I bundle the crotch of her flimsy pants in a fist and yank. The material rips like tissue paper. Another tug shreds her sorry excuse for underwear, exposing her from clit to crack. Frankie expels a dreamy sigh at my show of strength.
A quick swipe along her center confirms what I already assumed. “Soaked for me.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Unzip my jeans,” I instruct.
Eyes hooded with lust find mine over her shoulder. “So bossy.”
My nose traces a path to her ear and I smirk when she trembles. “Get my dick out. Now.”
Without turning, her fingers find my belt and get to work. Cool air caresses my arousal as she releases me from the confines. She wraps a hand around my shaft, stroking from root to tip. A bead of precum applauds her method and she smears the moisture around with her thumb. Her lashes flutter shut while a smile curves her sinful lips.
“Rock solid for me,” she breathes.
My dick jerks in her grasp, eager for more. Heat tingles along my spine in a familiar sensation. If she keeps jacking me off, this will be over before it begins.
I move us to the right and guide her hands to the bars on the stall door. “Hold on.”
Frankie obeys with surprising speed. My belt buckle jangles as I situate myself behind her. A blinding urgency thrums through my veins, stealing all semblance of common sense. Her skin blazes against mine when I erase the last inch of space. But realization strikes at the last second.
“I don’t have a condom.”
Frankie presses against me in open invitation. “Don’t need one unless you have something that hasn’t cleared up after all these years.”
I give her bare ass a gentle swat. “Brat.”
Her laugh is meant to ridicule me, but I like hearing the carefree sound from her. “Gonna have to try harder than that to make me behave.”
And I’ll do so with pleasure.
I kick her heels apart, spreading her legs wide for me. My grip on her waist pulls her back until she’s positioned at the optimal angle. Her slick arousal lubes my cock as I coast along her slit. When I repeat the motion, my dick nudges her entrance. That’s all the warning she gets. I fill her pussy to capacity with a single, punishing thrust.
“Savage,” she hisses.
“I’m your savage,” I manage to croak from my strained vocal cords.
Her hips wiggle against my brutal onslaught. The squeeze from her inner muscles borders on uncomfortable. There’s a pinch of pain when she flexes around me. I remain still for a moment, allowing us to gather our bearings.
She’s a vise clamping me, cinched tight as if barely broken in. But that can’t be right. Ten years might separate us, but her bold assertiveness suggests plenty of experience.
My cock throbs, demanding movement. I withdraw an inch and immediately get sucked back in. It’s a snug fit.
“How long has it been for you?”
She huffs. “None of your business.”
My hands massage her lower back and hips to relax the strain. “Do I need to be gentle?”
“Only if you want me to fall asleep.”
“Such a little shit.” My flattened palm gives her another spank, harder this time.
Her shrug is unfazed. “You asked.”
That insufferable attitude is in desperate need of adjustment. I pull out and quickly plunge forward, jostling her prideful stance. My grip on her ass clutches harder, sure to bruise. She lets a low moan slip free. That spurs me faster. But after no more than three strokes, the error in my madness speaks up.
I refuse to come before her, staving off the pressure with thoughts of spreadsheets and unanswered emails. But then Frankie clenches herself around me with purpose. My vision blurs into hues of pleasure.