“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan.
It’s been entirely too long since I’ve been buried in a wet pussy.
That knowledge sparkles in her gemstone eyes. “Not gonna last, big boy?”
I grit my teeth. Right then and there, I make it my mission to have her screaming my name before I erupt.
“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 weighteasily 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.