Chapter 21
FRANKIE
He tasted salty and tangy. The flavor burst on my tongue. I wanted more. It was the way he reacted to just a little lick that empowered me.
I wasn’t in my work coveralls. My hair wasn’t up in a sloppy ponytail. I wasn’t even in Jasmine’s dress and heels.
I was bare. This was me. The real me. And Shep had chosen me. Wanted me.
Sure, any woman with her mouth near a guy’s dick would make it hard, but this was different. I was different.
Shep wanted me. Me.
Frankie.
His cherry.
A ridiculous pet name that was going to make me blush every time he said it in public, but I knew it was also a reminder. I was his from the start. I’d given myself to him in a way I’d never with any other guy. I, too, had known Shep was the one for me Saturday night.
I trusted him. I was attracted to him. I felt a connection, a need, a spark that drew me to him like a moth to a flame. I was his and he was mine.
And I was going to prove it to him. Satisfy him. Pleasure him just as he’d pleasured me Saturday night.
Except I had no idea how I was going to take his big dick all the way in my mouth.
Maybe he sensed my hesitation, because he gave me instructions.
“Just the head, cherry. Pop it in that sweet mouth and run your tongue over the head. That’s it. Swallow all that cum that’s leaking. Just for you.”
Okay, he was a filthy talker. While Saturday night had been insane and really intense and probably crazy sex, it’d been in a stranger’s house with strangers nearby. It’d been real, but this… this was really our first time.
And I was going to make it amazing.
So while he told me what to do, I widened my mouth and sucked on that huge crown. Licked it like an ice cream cone as his flavor coated my tongue.
He moved his hand away and told me to replace it with mine. Once I gripped him, he helped me stroke him, squeezing my hand to show the pressure he liked. Then he let go and let me do my thing.
I had no idea what my thing was, so I looked up at him.
“Fuck, you’re the prettiest thing ever. Good girl. Shit, I’m not gonna last.”
I got about a quarter of the way down, he was just that big, when he pulled back.
“Your turn.”
He lifted me and flipped me onto my back and pounced, kissing me. Thoroughly and completely, leaving us both panting.
He moved south to my breasts, licking and laving one and then the other, cupping them with his big hand.
He’d played with one of my breasts on Saturday night, but I’d been in my dress and it hadn’t been like this.
I had no idea I was so sensitive, that I liked the rough feel of his callouses on my soft skin.
“Shep,” I moaned and he moved lower. And lower, parting my thighs with his broad shoulders as he went.
Then he had his mouth on me. “Yes!” I cried, because no wasn’t an answer.
He worked me with his mouth and fingers, making sure I was wet, making sure I was ready for him. “Now, Shep,” I said, but he shook his head, his short beard brushing my thighs. He kept right on going until I came not once, but twice.
Only then did he come up over me. Kissed me. I tasted myself on him, felt my wetness on his cheeks and in his beard.
“Sore still?” he asked.
“No.”
“I’m not using a condom. You on the pill?”
I nodded, my leg sliding up and down his side. He felt so good over me, pressing me into his soft bed. It was much more comfortable than Rocky Trout’s dining table.
“Nothing between us. When you’re ready, we’re gonna make a baby.”
My eyes widened. When I said things were going fast earlier, I hadn’t meant baby fast.
But all I could do was nod again, because that was what I wanted, too.
“I want a little girl who wears a little kid toolbelt around the house.”
I grinned and tears filled my eyes again. This time, it was tears of joy, not fear or sadness.
“Okay,” I breathed.
“For now, we practice.”
He slid into me in one long, long, long stroke, not looking away.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” I breathed. He felt so good. Better than Saturday.
Not only because it had been the first time and it’d hurt some, but because he wasn’t wearing a condom.
I didn’t know the sensation would be different.
I felt more. How he grew as he fucked me.
How he rolled his hips and hit delicious spots deep inside me.
I squeezed his hips between my legs. Tugged him closer with my heels. Rolled my hips up every time he filled me. Arched my back.
And cried out his name. Loud. So it got carried away on the wind outside.
I couldn’t say we came together, in some perfect harmony, because it wasn’t true. It was better. He found my clit, pinched it and I came, clenching him so hard that he had no control any longer and came right after.
I felt his cum fill me. The heat of it. The way he’d swelled right before he emptied in me. The rumble of his chest. The way he groaned and called out my name.
All of it.
I’d been lost, but I’d found my home not in a place, but in a person.
Shep Wilder was mine. Forever.
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