Page 30 of Tempting Frankie
“That's it,” I murmur, holding her steady. “You're so fucking gorgeous when you let go.”
I grip Francesca's wrist, pulling her fingers from her dripping pussy. She whimpers at the loss, her hips still rocking slightly. I bring her hand to my mouth, sucking her fingers between my lips. My tongue swirls around each digit, lapping up every last drop of her sweet nectar.
“You taste divine,” I growl, releasing her fingers with a wet pop. Her eyes are blown wide with lust as she watches me in the mirror.
I spin her to face me, my hands gripping her hips possessively. “Now be a good girl and get on your knees,” I command, my voice low and gravelly. “I want that pretty little mouth wrapped around Daddy’s cock.”
Francesca sinks to her knees, her hands already reaching for my belt. I stop her, gripping her chin and tilting her face up to mine.
“Eyes on the mirror, sweetheart,” I remind her. “I want you to watch yourself suck my cock like the good little slut you are.”
She nods, turning her head to see the mirror as her nimble fingers work, opening my belt and fly. I groan as she frees my rock-hard dick, the cool air trying to battle with the heat of her breath ghosting over my sensitive skin.
“That's it,” I encourage as she wraps her hand around my thick shaft. “Now put me in your mouth. Show me how badly you want to taste me.”
Francesca's pink tongue darts out, licking a stripe up the underside of my cock before wrapping her lips around the head. I hiss in pleasure, my hand tangling in her dark waves.
“Fuck, that's good,” I growl, watching her hollowed cheeks in the mirror as she sucks me deeper. “Take more. I know you can.”
She moans around my length, sending vibrations shooting through my body as she takes me deeper. Her eyes are locked on her reflection, watching as my cock disappears inch by inch between her stretched lips.
“Such a good little cocksucker,” I praise, my hips starting to rock gently. “You love having your mouth stuffed full of me, don't you?”
Francesca nods as best she can with her mouth full, her eyes watering as she takes me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I groan, my grip tightening in her hair. “That's it, baby. Take it all.”
I start to fuck her mouth in earnest, my eyes glued to our reflection. The sight of my shaft sliding in and out of her perfect pout, her tear-streaked cheeks, and the way she bounces with each thrust is almost enough to make me lose control.
I can see the moment she really takes in the sight. Her pupils dilate further, a muffled moan vibrating around my length.
“That's right, sweetheart. You were made for this. Made to take Daddy’s dick like the good fucking girl you are.”
I start to move my hips, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts.
I thrust deeper, reveling in the obscene, wet sounds of Francesca's throat as she struggles to take all of me. “Listen to those filthy noises your mouth makes,” I growl. “Your throat is the perfect little cum dumpster, isn't it?”
Her eyes water as I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn't look away from the mirror. Good girl.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hips snapping forward.
I slide one of my Italian leather loafers between her spread thighs. “Keep those pretty eyes on the mirror,” I command. “I want you to see what a filthy girl you are.”
Francesca moans around my length as I press my foot against her dripping pussy. I can feel her wetness soaking through the expensive leather, but I don't care. All that matters is the exquisite suction of her mouth and the debauched image reflected back at us.
“Fuck, that's it,” I groan, my pace becoming erratic. “Get ready to swallow every drop. I'm going to flood that pretty little throat.”
Francesca moans, her hips grinding against my shoe as I use her mouth ruthlessly. Spit and pre-cum dribble down her chin, making a mess of her face and chest. The sight only spurs me on.
“So needy,” I taunt. “Humping my shoe while I use your throat.”
Tears streak her cheeks as I bottom out, holding her head in place. Her throat spasms deliciously around me.
With a guttural groan, I explode down her throat. Thick ropes of cum paint her insides as I empty myself into her eager mouth. Her throat works overtime to swallow it all, but I can see a bit escaping the corners of her lips.
Francesca's throat works furiously as I hold her in place. “Swallow every drop,” I growl, watching her struggle to take it all.
I slowly pull back, savoring the sight of my cock slipping from between her swollen lips. Glistening strands of saliva and cum stretch between us, clinging to her mouth and my still-twitching shaft. Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, tears and makeup streaking her flushed cheeks.
