Page 43 of Tempting Frankie
Fuck, my pussy. I've never felt so stretched, so utterly wrecked. It throbs and pulses, empty now without Alexander's fist filling me. I'm dripping wet and can feel it pooling beneath me on the sheets.
The mattress shifts as Alexander straddles me. His weight settles on my stomach, heavy balls resting against my skin. My skin tightens painfully, desperate for his touch.
“Please,” I whimper, voice hoarse from screaming just moments ago. “Use me, Daddy. I need it.”
I can sense him looming over me. His cock brushes against my breast, rock hard and leaking. I arch up, desperate for more contact.
I never expected to be the type to submit wholly to a man, but it's what I was always desperately searching for. I couldn’t put a name or feel for it until he showed me. I don’t know if I would have ever found it if it wasn’t for him.
I hold all the power.
“Such a greedy little slut,” he growls. “Haven't I given you enough already?”
I shake my head frantically. “Never enough. Please, I want to make you feel good. Want to be your perfect pretty fucktoy.”
Alexander groans, his hips rocking slightly. His cock slides between my breasts, leaving a trail of pre-cum.
“That's it,” I encourage. “Fuck my boobs. Cum all over me. Mark me as yours.”
He shifts position, strong hands gripping my breasts and squeezing them together around his shaft. I moan at the pressure, arching into his touch.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Alexander grunts, starting to thrust. “So soft and warm. Perfect for my cock.”
I wish I could see his face, watch as he uses my body for his pleasure. But being blindfolded does its own little thing for me. The silky-smooth glide of his cock between my breasts. The way his fingers dig into my soft flesh, sure to leave bruises. His ragged breathing and low groans of pleasure.
“Yes,” I moan. “Use me. I'm your little fucktoy, your cum dump. Please.”
Alexander's thrusts speed up, growing more erratic. I can feel the tension in his body. I know he's close.
“Where do you want it, baby girl?” he growls. “Where should Daddy paint that pretty skin?”
I whine, torn between options. Finally, I beg, “My face, please. I want to wear your cum like a crown.”
Alexander groans, his hips stuttering. “Fuck, you're my dirty girl. Gonna cover that pretty face.”
He pulls back, and I feel the head of his cock brush against my lips. Eagerly, I part them, darting my tongue out to taste him.
“Open wide,” he commands.
I obey instantly, opening my mouth wide and sticking out my tongue. Alexander's cock brushes against it with each thrust, leaving a salty taste behind. God, I want more. I strain against my bonds, desperate to lean forward and take him fully.
His hips speed up, fucking my tits faster. The head of his cock pokes against my tongue on each pass, teasing me with fleeting tastes. I moan wantonly, trying to catch more of him in my mouth.
“Please,” I beg between thrusts. “Let me suck you. I need it.”
Alexander chuckles darkly. “No, little one. You're going to be a good girl and take what I give you.”
I whimper in frustration but don't argue. My nipples ache from the friction as he uses my body to get himself off. I can feel how close he is, his cock swelling and twitching against my skin.
“Fuck, I'm gonna cum,” Alexander grunts.
“Yes!” I cry out. “Mark me, claim me. I need it so bad.”
With a final, guttural groan, Alexander cums. The first splash hits my cheek, hot and thick. More follows, coating my lips, my nose, my forehead. It drips down my chin, pooling in the hollow of my throat.
I moan in ecstasy, reveling in the feeling of being marked, claimed. My tongue darts out, licking what I can reach from my lips. The slightly bitter, salty taste makes me whimper with need.
“That's it,” Alexander pants. “Lick it all up.”
