Page 12 of Tempting Frankie
A shiver runs through her body, and I grin. She can deny it all she wants, but her body knows what it needs.
“You're a bastard,” Francesca snarls, but I can hear the tremor in her voice.
“Maybe so,” I agree, nipping at her earlobe. “But I'm the bastard who's going to make you come harder than you ever have before.”
With that, I thrust two fingers deep into her dripping center. Francesca cries out, her inner walls clenching around me.
“That's it, baby,” I praise, pumping my fingers in and out of her slick opening.
“I hate you,” she whimpers, but her hips buck against my hand.
Pulling my fingers out, I spin her around, bending her over the nearby table. Francesca yelps as I flip up her hem, exposing that perfect ass. “Liar,” I laugh, bringing my hand down hard on one cheek. The crack of skin on skin is music to my ears. “Your cunt says otherwise.”
I spread her ass cheeks to expose her dripping pussy. “Fuck, look at you,” I groan, running a finger through her. “So wet and ready for my cock.”
Francesca moans, arching her back as I tease her entrance. “Please,” she whimpers, all that bratty defiance crumbling.
“Please what?” I demand, circling her hole with my thumb. “Tell me what you want, Francesca.”
“Please fuck me,” Francesca whimpers, pushing back against my hand.
I chuckle darkly. “Didn’t you say no to me? That you wouldn’t fuck me? That you didn’t want me? So that’s good enough, sweetheart. I want to hear you beg for my cock.”
She lets out a frustrated groan. “Fuck you, Alexander. I'm not your puppet.”
I bring my hand down hard on her ass again, relishing her sharp cry. “Wrong answer, brat. Try again and that’s not my fucking name.”
Francesca's entire body shudders, but she stays silent. Stubborn little thing. I slide two fingers into her dripping cunt again, pumping slowly.
“Come on, baby,” I croon. “Tell me how badly you want it. How you've been dreaming of my cock stretching you open?”
She bites her lip, fighting back a moan. “You...you're not that special,” she pants. “Your son fucked me first, remember? Like father, like son. Bet you're just as disappointing.”
White-hot rage floods my veins. I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. “Watch your fucking mouth,” I snarl. “I'll ruin you.”
Francesca laughs breathlessly. “Prove it, old man. Or are you all talk?”
That does it. I unzip my pants, freeing my cock. Without warning, I slam into her to the hilt.
Francesca screams, her pussy clenching around me like a vise. “Fuck!” she gasps. “So big...”
I start pounding into her, setting a brutal pace. “This what you wanted, you mouthy girl?” I growl, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. “To be fucked like the whore you are?”
She moans, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Yes! Fuck, don't stop!”
I reach around to rub her clit, feeling her pussy flutter around my cock. “That's it, take it all,” I pant. “Show me how much better Daddy fucks you than his son.”
Francesca comes with a wail, her whole body shaking. I fuck her through it, chasing my own release. The table creaks beneath us as I pound into her tight pussy.
“Gonna breed this tight cunt,” I groan. “Mark you as mine.”
She whimpers, oversensitive but still pushing back against me. “Do it,” she gasps. “Come inside me,Daddy.”
That does it. With a roar, I bury myself to the hilt, flooding her with my cum. Francesca moans, milking every last drop from my pulsing cock.
I stay buried inside her for a long moment, both of us panting. Finally, I pull out, admiring the sight of my cum leaking from her well-fucked hole.
“Still think I'm disappointing?” I smirk, giving her ass a light smack.
