CHAPTER NINETEEN #2
“Gonna last longer than you.” And then I’m switching gears.
What I lack in stamina, I overcompensate with skill. While one hand reaches for stability from the stall bars, the other lifts Frankie’s left leg and drapes it over mine. I accept her weight easily while never breaking stride. This allows me to get even deeper. Frankie notices the change instantly.
Her lips part on a ragged exhale. “Ohhhhhhhh.”
The encouragement pushes me to a brutal pace. She jolts up and down from the force of my motions. I wrap an arm around her, pinning us together for the ride. My thumb stretches to work her clit in fluid circles. The added stimulation grants me a slew of praise.
“Yes, yes,” she chants. “Right there.”
I swoop down and lick a sloppy trail along the curve of her shoulder. She tastes erotic and dangerous, like trouble dipped in sugar. It’s a tease more than anything. Now my mouth waters in anticipation of getting her pussy on my tongue.
Frankie blows out a rushed breath as if it had been blocked. Her chokehold on my cock slackens as she gets accustomed to my girth. That allows me to slide in and out with ease, heightening our joined pleasure. The connection crackles and binds us as one.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she whines, feeling the same sparks as me.
I chuckle into the slope of her neck. Words are cheap. Frankie slings them at me like pennies in a wishing well. But she can’t hide what her body tells me. This combustible chemistry between us is priceless.
“You drive me insane,” I rumble against her cheek. My beard scrapes a burning path along her skin to match the damage she’s inflicted on me. “I was fine until you darkened my path.”
“I’d apologize but I’m not sorry.”
“At least you admit it.”
Her nod is a jerky bounce. “Part of my appeal. I’ll burden you like you’ve never been burdened before.”
“Sounds sexy,” I growl.
Frankie’s giggle cuts off in a loud mewl. “That’s the crazy talking.”
“You know all about that.”
“Such a charmer,” she rasps.
My cock sinks to the hilt and I grind against her, putting an end to the discussion. She leans against me in complete submission. It’s such an unguarded pose and deserves a reward.
I stimulate her clit with rapid swipes. My dick continues wrecking her cunt for any asshole who dared to believe he could follow this exhibition. She babbles nonsense and I’m here for every syllable.
“Too thick,” she wheezes. “Almost hurts.”
My motions falter. “Too much?”
“No!” Frankie squirms. “Don’t stop.”
Which only pushes me harder. The rhythmic slap of skin serenades us. Each stroke solidifies our sexual compatibility. This isn’t an empty fuck we’ll forget tomorrow. It’s a declaration: this woman belongs to me. Nobody else gets to touch her.
I pound my cock into her like it’s a branding iron. “You’re going to be feeling me for a week.”
“Yes, please. Take out your anger on me, stud. Give it all to me,” she pleads.
“Gonna leave my mark on you.” My mouth suckles a blistering path along her throat.
She cries out. “More!”
I nip at her sensitive skin. “Whose cock is buried inside you?”
“Yours.”
“Can any other dick give you this?”
Frankie whimpers, but doesn’t respond otherwise.
I slow my motions, pulling out until just my tip kisses her entrance. “Do you think I’ll allow other men to try what’s mine?”
“No,” she whispers.
My body stills completely, earning me a petulant whine. “Would you let another guy have you like this?” I jostle her limp form, proving how much trust she’s placed in my grasp. “Bent to his will?”
“No,” she repeats.
“Are you agreeing this pussy belongs to me? That I’m the only one who gets to fuck you?”
Her chest rises and falls with labored breaths. “Yes, you possessive jerk! Happy?”
My grin stretches wider than her thighs. “About to be.”
I resume plunging deep, reigniting the friction burning between us.
It doesn’t take long for the tingles across my lower back to return as well.
My abs contract as I give her the best I’ve got.
She responds with enthusiastic cries. We’re headed toward a simultaneous finish that might be the end of me.
Frankie begins to quake, begging me to let her come. As if I’d stop her. Sweat prickles across the nape of my neck while I strum her clit to a silent beat.
“Almost there. Don’t stop,” she gasps. “So close. Oh, oh!”
I falter when she screams her release. Her sharp nails stab into my arm, most likely drawing blood. We’re both too lost to notice.
The clench of her climax triggers my own. There’s an unmistakable gush that drowns my cock. It’s hot and erotic and unrelenting. A final thrust delivers me to the cusp. I explode with a guttural shout.
Waves of pleasure crash over me in a force that wobbles my knees. I’m barely aware of the pulse shooting through my dick or the stream that spurts out in convulsive bursts. White light streaks across my vision as I succumb to the release. Tremors twitch my muscles while I bask in the afterglow.
And I’m not the only one. Orgasmic bliss brightens Frankie’s features. She’s never looked so peaceful. The sight steals my breath and delivers another punch of relief.
We remain tangled in each other while the buzz wears off. It’s long enough for a breeze to cool the slippery warmth between us. Frankie winces as I pull out.
My heart thuds. “Was I too rough?”
Any trace of pain wipes clean from her features. “Just the way I like it.”
The urge to hug her rumbles through me, but I doubt the embrace will be well received. “You don’t have to put on a brave act for me. I want you to be honest.”
Her gaze avoids mine. “Uh-huh, sure.”
“It’s okay to let me in,” I try again.
“Just did,” she quips, but still won’t look at me.
Shit, this is awkward. It’s been ages since I’ve dealt with an adult woman’s emotions. It’s clear Frankie is shutting me out. I’m at a loss as to why after what we just shared.
“You know what I mean,” I say gently.
“I really don’t,” she huffs. “It was just sex.”
Which is true. I’m ashamed to admit I forgot to kiss her.
“Frankie,” I murmur. “Tell me what you need. Please.”
“That’s a big ask, stud.” She crosses her legs, reminding me that I destroyed her pants.
“Shit, let me grab something to clean you up.”
Her arm shoots out to stop me. “Absolutely not. This is my mess now. Your part is done.”
And then for the second time in as many days, Frankie leaves me guessing without a backward glance.