Page 241 of Heart of Frost and Scars

Leo and Kody grind their hands against their cocks. I try to watch them simultaneously, taking in the entire view.

“Focus on him, love.” Leo drops his head back, watching me down the length of his nose as he pleasures himself. “We’ll get our turn.”

I can’t believe this is happening.

We’re together. Finally. And nothing is going to tear us apart again.

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Monty

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Seeing Frankie kneeling before me is a dream, one I fantasized about for fourteen months. Just looking at her excites me. Christ, I might come before she even touches me.

She licks her lips, igniting a fresh spike of need.

Stretching up my body, she goes to work on my shirt, frees each button, and spreads open the edges to expose my body to her rapacious gaze.

Biting her lip, she smooths her hands across my chest, caresses my twitching pecs, traces the valleys between my abdominal muscles, and follows the trail of hair to the base of my throbbing, leaking hard-on.

“Don’t stop,” I rasp.

Her eyes fly up to meet mine, her pupils blown and lips parted.

Then she wraps a hand around my cock.

Fucking God, she’s doing it. She’s fucking touching me.

I let my eyelids fall, isolating the glorious sensation.

She knows how to grip me, squeezing just beneath the head with perfect pressure, exactly how I like it.

Sinking deeper into the couch, I groan as she tugs and strokes me from root to tip.

It’s heaven. It’s hell. I want to grab her head, shove into her mouth, and fuck her throat until I’m empty. But she’s in a trance, a haze of mindless temptation, seduced by the heat of us, by the electric, molten reawakening of us.

The heavy breathing on either side of me grows louder, faster, as Leo and Kody watch. From what I read in her journal, this is Leo’s kink. A voyeur’s delight. He rubs his dick with vigor, his gaze glued to the motion of her hand as I leak all over her soft, delicate fingers.

Frankie is my kink. Everything about her makes me wildly, feverishly aroused.

Slowly, I bend forward, shaving away the gap between our mouths. I lean down. She leans up. We meet in the middle, and our lips collide, crashing like two powerful waves.

The kiss is sudden and intense, fire meeting gasoline, a hurricane making landfall. The earth shakes beneath us.

My hands possess her gorgeous figure, hauling her off the pillow and yanking her tightly against my chest. I gently clasp her graceful neck, gliding my thumb along her throat as her silky tongue chases and licks mine.

With her body draped between my legs and her hand around my cock, I thrust into her fist and shove my tongue in her mouth like a horny, inexperienced teenager.

And she moans for me.

Her desire elevates me. Her beauty humbles me. I bathe in her sensual radiance.

I grip her even closer, licking every recess and corner of her mouth, reacquainting myself with her sweet, sinful taste.

Easing back, she returns her knees to the pillow. Gripping the waistband of my briefs, she shimmies the fabric down my thighs until she has access to my heavy sac. Her hand cradles it, massaging my balls until I’m arching and lifting my hips with my cock bobbing in the air.

She captures me, her fingers curled around the root. Then she lowers her head and sucks the crown.

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