9. Frankie
Chapter 9
Frankie
T hat was the best feeling I’ve ever had, and he doesn’t seem to be finished with me yet!
He spins me around as I’m catching my breath, then he lifts his hands to his mouth and sucks each in turn.
“Delicious, just as I thought, il mio tesoro .” He winks as he walks away, pulling me behind him.
Standing me in front of the bed, he runs his hands through his hair. This man is unbelievable. The tattoos I could see earlier go from his neck all the way down to his ankles, with little spaces here and there but not many.
I want to touch him but don’t want to overstep as he has already pointed out what this room is for.
“Lay down and spread those pretty little legs so I can see what’s mine.” His lips purse and his nostrils flared.
Mine? What the fuck now! I am grinding my teeth because I belong to no one. I don’t know this guy but he’s acting like I am a piece of property. I don’t fucking think so. The battle my head is having with my body is insane. I want to walk out and tell him to go fuck himself but then he reaches up and strokes my cheek. His voice has me hooked like a junkie waiting for their next fix.
“Now, il mio tesoro .” His voice is as smooth as silk, and all that crap I’ve spat about walking out, literally got up and fucked off without me!
Of course I did the only thing I could … I laid on the bed and did as he asked. It’s like since he walked in this room I’ve lost my lady balls and can’t think fucking straight.
“I can’t wait to see your tight pussy stretching around my big fat cock.” His eyes are locked between my legs as he bites his bottom lip, and my body squirms with want and need as I wait for him to join me.
He stalks on to the bed like an animal stalking its prey, and my mouth goes dry. I lick my lips over and over trying to get more moisture, but it’s almost like every ounce of moisture I have traveled south.
His hand runs along my thigh as he teases my entrance with his cock.
“Normally I wouldn’t wait, but I’m going to savor this moment,” he says as he pushes the tip in, only to take it out and run it along my slit, teasing me relentlessly.
Inch by agonizing inch he does this until I feel like I’m going to split in two.
“You can take me, I know you can. Watching my cock slide in and out of your pussy covered in your juices is mesmerizing.” He leans forward slightly and pulls me forward. “Look, watch me fuck you.”
He isn’t wrong. Seeing him inside me is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
I lean back slightly on my arms, not taking my eyes off his cock.
It feels amazing, and each time it feels like it gets deeper.
“Fuck yes! Make me take your cock, please,” I beg.
He moans deep as I continue to beg him.
“Oh god, harder, make me come on your cock.” I rise to meet each thrust.
We’re both panting and that’s when it happens. He leans down and kisses me. We both fight for power, but he wins. Our tongues stroke, and I nip at his lip.
He flips me over so I am straddling him and takes my breast in his mouth and starts nipping and biting.
At this angle he feels so much deeper, causing me to moan louder.
His starts to fuck me hard from below, taking control even though I’m the one on top.
I can’t seem to do anything but take what he’s giving me, and I feel my legs start to shake.
I pull his head away from my breasts and take his mouth with mine. He pulls my lip with his, and I moan into his mouth as I come all over his cock.
He continues to kiss me through it, my heart beating wildly as my pussy tingles with aftershocks.
Rolling over, he pulls away and makes his way down my body with his tongue, stopping at my breasts and smiling. I raise my brow in question, but he ignores it and continues, still rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
His head lifts as he mindlessly toys with my body, building me back up from the orgasm I just had.
He leans forward rubbing his cock against my slit, coating his cock in my juices as he leans down and sucks at my breasts.
I reach for his head as I move my hips in time with him, and he knows I’m close again when legs start to shake.
Pulling back, he sits on his knees and jerks his hard length, stopping to circle my bundle of nerves.
“Please, I need to come. I want to feel you come inside me,” I tell him, my voice needy.
I watch as his jaw clenches, and I can tell he’s tempted.
His movements become jerky as a roar leaves him, coating my pussy in his warm, sticky seed.
I exhale loudly, almost as if I’m annoyed that this is over. I mean, I need to come again but he’s finished, so I guess I will have to finish myself off … no change there, I think to myself.
My hand snakes down my body as he snatches it and puts it by my side.
“What are you doing?” His voice is hoarse and sounds sexy as fuck.
“I-I thought we were finished,” I stutter slightly.
“Not quite.” He smiles.
When he bends, his head reaching my thigh, I jump. No way … no fucking way is he going to do what I think he’s going to do…
I look down and place my hand on his head, as if to move him, only he gives me a look I can’t decipher, so I drop my hand to the bed as he laps at my pussy.
I feel his tongue mixing with our juices, and at this moment, I don’t care. I move my hips upward to meet his lips, and he doesn’t move away but takes every single drop.
“ Il mio tesoro , we taste so good together,” he states as he lifts his head and kisses me fiercely. “See,” he says as he pulls back.
“Mmm,” is all I can say in agreement before he is back on my lips, our tongues tangling once again.
I gasp when he slaps my pussy, once … twice, then runs his fingers quickly down my slit and shoves two of his big fat fingers inside my pussy.
“Ah fuck!” I pull away from his lips as I feel the intrusion and moan into his neck as he moves his fingers relentlessly.
It feels like seconds before I start to come all over his hand.
“Oh my god,” I pant as he slides his fingers from my throbbing center.
Leaning down he kisses the side of my head, then gets off the bed and walks over to the bathtub. Turning on the taps, he fills it with some soak from the side.
“Come, this will help ease your muscles.” He doesn’t look at me when he talks this time, which I find odd.
As I get in the bath he starts to dress, then comes over to me, rubs my shoulders and hands me some cream.
“When you’ve finished, make sure you put this on your ass, it’ll help ease the stinging.” He smiles and reaches for my face, rubbing my cheek and tracing his thumb over my lip.
“What’s your name?” His eyes furrow.
“Francesca,” I tell him. “What’s yours?” I ask.
“You can call me Nicolas.” He smiles.
“I’m not sure how to ask this but would you like to do this again sometime?” I force myself to keep looking at him as I don’t want to show him how I feel, which is nervous as hell, but the other men I’ve been in here with have been nothing compared to this.
“I’ll leave you my number. When you’re next here, send me a text.” He winks as he ties his hair back into a ponytail.
Once he’s fully dressed, he leans down and kisses the side of my mouth and turns to leave.
He turns as he opens the door. “See you soon, il mio tesoro .”