Chapter Eighteen.
Frost stayed focused on the sexy female in front of him.
When he stepped up to her, he looked down into Constance’s eyes.
Leaning in he watched as her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned up for a kiss, but Frost didn’t kiss her.
Instead, he leaned around her gripping the bedspread and pulled it from the bed letting it puddle on the floor.
Nudging her a few steps from the foot of the bed Frost took a seat on the edge.
When Constance looked down at him, he smirked.
Pulling out his phone he scrolled through his music and picked a great tune—for stripping.
Then shoved himself all the way onto the bed where he could rest against the headboard.
“Let’s go sugar.” Frost said, twirling his finger in the air.
Constance laughed before the music even got settled in, the low, playful laugh that told him this was as much a gift for her as it was for him. She started out slow, not because she was shy, but because the anticipation was half the fun, and she wanted to have fun with Frost.
Moving around the room she swayed her hips to the beat of the music, glancing over her shoulder she gave him a teasing glance, followed by a playful wink. She was completely aware of his eyes on her.
She peeled off her shirt, the movement exaggerated, striking a mock-dramatic pose as she let it float to the floor. Running her hands threw her hair…
“Shake it out baby, I like it wild.” Frost told her followed by a catcall.
Shaking out her hair, she fluffed it creating a wild halo of honey blonde curls before grinding her hands down her throat over her breast settling on her stomach before she turned her back to him. Constance bent over where she could slide off her shoes.
She ended up stumbling then hoping on one foot than the other as she struggled with them—laughing the entire time. When she finally got the second shoe off, she tossed the converse tennis shoe at Frost who dodged it.
Frost rolled his hands, wanting her to take more off, “Take those jeans off for me.” He laughed as she doubled over laughing at herself.
Constance rolled her eyes pretending to struggle with the buttons on her jeans then laughed when a pillow came flying at her. Sliding her hands into the waist of her jeans she slowly deliberately smoothed them down her legs then stepped out of them.
With the last beats of the song, she stepped to the end of the bed, unhurried as she let the moment breathe. Letting the tension build before she placed her hands on the bed and began slowly climbing towards Frost.
Frost pulled his shirt over his head tossing it aside his hands went to his belt just as she crawled over his outstretched legs.
“Let me.” Constance said, covering his hands with hers.
“Nope,” he laughed, grabbing her and rolling them over.
Nudging her legs apart he settled between them leaning over her body, Frost nuzzled his face into her chest nipping the tender flesh on the inside of her breasts.
His lips kissed their way from the nape of her neck down to her mound, then dragged his tongue all the way back up. Reaching her arms over her head Constance tangled her hands in the sheets and closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of Frost kissing his way over her body.
She smiled when he unhooked her bra, sliding it out of his way. His mouth found her breast. His tongue pressing against her already hard nipple sent little shock waves through her sex. Arching up into his mouth, she got a little nip to the nipple.
He moved from her breast down her stomach, across her abdomen. His teeth scraped along her hip bones making her squirm.
Constance lifted her hips as Frost slipped her panties down her legs.
Her heart thundered in her ears as her body heated up seeing the heated stare on his face.
When he dipped his head between her thighs, she gripped the sheets tighter.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as his teeth raked across her clit.
A small moan bounced off the unadorned walls as Frost bit the inside of her thigh as he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy.
Good God the man was driving her crazy. The man was either an angel or a devil, she couldn’t tell which, but more than once she called out to God and even did a little begging for more.
Unfortunately, he seemed to be fine with the begging and the praying.
The sheets moved with her as he tugged her further down the bed and rolled her over. Tugging her hips back towards him she went up on her elbows and knees.
Her mouth watered hearing the rash of his zipped bring glided down.
She didn’t care if kept his clothes on or stripped, she just wanted him to feel his cock plunging into her.
The feeling of him-every part of him made her ache waiting-wondering what he had in store for her next.
At the moment it was his mouth that was her favorite part.
Yes, his mouth was her very favorite part at that moment.
Frost moved his hands over her supple ass; he took his time kneading his fingers into her flesh. The moans of pleasure pleased him. He loved how responsive Constance was to his touch.
Shoving his jeans down Frost positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and gritted his teeth as he slowly pushed through her folds. Damn she had the tightest pussy he’d ever fucked.
Leaning forward he kissed the base of her spine. He pulled out and rolled over where he stripped out of his jeans before climbing back on the bed.
He rolled her back onto her back where he could watch her fall apart beneath him.
Going up on his knees he pulled her to him draping her legs over his shoulders, “This is gonna be hard and fast.”
“I want it.”
“Fuck!” He growled shoving balls deep into her. He heard the painful moan she hissed out and didn’t stop. His mind was full of her—her smell—her laugh—everything that was Constance filled up all the cracks, and he wanted to make sure she knew without a doubt she was his.
Lost in the feeling of her body wrapped around his shaft he shoved deeper with every thrust. When her hand reached out, he caught it. Frost ground against her burying his cock deeper.
He felt her cum and rode it out with his own release. Dropping her forehead to her shoulder he kissed the spot. “Fuck woman, you make me lose my mind.”
She didn’t say anything—couldn’t, not yet. With his cock still throbbing inside her she was trying hard not to get turned on again. Something about the man had her pussy being a greedy brat.
Frost heard his name on her lips as his body sagged against hers. His heart pounded in his ears.
He could hardly keep his weight off her as they both panted against one another’s sweat drenched skin. When he went to pull away, she clinched her hips around him keeping him in place. When she loosened her grip, he rolled next to her. He kissed her softly before resting his head on the mattress.
His hand rested on her stomach; his fingers drew little circles as his eyes fluttered shut. “Don’t forget you’re mine now sugar.” He mumbled.
“We’ll see.” She said her voice a soft laugh before falling off to sleep next to her ol’ man.