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I can't help but smirk at Francesca's dazed expression. Her legs are shaking, pussy still quivering from that intense orgasm. But even freshly fucked, she's still got that spark in her.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” I taunt, admiring the sight of my cum dripping down her thighs. “Or did I fuck some sense into that pretty head of yours?”
Francesca's eyes narrow. “You wish, old man,” she pants. “I've had better.”
I growl, grabbing her hips roughly. My fingers dig into her soft flesh as I spin her around to face me. “Is that so?” I snarl. “Guess I'll have to try harder next time.”
She opens her mouth, no doubt to spew more bratty bullshit. But I've had enough of her smart mouth. I scoop up some of my cum from her dripping pussy, then shove my fingers between those plump lips.
“Suck,” I command, pressing down on her tongue.
Francesca's eyes go wide, but she doesn't fight it. Her lips close around my fingers as she starts to suck, tongue swirling to clean off every drop of us.
“That's it,” I growl, pumping my fingers in and out of her mouth. “Taste how good we are together. How perfectly your pussy takes my cock.”
She moans around my fingers, cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder. I can feel my spent cock already twitching with renewed interest.
“Such a good little cocksucker,” I praise, adding a third finger. Francesca gags slightly but takes it like a champ. “Maybe next time I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock instead. Would you like that, pretty girl? To choke on Daddy's dick?”
I pull my fingers from her mouth with a wet pop. Francesca gasps for air, lips swollen and shiny with spit. Before she can catch her breath, I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss.
Our first fucking kiss.
I cup her face, angling her head to deepen the kiss. My other hand tangles in her hair, gripping tight. She moans into my mouth, her tongue battling against mine.
I devour her mouth like a starving man, savoring the taste of us. Francesca melts against me, her soft curves molding to my hard body.
“Fuck,” I growl against her lips. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
Chapter 6
Francesca
My head's spinning as I try to process what just happened. Holy shit. I just fucked my ex's dad. And not just fucked—I let him raw dog me, called him Daddy, and took his load. What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
I can feel the rest of Alexander's cum leaking out of me, trickling down my inner thighs. My pussy's still throbbing, that delicious ache reminding me how thoroughly I've been fucked. God, it was so good. No—stop it, Frankie. This is so fucked up.
“I can see those wheels turning, pretty girl,” Alexander growls, his grip tightening on my hips. “Don't you dare start overthinking this.”
He must see the panic in my eyes because suddenly he's scooping me up into his arms. I yelp, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Put me down!” I protest, squirming in his grip. “I'm too heavy. You'll hurt yourself.”
His eyes flash dangerously. “What the fuck did you just say?”
I freeze, realizing my mistake too late. “I…I just meant...”
“You think you're too heavy for me to carry?” he growls, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. “Is that what Cameron told you? That you're too much to handle?”
I bite my lip, shame and arousal warring inside me. “N—no, I just...”
“Listen to me,” Alexander snarls, pressing me against the wall. His cock, thick and heavy, grinds against my sensitive core. “You're perfect. Every fucking curve, every soft inch of you. And I'm going to worship every bit of it until you believe me.”
My pussy clenches at his possessive tone, even as my brain screams that this is all kinds of fucked up. “This is insane,” I mutter, more to myself than him. “We can't?—”
Cutting me off, he captures my mouth in another kiss. I moan, melting against him as his tongue invades my mouth. Fuck, how is he already getting me ready to go again?
“We can do whatever the fuck we want,” he murmurs against my lips. “Let Daddy take care of you.”
