Page 69 of Tempting Frankie
“Christ, you're tighter,” I growl, working my fingers in and out of her in tandem with my cock pounding her ass. “Imagine how it'll feel when I stuff my whole fist in here while I'm buried in your ass. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being stretched to your limits, completely at my mercy?”
“Yes,” she sobs, trembling beneath me.
I reach around to rub her clit roughly as I continue using her body. “Cum for me,” I command. “Cum with Daddy's cock buried in your asshole.”
I feel Francesca's body tense as her orgasm crashes over her. Her ass clenches around my cock like a vise, milking me for all I'm worth. The pulsing of her muscles sends me over the edge, and I roar as I empty inside her.
“Fuck,” I growl, grinding my hips against her ass as I pump rope after rope inside her.
When the last aftershocks fade, I slowly withdraw, watching in fascination as her abused hole gapes open. My cum starts toleak out almost immediately, pearling at her rim before dripping down toward her pussy.
I run my hands over the curve of her ass, admiring the way it jiggles slightly at my touch. “Such a pretty sight,” I murmur. “But I want to see more.”
I shift my position, pushing gently on her lower back. “Come on, pretty girl. Be a good little cum dump and push Daddy's load out. I want to watch it drip from your slutty hole.”
Francesca whimpers but obeys, bearing down. I watch, entranced, as a thick glob of my seed oozes from her ass. It clings for a moment before gravity takes over, pulling it down in a long, pearly strand.
“That's it,” I encourage, massaging her back to help her expel more of my cum. “Push it all out like a good girl. Show me how full I made you.”
The white cum drips down her thighs, mixing with the slickness from her pussy. It's the most erotic sight I've ever seen. My claimed territory, marked inside and out.
I carefully untie the intricate rope work, my fingers working deftly to loosen each knot. As the last rope falls away, Francesca slumps forward, her body going limp against the mattress. I run my hands over her skin, massaging away the marks left by the bindings.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “Just relax. Let Daddy take care of you now.”
My fingers trail lower, ghosting over the swell of her ass. I trace patterns through the mixture of cum and lube coating her skin, marveling at how fucking gorgeous she looks in this debauched state.
“Look at you,” I breathe reverently. “Fucked out and covered in my cum. You're so fucking beautiful like this.”
I lean down, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder blade. “You did so well for me, sweetheart. Such a good girl. Daddy's perfect fuckdoll.”
Francesca makes a soft, contented sound, turning her head to meet my gaze. Her eyes are hazy with post-orgasmic bliss, a dopey smile playing on her lips.
“I fucking love you,” I growl, overcome with emotion. “You have no idea how much you mean to me, Francesca.”
“Love you too, Daddy,” she slurs, voice hoarse from screaming.
I lean down to press a tender kiss to her shoulder blade. “Time to get my pretty girl all cleaned up,” I say. “Let's get you in a nice hot bath, hmm? Daddy's going to take such good care of you.”
I scoop her up in my arms, cradling her against my chest as I carry her to the bathroom. She nuzzles into my neck, placing lazy kisses along my jaw.
“You spoil me,” she mumbles.
“You deserve to be spoiled, sweetheart,” I reply, setting her gently on the counter while I start the bath. I add her favorite apple bubble bath, filling the room with soothing scents.
Once the tub is full, I lift Francesca and lower her into the steaming water. She sighs as the heat envelops her, tension melting from her muscles. I climb in behind her, pulling her back against my chest.
“Let Daddy take care of you,” I murmur, reaching for a soft washcloth. I take my time, reverently cleaning every inch of her body. I massage shampoo into her scalp, working out the tangles in her hair. My touch is gentle now, a contrast to the bruising grip I had on her earlier.
“You're so fucking perfect,” I tell her, pressing kisses to her damp skin. “So beautiful, so strong. I love taking care of you like this.”
Francesca leans back, tilting her head to capture my lips in a lazy kiss. “Mm, and I love letting you,” she murmurs.
We soak until the water starts to cool, trading soft kisses and gentle caresses. When Francesca starts to prune, I help her out of the tub, wrapping her in a fluffy towel.
I change the sheets quickly, tossing the soiled ones in the hamper. Then I scoop up my drowsy girl and lay her gently on the fresh bedding. Climbing in beside her, I pull Francesca half on top of me, reveling in the feel of her soft curves pressed against my body.
She nuzzles into my chest with a contented sigh, her eyelids heavy. I run my fingers through her damp hair, marveling at how fucking perfect she is. My heart swells with an overwhelming rush of emotion.
