Chapter 43
"Y-Yes, but not…not like this!" Abigail half-moaned and half-hissed, unable to stop from rocking back on his digit plundering in and out of her until he stopped. She was on FIRE, what the hell was he doing?! "Damn it, Mark, you're driving me fucking crazy right now!" Hearing his chuckle set something off inside of her, her eyes narrowing to slits. He was PLAYING with her! Abigail did not appreciate being played with and gritted her teeth, pulling away from him. "I'm NOT…"
Flipping her on her back, Mark cut her off and buried his face between her thighs again, making her writhe on the bed. Her eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head at how much ecstasy washed over her from this man, her fingers burying in his hair to encourage him. Foreplay wouldn't be enough tonight, not with how she felt, and she didn't care if they were both fueled by anger at the moment. Then, he pulled back and began teasing her mercilessly again, chuckling AGAIN, driving her mad AGAIN!
"G-Get…OFF ME!" She was pissed, her entire face flushed and crimson.
"Why?" He demanded, darkened eyes peering at her from his place between her obscenely spread thighs. "You want me." There was no arrogance in his tone because it was an undeniable fact. At her half-assed protest, Taker slid two fingers into her drenched core, placing his hand on her lower abdomen to keep her from shooting off the bed. Crooking them, his fingers brushed against her sweet spot. "You want this, Abbie." He tugged at her swollen clit with his tongue, feeling her body beginning to tremble violently. "So let go, darlin'." Because she was in for a very, very long night.
Let go, just like that, after the poisonous words they inflicted on each other and he STILL wanted her. Gripping her hair, Abigail felt VERY conflicted because she did not want to play games, or be played with, for that matter. His fingers drove in and out of her soaking core, forcing her into the first of many climaxes that day – night. She had no idea what time it was, figuring it was sometime in the afternoon and the storm continued raging outside fiercely.
"M-Mark…" She stammered out, once he'd drank his fill and couldn't move from the bed, knowing it wasn't a magical hold.
It was because he had drained her, and she needed several moments to calm down, to breathe, and try to get her foggy brain to clear. Mark didn't give her that opportunity because he was already climbing up the length of her rain and sweat-slicked body, capturing her mouth to steal her breath again. While he'd given her a minute to catch her breath, he'd undressed and now hovered over her, his cock brushing against her.
"W-What about y-you?" She mumbled against his mouth, reaching down to grab hold of his cock, only for him to stop her by planting her arm back on the bed, his hand wrapped around her wrist.
What about him indeed. He transferred both her wrists to one hand, pinning them over her head, and took her in. Abigail was so damn small compared to him, his fingers were able to easily wrap around both wrists, so breakable. His eyes met hers, searching them intently before he bent down to capture her lips in another searing, passionate kiss. With his free hand, he reached between them and gripped his own cock, rubbing the head up and down her slit, feeling her hips arching and twisting.
Was this it? Was this the moment she longed for from the right man? The one thing Bray thought he could have for himself was about to be taken by someone else. This was going to hurt, and Abigail couldn't stop tensing to save her life, wiggling her wrists in his vise grip.
"O-Oh god…" She choked out, feeling his cock slowly slide between her folds and the burn was intense, it was the only way to describe how it felt at the moment.
A tongue and fingers were NOTHING compared to the size and girth of a cock, especially Mark's. He was being as gentle as he could, but no matter what, the burning intensified until he reached her barrier and stopped. Abigail swallowed hard, locking eyes with him, and could see the silent question he posed. Continue or not. Once they did this, there was no going back, and she would no longer be a virgin, Bray would no longer be able to take that from her if this all went south.
"Do it." Her voice surprisingly came out strong, not an ounce of hesitation in it, and felt his hand leave her wrists, so her arms could encircle his neck, their foreheads pressed together. In one swift, fluid thrust, Mark smashed through her barrier and Abigail cried out, though it wasn't nearly as painful as she originally thought.
If that didn't hurt like hell then she should probably consider herself fortunate and be grateful for all the foreplay because he was better hung than most men dared to even dream about. Taker didn't move, keeping his hips still even though that was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to fuck the defiance out of her, smirking slightly as he began kissing up and down her neck, knowing that was something Abigail would never lose. Finally, he pulled back, away from her, and looked down at where they were joined, the way she was… impaled was a good word for it, one eyebrow slowly rising. She was tiny, and he could feel himself throbbing at the thoughts now running through his head.
The shock of having her virginity taken, combined with the foreplay beforehand, made the pain not nearly as bad, as searing, as it should've been. Tears did pour down her cheeks however because there was some pain, both physical and emotional. They were angry with each other, she was defiant against him and he was stubborn as a bull! He just took her virginity…and she had no idea what the hell was in store for them once it was all said and done. Mark brushed his lips against her cheeks, running them down the trails before kissing her again, remaining still inside of her. Her breathing was erratic, her chest rising and falling rapidly to the point where it felt like her heart would give out. Neither spoke a word to the other, just simply feeling and taking in this moment for as long as possible.
Then, very slowly, Mark began to move.
She was letting her mind get in the way of what her body was telling her, he saw that, the war brewing in her eyes. "Stop overthinking it, darlin'." He whispered, pulling back and taking her with him, all without sliding out of her.
Moving so his legs were extended, Taker guided her into a sitting position, feeling Abigail's hands moving onto his shoulders. He held her around the waist, drawing her body against his, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Pushing every other thought in the far recesses of her mind, all Abigail focused on was the feeling of him inside of her, pulsating, throbbing, and brought his face up to capture his mouth, resting her forehead against his. Slowly, experimentally, she began moving her hips and hung onto him, hissing out at how amazing this felt. So this was what sex felt like, it was no wonder people did it a lot and so many women in his circle were pregnant. Luckily for her, she'd gotten the shot and it'd been over a month; she'd had her period while on the journey with Dean, so it was working fully right now.
