Francesca is rubbing herself on me, and I clench my teeth to keep from slamming into her. My pulse is out of control, beating quickly and erratically. Beads of sweat form on my forehead as I struggle to maintain control.
“Wake up, Frankie.”
Her eyes snap open.
As they do, I plunge into her, tip to root in one quick motion. Her mouth drops open as she gasps, and I feel her whole body tighten around me, sucking me farther inside of her.
I can’t—get enough.
A tormented groan escapes my lips. I can’t help it. She feels—in-fucking-credible.
Forcing my eyes to stay open despite wanting to squeeze them shut, I feel my toes curl as I adjust to being inside of her. I’m not going to last long at all—every second inside of her draws my orgasm closer. Every soft squeeze around my throbbing length feels like warm honey, sending sparks of pleasure clawing down my spine.
Three seconds—that’s all I have left.
“Oh, fuck,” she whines, opening wider for me.
And then she comes—a silent scream as she squeezes her eyes shut. Her cunt grips me hungrily, and she bucks her hips as she contracts over, and over, and over?—
I explode, a loud groan escaping my lips as my hips jerk and shudder. White spots appear in my vision as she pulls every single drop of cum out of me, and the room begins to swim. Sweet, pure ecstasy fills me, and I know I’llneverbe able to stop doing this. I’m completely careening off my axis, a dangerous slide into my new addiction. She’s my drug, and this? It’s fuckingheaven.I’ve never come like this—that I’ve been conscious of, at least.
When Francesca opens her eyes, they flick between mine as she tries to ascertain whether or not I’m awake.
I shift my hips slightly, and a guttural moan escapes her lips from the friction. I stare into her eyes, and she must realize I’m not asleep, because her expression goes from sated to panicked. She attempts to scoot up the bed, away from me.
“What are you?—”
I pull out of her, sit back on my knees, and flip her over by twisting her legs.
“Did I say I was done with you, Francesca?”
Lucky Devil
Frankie
Oh fuck.
I gasp as I fall face first onto the hotel room bed, and when Dante’s warm hands grip my hips, I whimper at the possessive way he holds me. Expecting to feel him drive into me, I stiffen when I hear him shift his head down to between my legs, feeling his hot breath near my opening.
“You don’t—we just—the smell?—”
He purrs from behind me—a low, steady, rumbling sound. “Do you think I care? If I want to eat your pussy, I want it to taste like a pussy. And we taste sofuckinggood together.”
Before I can fully digest his words, his tongue slides down my slit.
Holy fuck.
My arousal crystallizes into something sweet and agonizingly perfect as my whole body begins to shake. I’m still sensitive from coming, but Dante doesn’t care. He adds a finger, pushing his cum back inside of me as my muscles jump and twitch. Goosebumps erupt along my skin, and I let my eyes fall closed as he works another finger inside of me. I’m so far gone with the feeling of his tongue from that angle and his rough, callousedfingers inside of me that it takes me a second to ascertain what he’s muttering against my vulva in a deep, low tenor.
“Such a good fucking girl. So ripe for me. You take my cum so well. That’s it, suck it back up. I want you pregnant before the week is up.”
I gasp at the last line, feeling my body go still as he continues to play with me.
“What?” I ask, feeling dizzy with something close to… pleasure? Satisfaction?
What the hell is happening?
“No more pretending,” he murmurs, inserting another finger inside of me. His free hand grips my left hip and his nails claw into my skin. “No more lies.” He slows down, and I feel him scoot back as he pulls his fingers out of me.
