Placing my hand over hers, I squeeze it. “It’s always been you. Since we were kids. I didn’t have words for it back then, but I paid attention. I kept track of the small things because they mattered. And if there’s one part of my life I want to get right, it’s you.”
Frankie turns her head toward me. Her lips part to say something, but then she leans forward. She crashes into me. Tongue first, lips parted. Her mouth moves over mine. She’s done holding back. There’s nothing hesitant about it. She slides her fingers through my hair and pulls enough to make me groan. I bite her lower lip in return, controlled and wanting. She gasps into me. Her nails skim my scalp, and I swear I feel it in my spine.
My hand braces against the edge of the tub. I let her take the lead, but the need to touch, to claim, claws at my control.
I’ve wanted a moment like this. Just the two of us.
She’s all of ours. That’s never been a problem. I love watching them fuck her. Love knowing she can take all of us and still want more.
But the moments when I get her alone. When her sounds are just for me, and my hands are the only ones on her body. I live for that. I’m not wasting a second of it.
My arm wraps around her waist, and I tug her toward me. She comes willingly, legs straddling me as she slides into my lap. Her knees press against my sides beneath the water.
Her breasts skim my chest. My cock presses hard against her belly, caught between us. But I want her to fall apart first.
I kiss her again. Deeper this time. Tongue pushing past her lips while my hand slides down. I find her swollen folds between her thighs. My fingers slip easily through the slick gathered there.
She moans into my mouth as I push one finger inside. Her hips jerk. I curl just right, and she clenches down.
“Fuck,” she breathes, voice gone tight.
I add a second finger and grind the heel of my palm against her clit. She rocks into it and kisses me.
I swallow every sound she makes. Her breaths hitch. Her thighs shake around me. When her head tips back, mouth open, I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, biting softly beneath her ear while my fingers keep working her g-spot.
She’s close. I can feel it in the way she rides my hand, how her body locks onto every thrust. I drag my mouth to her jaw, then curl my free hand lightly around her throat, testing, waiting. She doesn’t flinch. Her breath catches. The second I add a little pressure, her pussy clamps down and she comes harder than I’ve ever felt.
She doesn’t give me a chance to pull my hand away. Her mouth crashes back to mine, all need and hunger. She pushes me back against the tub wall, straddling me fully. I’m still buried between her thighs when she reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock.
Frankie slams down onto me in one fluid motion, greedy and unrelenting, tight and hot and...fuck.
Her passage clenches. It feels like she’s trying to take me as deep as she can. My head falls back against the edge of the tub. No matter how many times I get to have her, it’s always incredible.
A moan breaks from her as her nails dig into my shoulders. Her thighs squeeze around me as she adjusts, grinding down with a frantic, hungry rhythm. My hands brace on the sides of the tub. “Jesus, Kie.”
“You’re so deep, Lo.” She fucks me hard, dragging her pussy over every inch. The water churns, steam rising between our bodies as she moves.
I watch her. Her head tipped back. Breasts bouncing with every movement.
She plants her hand beside my head, mouth brushing mine.
She watches where we connect, pupil blown. “You’re close. Your knot’s gotten so big, it might not fit.”
I breathe out through clenched teeth. “Trust me, it’ll fit.” I thrust up into her, pressing it against her opening.
Her breath hitches. “Logan...”
My hands find her hips and I take over, lifting her and thrusting up hard enough to make her cry out.
I grip harder and drive up into her again. “Is this what you wanted?”
She grabs my face, kisses me hard, then pulls back just enough to growl, “Harder. I want all of it.”
I fuck her deep and fast. Her pussy ripples around me. She’s getting close.
Both hands clamp down on my shoulders. “I can feel your knot,” she breathes. “Logan... please...”
I grip her ass, locking her in place as my knot stretches her opening until she takes it all with apop, encasing me fully in her heat.
