Page 55 of Tempting Frankie
“Eight,” I cry out, my whole body shaking.
“Nine,” I barely manage, lost in sensation.
“Ten,” I breathe, relief and disappointment warring within me.
But Alexander isn't done. His hand slides between my legs, and then he's slapping my pussy, the sensation so intense I scream.
“Such a little pain slut,” he growls, delivering another stinging slap to my cunt. “Look how wet you are, dripping all over my hand.”
I moan shamelessly, beyond caring how wanton I sound. “Please,” I beg, desperate for more. “I need you inside me.”
Alexander chuckles darkly. “Oh no, sweetheart. You don't get to cum until I say so. And right now?” His fingers ghost over my clit, making me whine. “I want to see how desperate I can make you.”
He teases me mercilessly, bringing me to the edge over and over only to deny me release. I'm a mess, begging and pleading, my pride in tatters.
“That's it,” Alexander purrs, “beg for it like the needy little whore you are.”
His degrading words should offend me, but instead they push me toward a precipice. I push back against his hand, silently begging for more.
“Look at you,” he taunts, “so desperate for my cock you can't even speak. What would people say if they could see you now? The loud, badass girl, reduced to a whimpering mess.”
I moan, beyond shame. “Please,” I manage to gasp out. “Please, I'll do anything. Just let me cum.”
Alexander's hand tightens in my hair, yanking my head back again. “Anything?” he growls against my ear. “Be careful what you offer. I might just take you up on it.”
Alexander's words send a shiver down my spine. His cock rests heavy between my ass cheeks, the head nudging against my lower back. I'm trembling, desperate for him to be inside me.
“Anything,” I whimper, beyond pride or shame. “Please, I need you.”
He grinds against me, his thick length sliding between my cheeks. The friction is maddening. So close to where I need him, but not quite there. I try to push back, to guide him inside, but his grip on my hips holds me still.
“So damn needy,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “So desperate for my cock you don't even care which hole I use, do you?”
I moan, heat flooding my cheeks at his crude words. He's right though, I'm so turned on I can barely think straight.
Alexander continues to tease me, fucking between my cheeks with slow, deliberate strokes. His cock slides against my skin, leaving a trail of pre-cum.
“What if I just slip inside that tight little ass of yours?” he muses, the head of his cock pressing against my asshole. “You'd let me, wouldn't you? You'd take it like a good girl.”
“Yes,” I gasp, shocked by how much I want it. “Please, anything you want. Just fuck me already.”
He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying my desperation. “Look at you, begging for cock in your ass. Not just any cock, though, huh? Only mine.”
I whine, pushing back against him. I'm trembling, tears of frustration pricking my eyes. “Please,” I sob, “I need you inside me. I don't care where, just please fuck me.”
Alexander groans, his hips stuttering against me. “Fuck, the things you do to me, Francesca.” His cock slides lower, nudging against my dripping pussy. “As much as I want that tight ass, I think this greedy girl needs attention first.”
With one hard thrust, he buries himself inside me. I cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. It's exactly what I needed, and yet somehow still not enough.
“That's it,” Alexander growls, setting a punishing pace. “Make Daddy nice and wet.”
I'm a blubbering mess, reduced to incoherent moans and pleas. Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, but it's not quite enough to push me over.
“Please,” I manage to gasp out between thrusts. “Please let me cum. I'll do anything, be such a good girl for you, just please let me cum.”
“I love when you beg me,” he growls against my ear.
Alexander's grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging in so hard I know there'll be bruises. The pain mingles with pleasure, heightening my senses. He pounds into me, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.
