An insistent pulse begins to twitch my dick and I spread my stance. “That still doesn’t explain the fluffy shit you’re watching. Thought you didn’t like that sort of thing?”
“Fine, make jokes. It’s hilarious and ridiculous. I have an unhealthy addiction to trashy reality shows. You’ve officially seen the worst of me.” It’s as if she’s admitting to a heinous crime.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself.” I try to roll my lips between my teeth to sober up, but it’s just too outrageous. “We’ve all got guilty pleasures.”
“Oh, really?” Her exhale isn’t impressed with my failed efforts. “What’s yours?”
“You.”
A pretty pink streaks across her cheekbones and she dips her chin. “Those added benefits are stacking up lately.”
“Won’t hear me complain.”
“Is that what you came for?”
“More or less,” I drawl. “Is a blowjob too much to ask for?”
Frankie glowers. “I’d think that request through if I were you. I have a tendency to bite.”
“Noted,” I chuckle. “There’s actually something I wanted to ask you.”
She flops back against the couch cushions and folds her arms across her chest. “This ought to be rich.”
“Ronnie got invited to a birthday party. It’s on Saturday when I have a large load of horses arriving at the auction barn. Would you be willing to bring her?”
Stunned green eyes blink at me. “Alone?”
I grip the nape of my neck. “There’s gonna be a lot of kids. It’s at one of those indoor playground deals. If you’re not up for that, I totally understand.”
It might be my imagination, but there are unshed tears glittering at me. “You trust me to take her there by myself?”
My feet get restless and I shuffle in place. “It’s about time. You’ve proven to be more than capable of caring for her. Besides, if anything happens, you’ll punish yourself worse than I ever could. Ronnie also knows to call me in case of an emergency.”
“Um, okay.” She slips off the sofa to kneel where I’m standing. Her deft fingers begin working on my belt buckle.
I freeze as lust quickly hardens my cock. “What’re you doing?”
“Gonna suck your dick,” she says while lowering my zipper.
“You don’t have to do this. I wasn’t serious about the blowjob.” Why I’m trying to dissuade her doesn’t make a lick of sense.
“Hush,” she purrs and wraps her hands around my shaft. “Don’t overthink it. I need to keep my mouth busy so I don’t say anything stupid.”
“Whatever you gotta do,” I croak as her tongue laps at the precum on my tip.
“Good boy.” Frankie seals her lips around me, sucking hard enough to drain every ounce of logic.
My eyes roll shut. “Fuck, that’s it.”
And she’s just getting started. While her fingers grip me at the base, she starts bobbing on my cock. I stagger and my knees almost buckle. Without surrendering my dick, Frankie guides me to sit on the sofa. My legs collapse when a deep throb pulses through me. She’s a warm, wet dream playing in real time. The sensations fondle me in an unforgiving grasp, but the curtain of red shrouds my visual.
I gather her hair in my fist. It gives me a clear shot at the action. Frankie hollows her cheeks and pushes lower. My tip nudges the back of her throat, signaling her to retreat slowly.An upward stroke from her hand follows. The extra stimulation spreads tingles through my balls.
Almost immediately, she’s sinking back down until meeting resistance. I’m not an average-sized man. There are a solid four or five inches that she hasn’t conquered. Frankie accepts the challenge, forcing more of my length in her throat. Dark spots speckle my vision when she swallows.
A whimper trips out of me. It’s such a pitiful noise. This woman has reduced me to a simpering fool again. Only she has this power over me.
Her moan jerks my hips off the cushion. Another inch slips inside and the pressure triples. My molars clack when I clench against the force. It’s too soon. Frankie isn’t done, wedging the last of me beyond her gag reflex. I’m breathing heavily to match her labored exhales. This is a first and it compels me.