Page 38 of Such a Sweet Girl

Letting go of her hands, I pulled the lace free, kissing her to swallow down her pleasure filled cries. Looping her tied hands around my neck, she melted against me, like a contracting, moaning pile of woman shaped putty.

I chased my orgasm, my balls tensing with the insane way her pussy clamped down on my cock.

'Fill me,' she pleaded, the desperate words sending waves of pleasure into me.

I threw her down onto the bed, moving behind her and lining myself up with her wet little cunt, pink from the vigorous fucking.

'You're so fucking wet, baby girl. Such a perfect mess for me. Your pussy all pink and puffy and just waiting for a hot load of my cum.'

'Yes,' she moaned into the bedsheets, wriggling her round ass to tempt me.

I didn't need any more convincing.

My eyes rolled as I slid into her, heat enveloping my painfully erect cock.

'Fuckkkkk. Frankie. You feel so damn good.'

Each harsh thrust made her yelp, her ass pushing back to welcome the ragged strokes.

'I'm going to come. To fill you up sweet girl. This cunt is mine.'

Movement caught my eye, the door opening as Nick stumbled into frame.

Shit.

'What the fuck?' he demanded. 'What the fuck are you doing?'

I didn't miss a stroke. Francesca's back tensed at his intrusion, but she gave a heady moan as I continued to fuck her roughly.

'I'm fucking my girl.'

'Your girl? She was mine. What kind of loser goes after his son's girlfriend?' His voice was high and whiny. Guilt nipped at me, but I knew he deserved this.

'Get out,' I growled. 'She wasneveryour girl.'

The door slammed as he retreated, and I gripped Frankie's hips tightly, losing myself in those last blissful strokes before finishing.

As I came, I pinned her to the bed beneath me, kissing her languidly on the back of the neck.

'Mine,' I groaned. 'All. Fucking. Mine.'

I didn't stop the erratic jerks of my hips until I'd given her every last drop.

'Should we have stopped?' she murmured into the sheets.

'No. He stole enough of your pleasure. You owe him nothing.' Pulling free from her, I rolled her over and kissed her, taking my time to relish in her sweet mouth. To make sure she was okay before I had to deal with Nick. 'You haven't done anything wrong, Francesca. He's an idiot.'

Though I wasn't free from guilt. From the moment I'd seen Francesca, I'd worked to steal her from my son. Yes, he didn't deserve her, but I likely didn't either.

Nick stood in his bedroom, shoving clothes into a rucksack, haste and anger driving him.

His anger took me somewhat by surprise. It was the most I’d seen him react to anything in years.

‘You didn’t care about her,’ I said, leaning against the frame. Despite my assurance that he truly didn’t deserve her, it still broke my heart to have his rage directed at me. ‘Why are you so mad?’

‘Mom always said you’d let me down.’

‘Let you down? Fuck, Nick. I’ve tried everything to keep our relationship going.’

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