Page 79 of Wanted

“Mm – fuck, hmm. Yes.”

Just hearing her swear sends a rush of arousal to my cock. It juts hard and obscene between my legs. I pull my hand away to rub her slickness against me, giving myself two steady strokes before returning to work her cunt.

I lick her and drive my middle finger inside. The sounds of my finger fucking her fills the small bathroom, revealing to us both how wet she is. She moans and fists my hair, pulling my mouth tighter against her as she grinds herself against my tongue.

She tightens around me, and I surge to my feet, taking her mouth again as I slip my fingers out.

A protesting whimper goes straight to my cock.

“You’re going to come for the first time with me, you’re going to do it on my cock.”

“Ungh, hurry, Jude.”

Pulling her flush against my side, I turn on the shower and hike her up my torso. Frankie wraps her legs around my waist, and her plastic-wrapped cast anchors her around my shoulders. My mouth finds hers again as I wait for the water to warm.

She attacks me with an unexpected fervor. The heat of her cunt against my stomach warms the spot. She grinds against me, seeking relief for the ache between her thighs. She flexes her hips and slides higher in my hold.

My dick touches her slick lips, and I come undone. I shove back the curtain with a stifled roar. The plastic rings snap and fly around the room as the curtain and rod crash to the bathroom floor. Avoiding the mess, I step into the shower, pressing Frankie’s back against the tiles. Hot water cascades around us, a shocking contrast to the rain from an hour ago.

I find her hot center again, and she buries her face in my neck.

“Please,” she begs, flexing her ass to ride my fingers. “Please, I need you.”

Trading my fingers for my cock, I brace her against my chest, and in one slick thrust, I drive home.

For one split second, sparks of pure pleasure pulse beneath my skin.

And then…

Frankie’s entire body tenses. The falling water and her mouth against my neck muffle her cry of pain. The stifled whimper breaks through my senses, tearing at what’s left of my heart.

No.

Fuck.

“No, Frankie, baby, no.” An agonized snarl drips from my lips. My lungs forget how to work. “You were a virgin?”

She shivers and nods her head in my neck. Ragged breaths lift her back in my hold.

Droplets spray around us as I repeatedly slam my open fist against the wet tiles, the resounding smack loud above the shower.

"You should have told me," I grit out, grinding my pelvis against her, letting her adjust to my size. "I would have been gentle."

Frankie pulls her face from me, looking at me head-on despite the fact we still can’t see through the thick darkness. Her wet fingertips stroke my stubbled cheek. "I don't want gentle. I just want you, Jude, just as you are. Your rough edges don't scare me."

“You deserve better than this,” I murmur hoarsely, dropping my forehead against hers. My shoulders heave with labored breaths.

“This is exactly how I wanted it. With you.” Perfect words drip from her lips before she presses them to mine again.

The agony of hurting her bleeds free, swirling down the drain with the rest of the filth we rinse away. My hips cant into her, picking up speed as she gasps and moans in my mouth.

“What about my mouth on your clit?” My thrusts punctuate my words. “Was that your first time for that too?”

“Yes.” She tilts her head back as I suck on her neck.

“And my fingers?”

“Only you, Jude.”

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