Desmond grinned as Abby came, her orgasm an explosion of bliss that erupted from her body with a rush of cum and a loud cry.  He pulled his fingers from her wet cunt, bringing them to his lips and licking her juices from them before his hands went to her breasts.  He squeezed them tightly, his fingers massaging the twin mounds of flesh while she began to stroke him, coaxing him to reach his own orgasm.<br/><br/>But Desmond would not be denied that which he'd worked so hard to create.  He stood, his hands hooking beneath her arms and dragging her weary body up with him.  He pushed her down onto her stomach on the bed, his rough, calloused hands squeezing her backside for a moment before he slapped her rump, his grin widening.  Then, one hand rising to grab a thick handful of her red hair, he pushed his hard cock past her folds and into her hot wet cunt.<br/><br/>He began fucking her hard and fast, his foreplay finished and his passion near to exploding.  There was no gentle caress or teasing touches now.  Now, he wanted to fuck, and he was doing just that.  His thick cock plunged deeply into her again and again, his rhythm increasing with each thrust, his heavy balls rubbing against her thighs as he fucked her.<br/><br/>The hand in her hair tightened then, and he pulled her head back, forcing her gaze to meet his own.  He leaned forward then, and pressed his lips to her own, kissing her deeply and roughly, his hips continuing to pound into her.  He growled into the kiss, feeling his balls tighten and his cock throb inside of her.  Then, with a loud cry, he pulled out of her and came, his hand stroking his shaft furiously until his seed sprayed out in thick, hot globules along her ass.<br/><br/>Despite his heavy breathing, the grin along his face was that of a wolf having conquered its mate.  He chuckled, stepping away from her, his fingers uncoiling from her hair as his cock dribbled more of his thick cum along her thighs.  He turned, fumbling around in his coat for a moment, before he sat in the chair beside the bed, a rolled cigarette dangling between two fingers.  He slid it between his lips and struck a match, touching the flame to the tip before waving the match's flame into nothing but a small puff of smoke.<br/><br/>Taking a deep drag off the smoke, he glanced to Abby and grinned.<br/><br/>"Stick with me, sweetheart..." he said, taking another draw before offering her the cigarette.  "Things in this town are going to be changing, and soon.  It's best to be on the winning team when they do."