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“I didn’t tell you to touch yourself.” Instantly, she removes her hand. I can see her glistening fingers and just knowing she was fucking herself makes me even hornier. I keep thrusting her head down while jacking my hips up so I can fuck her mouth fully. I want her lips to hurt, I want her eyes to cry because she can’t bear this anymore. I want her to beg for mercy, but I won’t give it to Frankie. “You look amazing.” She tilts her head back, and I’m gifted with all my desires. Tears are streaking down her face, while she silently begs for a reprieve. “Hold my cum in your mouth.” I thrust up once again, my cum erupting into her mouth.

She gags and chokes, ribbons of my cum spilling out of the side of her mouth.

“What a waste.” I use my finger to wipe it off her chin, then pull my cock out of her mouth. She has a mouthful of my cum, and I wipe my finger across her neck. Marking her.

“Get upstairs, strip, and get whichever vibrator from my bedside table you want. I want it in your cunt, but don’t turn it on. Don’t you dare swallow though.”

Frankie moves like her ass is on fire.

I zip myself up and take a second to regain my breath. I stand and walk over to the drink cabinet to pour myself another drink before I head upstairs to watch my woman fuck a toy. God, she sends me fucking crazy.

Once I reach the bedroom, she’s on the bed, legs spread out, her mouth slightly open with my cum still in it. The vibrator is inside her, and she’s frantically trying to get the right friction from it. “Don’t you look beautiful?” Her eyes darken as she watches me walk to the end of the bed and cast my gaze all over her now-naked body. “You can swallow.”

She does and releases a groan. “I need to come.”

I tap my finger to my lip. “Should I let you turn that on?”

“Yes!” she screams.

“On your knees.” She moves her body so she’s on her knees. “Good. Now, let me.” I hold the vibrator and turn it on. Frankie grabs onto my shoulders and swivels so she can find her release. She hangs her head while small appreciative groans escape her freshly fucked lips. “Eyes on me while you fuck the vibrator.” She lifts her head and keeps eye contact with me. “That’s it.”

Frankie’s eyes darken, her brows draw in and her jaw sets. “I can’t hold it.”

“Give it to me.”

She releases a cry as her body shakes with pleasure. I love watching how hard she comes. I keep the vibrator going, and within only a minute, she comes again. “No more,” she begs.

“You can give me one more.” I turn the vibrator up, and add my thumb to her clit. She wraps her arms around my neck, dragging me to be close to her while she rides the wave toward a third orgasm.

“I can’t,” she begs.

“You already are.” I flick her clit, sending her into a spiral of a third orgasm. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper in her ear as I hold her quivering body against mine. I remove the vibrator and throw it to the side, then lay Frankie down on the bed. I cover us with the bedding, as I hold her against my body.

Frankie easily falls into a deep sleep, while my mind is overwhelmed with something I never thought I ever wanted.

I want Frankie DeLuca.

For now, and forever.

Chapter 31

Frankie

My eyes slowly open and I find myself wrapped around Miller. I kiss his chest before pushing off the bed and stretching. “It’s Saturday, get back in bed,” he says with a croaky voice.

“No can do, I’ve got work.” There’s a tightness in my shoulders and I try to roll them. “What did you do to me last night?”

“Nothing you didn’t want.”

I turn and offer him a smirk. “Smart-ass.” I saunter into the walk-in closet to get ready for the day.

“I think you should climb back here, and let me fuck you.”

I pop my head out of the closet to see the tent forming around his cock. I arch a brow and snicker. “Nah, not at the moment.”

Miller chuckles. “I could make you.”

I keep dressing. “I’d like to see you try.” Although, my inner slut awakens when he becomes commanding. Something about the way he treats my body, like I’m a fuck-toy, just sends me crazy. And when he brings the pain...chef’s fucking kiss. I walk out to see Miller sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. “Who do I have to kill?”

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