Page 31 of Tempting Frankie
“So beautiful like this,” I murmur, using my thumb to wipe a stray drop from the corner of her mouth. “My dirty little cocksucker, covered in my cum.”
Francesca's eyes are hazy with lust as she looks up at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. I groan at the sight, my spent cock giving a valiant twitch.
“Look at yourself, sweetheart. What a mess I've made of you.”
Her reflection stares back at us, lips swollen and glistening, mascara smeared beneath her eyes. I trail my fingers down her throat, feeling it work as she swallows the last traces of my release.
“Exquisite,” I murmur against her ear. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
Francesca tries to speak, but her voice comes out as a hoarse croak. I press a finger to her swollen lips.
“Shh, pretty girl. No need for words right now.”
I glance down, noticing the glistening trail on my expensive Italian leather. “Well, would you look at that,” I muse, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Looks like a snail crawled all over my shoe.”
Francesca's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson as she follows my gaze. The leather is soaked with her arousal, proof of how worked up she'd gotten while servicing my cock.
“Now, I think it's only fair you clean up the mess you've made, don't you?”
Without waiting for a response, I guide her down to her hands and knees. “Lick it clean, sweetheart. Every. Last. Drop.”
Francesca hesitates for just a moment before lowering her head. Her pink tongue darts out, lapping at the slick leather. I watch, mesmerized, as she works her way across the surface of my shoe, her ass raised high in the air.
“Taste yourself,” I growl, my hand coming down to rest on her lower back. “Show me how much you love the flavor of your own cunt.”
She moans, the vibrations traveling through my foot as she continues her task. I can't resist sliding my hand lower, moving over her ass until my fingers dip between her legs to find her pussy still dripping wet.
“You're soaked,” I hiss, easily slipping two fingers inside her tight heat. “Getting off on cleaning my shoe with your tongue, aren't you?”
I start to pump my fingers in and out of her needy center, matching the rhythm of her licking. Francesca whimpers, her hips rocking back against my hand as she continues to lap at my shoe.
“That's right, fuck yourself on my fingers,” I encourage, curling them to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. “Show me how badly you love this.”
Her movements become more frantic, her tongue working overtime to finish cleaning my shoe as she chases her release. I can feel her walls starting to flutter around my fingers, a sure sign she's close.
“Are you going to cum for me, sweetheart?” I taunt, increasing the pressure against her g-spot. “Going to squirt all over my hand while you lick your own pussy juice?”
Francesca nods frantically, her body trembling with need. I smirk, knowing exactly what she needs to push her over the edge.
“Then cum,” I command, bringing my free hand down hard on her ass.
She lets out a muffled scream against the leather of my shoe, her pussy clamping down on my fingers like a vise. I feel the gush of wetness coating my hand as she cums hard, her thighs trembling with the force of her orgasm.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. “Cumming so hard while you lap with that talented little tongue of yours.”
Francesca whimpers, her body still twitching with aftershocks.
I help her to her feet, steadying her as she sways slightly. Her legs are trembling, barely able to support her weight after the intensity of her orgasm. I pull her against me, one hand cupping her face while the other splays across her lower back.
“You don't need to say a word, baby. I can see how much you enjoyed that,” I say softly, my dominant tone replaced by a soothing timbre reserved only for her.
Francesca hesitates for a moment but obediently lifts her swollen and tear-stained eyes to meet mine. “I want you to know how incredible that was. How fucking sexy and undeniably filthy you looked on your knees for me.” I run my index finger along her swollen bottom lip, savoring the memory of it wrapped around my cock seconds ago. “You're insatiable, Frankie, and fuck me does it turn me on.”
A blush colors her cheeks as she lowers her gaze again, but not before I catch the glimmer of pride and satisfaction in her eyes. She thrives on praise as much as she does on degradation, and it sets my blood on fire.
My time with her is going to be worth every fucking penny.
Chapter 12