"Mark…" She breathed out, their eyes remaining locked, and felt his hands grip her hips to lift her up and down, showing her what to do, guiding her through it. "Oh, Christ…" The burning was long gone and now a different type of fire was building inside of her, a familiar fire, a familiar coil.
"Mark." He corrected with a snort, helping her ride him, his eyes feasting on the sight of his cock disappearing inside her tight little body each time she lowered herself down.
Abigail was never going to be satisfied with any other man, not completely, he'd make sure of it. She was a quick learner, and he let his hands roam to her breasts, bending his head forward to capture a rosy nipple in his lips, feeling her shuddering against him. He could feel her clenching around him, feel her movements starting to become harsher, nodding encouragement.
"That's it, darlin', just let go."
Using his shoulders for leverage, she moaned out uncontrollably and began bouncing up and down on his cock, digging her nails in his skin to the point of leaving crescent shapes. Mark managed to keep hold of her nipple in his mouth, devouring her chest as it bounced up and down, and soon, his hips began thrusting up to where their pelvises crashed together. Her moans turned to cries of both ecstasy and a bit of pain because Mark was a lot bigger than most men, but it was such an exquisite pain – a pain she never wanted to end.
"H-Harder…oh Mark, I need it…I-I need you…"
Harder, she wanted harder. Taker's response was agony for both of them because he had to lift her off of him and they both cried out at the loss. Not wasting a second, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees again, a massive hand planting between her shoulder blades and he pushed Abigail's shoulders down to the mattress. This left her ass up and he sank his cock back into her, penetrating her deeper in this position.
Deeper was an understatement. In this position, she felt EVERYTHING tenfold and it made her toes curl. Every thrust produced inside of her body, Mark hit her sweet spot and her entire body tingled from head to toe. Fighting against him, against her climax, Abigail managed to get on all fours instead of her face being planted in the bedding and moved back against him. She cried out louder, approaching that fine razor edge, and knew she would be spilling over it at any moment, any second.
"MARK!" She shrieked out in unison with a flash of lightning and crash of thunder, making this even more intense, if that was possible.
The sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoed off the walls as he rode out her first climax, refusing to give in yet and Abigail was running out of energy, fluids, everything. He took it all from her. His huge hand wrapped around her throat to pull her back flush against him, but didn't squeeze and never stopped his powerful thrusts inside of her, their bodies perfectly aligned together.
"P-Please…I-I can't…take much…more…"
"Trust me, Abigail, you can." He encouraged, reassured, in a low, deep baritone, refusing to let her call it a night, not when there was still pleasure left to be wrung from her body.
Sensitivity would eventually become an issue for her. That fine line between pleasure and pain was something Taker was looking forward to seeing on her face, hearing from her. His grip on her throat tightened just enough to make her take shallow breaths, knowing the temporary loss of full oxygen was going to send her body into overload. Abigail was beginning to climax again, and he let her breathe, hands dropping to her hips to keep her from trying to squirm away as he pounded her relentlessly.
"N-No I…I…MARK!" She shrieked out again, her body shuddering from head to toe as she came hard again, her body giving in to whatever he wanted.
That pain and pleasure line…she was approaching it incredibly fast, her face contorting to show it as he squeezed her throat again. Instead of feeling scared, all Abigail experienced was animalistic lust and need. He let her drop to the bed and didn't stop thrusting in and out of her sore, sensitive core, driving her to the edge yet again. Abigail had never felt something like this before, tears stinging her eyes for an entirely different reason, and whipped her head back, growling as she managed to meet him for every thrust, exerting energy and strength. She was breathing too erratically, too sharply, to speak or even utter a sound besides the breathing, feeling his fingers buried in her hair to maintain control.
Chances were, Abigail was going to blackout from a pleasure overload. She would never forget her first time, Taker was going out of his way to ensure it was memorable. No matter what happened between them tomorrow, today would always be etched in her memory. Possibly her skin too, he chuckled at the thought, bending down so his torso was hovering over hers and he sank his teeth in her shoulder, drawing blood, immediately lathing the wound with his tongue. So… they would definitely have their problems outside of the bedroom. That was a foregone conclusion, but in it… her ass, and every other bit, belonged to him.
"Mine!" He rasped, thrusting one last time in her before finally letting himself explode, feeling her body jerk at the intensity of his climax.
His own body wasn't staying still either, feeling like the storm was now coursing through his veins. His explosion triggered yet another one from her and this time, they came together. Her name fell from his lips in a roar that was amplified by ten, without him knowing.
Even out in the 'slums', that reached them, Dean shared a look with Roman. It had been faint, but that was definitely Abigail's name being shouted out. Dean hated the Undertaker right now. Roman wasn't saying a word, just resumed picking at his food and hoped the worst of the storm was passing. This building suddenly seemed a bit too small, cramped, and uncomfortable.
Unforgettable was the perfect word to describe her first time and the loss of her virginity. Abigail coughed and heaved, trying to suck in as much oxygen as she could, her entire body trembling from head to toe. Intense aftershocks pulsated through her and she was sure this would be her only time having sex due to her heart threatening to burst through her ribcage. Between her legs ached and throbbed from the pounding she'd taken along with the rest of her body. Abigail had absolutely no strength left in her body and nothing more to give, feeling fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.
If Mark thought she was leaving, after that intense bout between them, he was out of his mind. He must've read her mind because he pulled her flush against his body, spooning up against her, and kissed her neck and shoulder, trying to calm her down while cooling off. Abigail had so many things she wanted to say and ask, but her vocal cords were not working right now, her body already sagging, relaxing, against him. Within moments, she was out like a light, passing out in his arms from all the physical exertion she'd been put through.
