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.