Page 97 of Craving Francesca

I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of her body, but it was the confidence in that walk that had taken me out at the knees.Thiswas the woman I’d lost my head over. This brash, loud, take-no-prisoners woman.

Dropping my hands to grip her ass, I rose from the chair and carried her over to the bed. I dropped her onto it, and she laughed, her eyes bright. I froze for a second, taking her in. Just the knowledge that she didn’t have to go into work and face that fucker had lifted the weight off her shoulders. It was so obvious.

Reaching out, I gripped her shorts, and she lifted her hips to help me pull them off.

“Now yours,” she said huskily, folding her hands behind her head as she let one leg fall wide. The view was spectacular.

My mouth watered as I tore off my shirt and yanked at my jeans. The moment I’d shoved them off, Frankie was there, one hand wrapping around my cock, the other cradling my balls. I jerked. Shit, that felt good.

“On the bed,” she ordered, scooting back on her knees.

She let go of me only long enough for me to lay down on my back, then she was climbing on top of me, her ass resting on my chest as she bent and pulled me into her mouth.

My head fell back against the pillows as I hissed, reaching for her hips.

The suction on my cock was so strong that my hands shook as I pressed her forward a little, tilting her hips toward me. Her pussy peeked out, glossy and wet.

She rubbed her tongue across the head, paying attention to the tip, and I groaned, yanking her hips toward my face. My cock popped out of her mouth, and she let out a little sound of surprise as I positioned her over my lips.

She was a mixture of salty and sweet that I couldn’t get enough of, her pussy already weeping when I shoved my tongue inside her as far as I could. She fisted my cock as she ground down onto my face, and I shuddered as she leaned back down and pulled me back into her mouth. Pulling away, I gasped and found her clit with my tongue, pressing lightly and then harder as she sucked me deeper.

I sure as hell wasn’t going to come before she did.

Wrapping my lips around her clit, I sucked, tapping it with my tongue as I slid one thumb and then the other inside her, the rest of my fingers digging into her ass cheeks.

She came hard, jerking and moaning around my cock. When she’d barely recovered, her mouth moved more frantically on my cock. I hit the back of her throat. She whimpered as I ran my tongue over her, cleaning her up and reveling in the taste.

I jerked in surprise as she pulled away, then stiffened, my jaw clenching as she pulled one of my balls into her mouth and laved it with her tongue. Two fingers pressed against the spot just behind, and my hips involuntarily jerked off the bed.

“I’m going to come, baby,” I rasped, reaching down to fist my hand in her hair as my balls pulled up tight.

Carefully, she shifted her body off of mine as she pulled her mouth away. Her eyes were bright as she turned to face me, her legs splayed wide as she straddled my thighs.

“Do you have a condom?” she rasped, her hand idly jerking my cock.

“Pocket of my jeans.”

Letting go, she leaned down over the side of the bed, her perfect ass jutting toward the ceiling. When she came back up, she was holding the packet in her hand.

“Put it on me,” I ordered softly, reaching for her.

When she’d settled over my thighs, I watched as she tore open the packaging and carefully rolled it down my cock. Seconds later, she’d positioned herself above me and was inching down.

It was fuckingagony.

I wanted to hurry her along, help her get there, but this was her show. After the shit she’d dealt with before, my hands weren’t going anywhere near that condom. Instead, I brushed my hands against her nipples, ran my fingers through her hair, ran my hands gently down her sides. By the time she’d taken me fully inside her, I was sweating and so close to blowing that I was trying and failing to think of anything else.

Her hand slid between her legs, and her fingers brushed against me as she rubbed circles over her clit. I barely made it until she was pulsing around me, and then I finally let go.

Frankie collapsed on my chest and lifted her hips up and away until I wasn’t inside her anymore.

“I forgot it could be like that,” she mumbled against my neck, sliding to my side. Her thigh shifted over my belly, and her hand rested over my heart.

“It’s never been like that,” I corrected, trying to catch my breath.

“I don’t know,” she mused. “It was pretty good the first time.”

“Excellent the first time,” I agreed, my lips pressed against her forehead. “Even better this time.”

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