Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I arched off the desk when he entered me with his thick fingers. My moan echoed off the ceiling when he started thrusting. My thighs trembled and slightly closed; Frankie pulled back with a cum-slicked frown and smacked my inner thigh.
I gasped at the sting. “The hell, Frankie?”
“Keep them open,” he demanded, “and scream my name when you come. See if the others bite.”
I tried to answer, but it only came out as a groan when he put his mouth back on me. Two fingers fucked me hard, dragged along my walls, stretching my pussy. He sucked and rolled my clit between his tongue so fast I saw stars. Heat built in my stomach when he flattened his tongue; I was helpless to stop my hips from grinding into his face.
When he curled his fingers, I came with a shout of his name. My pussy sucked him in further, walls pulsing and spasming around him. Frankie kept working my clit, even as I shook and trembled beneath him. When he was satisfied, he pulled back and slowly stood, popping his fingers into my open mouth. I moaned and sucked on them, the taste of my juices flooding my taste buds. He thrust his two fingers in and out of my mouth as he fumbled to get his pants off with one hand. When he couldn’t do it, I giggled and reached out to help him. That earned me a particularly harsh thrust that made me whine.
His thick chest rose and fell with his harsh breaths. When his cock sprang free, drops of cum already beaded its tip. I hooked my arms around my thighs and brought my knees up to my shoulders. Frankie’s eyes dropped down to my wet pussy, his eyes growing somehow darker.
I dipped my head back so his fingers were on my lips and not in my mouth. I pressed a little kiss there and giggled when it seemed to catch him off guard.
“That’s one tryout, Frankie,” I purred and spread my legs even more. “Still up for counting?”
“If your pussy’s still up to get beat.”
“Why stop there?” I teased. Keeping my legs bent by my shoulders, I ghosted my hands down my body. When I reached my cunt, I spread my pussy wide open for him with one hand and spread my asscheeks with the other.
Frankie inhaled, eyes focused on my cunt as he took a step back. I whimpered at the loss of heat between my legs, but it was quickly replaced with a fire in my veins when Frankie wrapped a hand around his weeping cock.
“Get your ass ready for me,” he ordered. “I’m going to make my mark everywhere.”
I shivered at the promise in his words. Dipping my fingers into my pussy, I gathered some slick and trailed down to my ass. I circled two fingertips over my asshole before dipping one inside. Frankie’s grunt masked my little mewl of pleasure. He slowly stroked his cock as he watched me push a finger into my ass. I bucked up into the pleasure, thrusting my finger in and out a few times until I could take a second. Even as I fucked my ass with two fingers, I circled my aching clit with the other, and Frankie maintained his agonizingly slow pace.
“Frankie,” I whined. As much as I loved putting on a show for him, it wasn’t enough. I needed that thick cock in me—preferably all over me.
Frankie smirked. “What?”
“You know what.”
He squeezed his cock, his voice catching. “Say it.”
“Fuck me.” I jerked into my quick motions. My cunt ached for a second release; I ground into my fingers, trying to push them deeper in my ass and groaning when I failed. “Right now—fuck—need your cock.”
“Where?”
“My pussy. My ass. Fuck, I don’t care where. Just need you.” I fluttered my eyelashes and grinned. “I’m ready. Aren’t you?”
Frankie muttered a heavy ‘fuck yes’ beneath his breath and slipped back between my thighs. He ripped my hands away from my body and gripped my hips so hard, I gasped. We shared a moan when he pushed inside and stretched my walls.
He was relentless from the start. He wasn’t just fucking me—he was marking his territory. Before Bones, before Lotto, before Heathens Hollow, I’d belonged to Frankie. Each drag of his cock and slap of his balls against my ass was a reminder I was Frankie’s girl.
And I fucking loved it.
I shifted my legs onto his shoulders, locking my ankles behind his head. He was so fucking deep. I cried out with every sharp thrust. My vision flashed white as he fucked me so hard, I nearly fell off the back of the desk. I raked my nails down his arms, over and over until red lines marred his tan skin. My own little mark. Because as much as I belonged to Frankie, he belonged to me, too.