Page 40 of Tempting Frankie
Grinning, I slide the ice along her slit. Francesca yelps, her hips bucking off the bed.
“Holy shit!” she cries out.
I smirk at Francesca's reaction, loving how responsive she is. Without warning, I slip the ice cube into her pussy, reveling in her shocked gasp.
“Fuck, Alexander!” she cries out, her back arching off the bed.
I pause, pulling back slightly. “What was that?” I ask, arching a brow.
Francesca's forehead crinkles, confusion lining her face before realization dawns. “Oh, fu?—”
My hand comes down on her pussy with a sharp slap, cutting off her words and making her cry out in surprise. Her hips jerk, but I hold her steady.
“Try again,” I order, my voice firm.
“Daddy!” she gasps, her voice breathy and urgent. “I meant Daddy!”
“That's better,” I say, my tone softening.
I work the melting cube in and out of her cunt, my fingers following close behind. The contrast of cold ice and my warm digits has her tugging at her restraints.
“That's it, baby girl,” I growl. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”
I scissor my fingers, stretching her tight pussy as I fuck her with the ice. Her inner walls clench around me, so hot compared to the rapidly melting cube. Juices and water drip down my hand, soaking into the sheets below.
Francesca's moans grow louder, more desperate. Her hips buck wildly, chasing the sensation. Just as she nears the edge, I pull my fingers out, leaving her empty and wanting.
“No!” she whines, frustration evident in her voice. “Please, Daddy, I need more!”
I chuckle darkly, leaning over her trembling body. My breath ghosts across her soaked pussy lips as I speak.
“Oh, I know you do, little one. But first...”
I blow a stream of hot air directly onto her clit. Francesca keens, her whole body shuddering at the sudden change in temperature.
“Fuck!” she cries out. “Oh god, please!”
I continue teasing her with alternating puffs of hot air and ice, watching her pussy flutter and clench around nothing. Her clit swells further, peeking out, begging for attention.
An idea forms in my mind, wicked and delicious. I trace my fingers along her slit, gathering her wetness before bringing them to her lips.
“Suck,” I command.
Francesca eagerly takes my fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the digits as she tastes herself. I groan at the sight, my cock throbbing painfully.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now tell me, how many different things do you think you could take in this little pussy?”
Francesca whimpers around my fingers, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder. When I pull them free, she licks her lips before answering.
“I—I don't know, Daddy,” she pants. “However many you want to give me.”
I grin, pleased with her response. “That's right, baby girl. This pussy belongs to me, doesn't it? I can fill it with whatever I want.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moans. “It's yours. I'm yours. Please, fill me up!”
My mind races with possibilities. The vibrator in the nightstand or the collection of dildos in the wardrobe.
I consider my options, eyeing Francesca's glistening pussy. How many fingers could she take? The thought of stretching her wide makes me giddy. Fuck, I want to fist her. To feel her greedy little cunt swallow my entire hand.
