“Weirdo. Hurry up and fuck me.”
“You’re not in charge here, Frankie,” I tell her, slowly sinking inside her.
“I’m always in charge,” she counters, pushing herself back and making my cock bottom out inside her pussy. “Oh god!”
My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips. “I’m going to show you just how wrong you are,” I tell her as I start thrusting in and out of her. Harder, faster with each movement.
Before long, she’s shaking, her face pressed into the sheets, smothering her screams. Her juices coat both her thighs and mine. She’s so fucking wet. Bringing one hand around to the front of her, I lean back and rest my ass on my heels.
With my hand wrapped around Frankie’s throat, I hold her body upright. “I want you to bounce on my cock.”
She doesn’t disappoint. Frankie uses her knees to leverage her weight as she bounces up and down.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Mmm.” Her head leans against my shoulder. My lips find the side of her neck, kissing and sucking along the sensitive skin.
“I want you to come for me,” I tell her. I need to feel her come all over my cock. She’s so close. Her pussy convulses around me. “That’s it. Good girl. Fucking come.”
And she does. My hand covers her mouth when she screams. I don’t need anyone else in this house hearing her right now. Not when her father and brother are not too far.
Pulling out, I push her back onto her hands and knees and come all over her ass. “Fuck me,” I grunt as ropes of cum spill from my cock.
“I’m pretty sure I just did.” Frankie giggles as she falls onto the bed and rolls onto her side.
“Yeah, you did.” I lie next to her. “Te amo.”
“Te amo,” she repeats with a huge smile on her face. “I was worried I wouldn’t get to say that.”
“I don’t want you to worry about me, Frankie. I’m going to be just fine.”
“You have some assholes actively trying to kill you. You don’t know if they’ll be successful or not.”
“Many have tried and failed before, babe. Besides, now I have a bigger reason to make sure I live.”
“What’s that?”
“You. I get to have you, which is all the motivation I need to survive.”
“Good. Make sure you do.”
After showering, I take Frankie down to the kitchen. I don’t know when she last ate, but her stomach was making some angry fucking noises in the shower.
“Sit. What do you want to eat?” I ask her.
“I’m not a dog, Emilio. Don’t tell me to sit,” she fires back, while also sitting at the counter.
I blink at her. I don’t even know how to respond to that, so I choose to ignore it. “Tacos?” I open the fridge. I know the chef left some meat in here last night. I can reheat it.
“You can make tacos?” Frankie asks.
“She does know you’re Mexican, right?” Ezekiel says, walking into the conversation.
“I thought she did.” I shrug and start pulling containers out of the fridge.
“You guys are idiots. It was a genuine question.” Frankie rolls her eyes.
“I’d rather be an idiot than a cousin kisser.” Ezekiel laughs and ducks when I go to slap the back of his head.