Page 122 of Famous Last Words
She nods quickly, and then she’s taking me deep again, choking more. And she likes it. She fucking likes it. So far be it from me to deny my girl. I guide her head, pushing her deeper and deeper, her throat relaxing more every time. I doubt she can breathe when I’m all the way to the hilt, cheeks reddening, tears streaming, but she’s loving every second of it, coating my cock with her saliva.
“Shit, baby,” I grunt. “I’m gonna come.” I pump into her, holding the back of her head and fucking her throat. “Any. Fucking. Second.”
Fran hums, not letting up.
“You gonna swallow my cum like my good little slut?” I fist her hair, tugging on it hard and catching her gaze.
She hums again, closing her eyes and then, shocking me, with my dick down her throat, she slides her finger down, under my balls and presses my fucking taint, causing me to detonate like a goddamn bomb.
“Jesus. Fuck. Mother of—Shit!” I hold her head, releasing deep in her throat, reveling at the sound of her gagging, only prolonging my orgasm.
My head is dizzy, my entire body lax when I finally come to. Threads of saliva connect my dick to Fran’s lips as she pulls away, sitting back on her haunches and wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, smirking at me.
“You,” I say, shaking my head and holding my hand out for her, “better get your fucking ass up here.”
With a mischievous snicker, she climbs up onto me, her thighs falling either side of my hips. I look down to see her cunt right there, less than an inch from my still semi-hard dick, and the sight of her glistening pussy and the mouthwatering scent of her arousal makes my balls ache, cock stirring again.
“Look at you,” I say under my breath, not sure she even heard me. But the way the setting sun is shining in through the windows, backlighting her like a beautiful x-rated angel, the way her hair is mussed from the hold I had of her just minutes ago, the soft curves of her body. She’s a sight to behold. And again, I fucking love this woman. I can’t believe I get to call her mine.
CHAPTER 48
FRAN
Robbie gazes up at me like I’m his whole world, his everything, the look in his eyes contradicting after the downright dirty things he was saying to me a moment ago.
I shiver beneath the touch of his fingers as they skate over my skin. Cupping the back of my head, he coaxes me down enough so that he can claim my mouth with his. His tongue dances with mine; our kiss is unhurried, deliberate, and deliciously filthy.
When his other hand finds my center, knuckles grazing the sensitive skin, a moan slips out of me and into our kiss as his thumb brushes against my aching clit. I can feel him smirk against my lips. Stupid, sexy asshole.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps, breaking away from my lips to pepper kisses down my neck and chest, continuing to tease me with his fingers as he takes one of my nipples between his lips, grazing it with his teeth.
“Mmm,” I hum, shifting my hips, seeking out his touch.
He chuckles against my breast. “Needy girl.”
I tear my fingers through his mussed hair, throwing my head back when he finally gives me what I want, circling myclit with his thumb a few times. But then he stops, and I swallow a frustrated sob.
“Tell me what you want, Keller,” Robbie says, a taunting smile in his tone as he licks my breasts, blowing hot air over my painfully hard nipples.
When I feel his finger tease my entrance, I practically mewl, arching my back.
“Nuh-uh.” He pulls his finger away. “Use your words, baby.”
“I need you. Inside me.” I pant. “I don’t fucking care what it is. Fingers. Dick. Just fuck me.”
He hisses a breath, and I know my words have affected him. “Where are your manners, Keller?”
I groan, forcing my hooded eyes to meet his obsidian gaze. “Please,” I bite through gritted teeth.
“That’s my girl.” Robbie smirks as he pushes two fingers inside me. It’s not nearly enough, but frankly, he could shove the TV remote inside me right now, and I’d still gladly fuck it.
“Holy shit,” Robbie says with a revered sigh, his gaze focused downwards on my pussy. “Look at you, coating my fucking fingers.”
I grind my hips, needing him deeper. His fingers curl inside of me, hitting my G spot, and I cry out when I feel a familiar pressure building. But it’s still not enough. “I need your cock.”
Robbie looks up at me then, a knowing smile ghosting his lips. “Say it again.”
“I need your cock,” I say louder. “I need you to fuck me, hard and deep. Fill me up.”
