followed soon after, grinding against the base for her own release, a low moan tearing from her throat. She eased out gently, flipping you over to pull you into her arms, both of you panting in the afterglow.
“Worth ditching the meeting for,” she murmured, kissing your forehead, her strong arms wrapping around you protectively.
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Ps. I’m sorry it took so long, testing was kicking my ass
