Page 121 of Famous Last Words
She shudders when I move my hand down over her shirt, cupping her breast a little roughly, a whimper slipping from her lips when I pinch the hardening nipple through her clothes.
“And after the last few days, I have alotof stress to take out…” I say carefully, grazing my teeth over her neck before soothing the sting with my tongue. “Will you make me feel better?”
“Yes…” Fran says through a sigh.
“Yeah?” I coo, tugging on her shirt.
She looks up at me, her eyes alight with need, hands moving directly to the front of my jeans, palming my painfully hard cock. And only because I know I have the go ahead, with both hands I grab the placket of her shirt and tear it open, buttons flying everywhere.
More than a little surprised, she pauses, looking down at her gaping shirt and back up to me. “That was Ralph Lauren.”
“I’ll buy you a thousand fucking more,” I mutter, leaning down to shove my tongue in her adorably gaping mouth. She accepts it greedily, moaning into the kiss.
Crouching down enough to grab her behind her thighs, I lift her up, deepening our kiss so she can’t object and try to tell me she’s too heavy like the last time. Complying, she wraps her legs around my hips and moans against my tongue when my straining cock hits her at just the right angle between us. The filthy little brat grinds her needy cunt against me as I walk us into the living room, and it’s almost too much.
I pull away from our kiss first, steadying her back on her feet, and when I get a good look at her in the dwindling afternoon light, I’m taken aback. Yes, she’s beautiful, but she’s also so fucking horny, I bet she can’t even see straight—eyes dazed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. Fuck, this woman. I loveher. I fucking love her. So much, it hurts.
With one hand, I reach behind my shoulder and tug my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it to the side.
Fran’s eyes are hungry as she drinks in my naked chest, her fingers finding my jeans again. But I stop her, holding her wrists with gentle force, and her eyes flare as if to sayhow dare you stop me. I bite back my chuckle.
“I want you naked,” I say, voice low and gravelly. “Now.”
She shrugs off her defunct shirt, making quick work of her bra. My mouth waters as her tits spill free, nipples like stone, begging for my tongue. Somehow, I refrain, watching her as she unfastens her jeans, pushing them and her panties down over those fleshy hips and thick thighs. She kicks them and her shoes off in one fell swoop, and I can’t help but grin because, man, I love it when she’s fucking desperate.
With my eyes fixed on hers, I push my jeans and boxers down, sinking onto the sofa.
“Get on your knees.”
She drops to her knees in front of me, helping me with my shoes and pants all while staring unabashedly at my cock as I stroke it slowly.
“Like what you see?”
Nodding, she licks her lips, and I’m forced to stifle a groan.
I shift lower into the sofa, spreading my thighs a little wider. “You gonna suck it or just stare at it?”
With her eyes on mine, Fran moves in closer, her nails dragging up the inside of my thighs before wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock. And then, gripping me firmly, she lays her wet tongue out flat and licks the swollen tip, collecting the bead of precum and humming in appreciation.
My head falls back with a ragged sigh, and I close my eyes, focusing on steady breaths as she licks me again, swirling her tongue around the head. I need to steel myself because right now I could seriously blow my load.
I reach out and smoothher hair back from her face, taking the chance to gently grab the back of her head. I fist her hair and encourage her with a slight push. Thankfully, she takes the hint, opening wider and taking me deep in her mouth. So deep, a rough growl reverberates at the back of my throat.
Through hazy eyes, I watch Fran as she bobs up and down, taking me deeper each time, using her hands to meet her lips. When I hit the back of her throat, she gags, and I hiss a breath through my teeth, tugging a little harder on her hair because holy fucking shit. All I want is to fuck her pretty, sassy little mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” I mutter. “You look so pretty with your mouth full of my dick.”
Fran’s eyes are glassy when they meet mine, tears pooling in them. She releases my cock with a wet pop, dragging her tongue up and down, base to tip, and around the head. Then, staring directly at me, she shocks me and spits on it, collecting the saliva with her hand and jerking me off.
“Yeah, there’s my dirty littleslut,” I manage through clenched teeth.
Her eyes flare and she dips her head, licking my balls, taking one into her mouth and then the other, working me over with her hand.
“Fuck!” I shout as she sucks, the hold I have of her hair surely painful.
Releasing my balls, Fran goes back to my dick, taking me in, and then, because I seem to have lost all inhibitions, I push her head all the way down, angling my hips and reveling in the sounds she makes as she chokes.
Easing just enough, I skate my thumb down her cheek, collecting the tears that have fallen over. “You good?” I ask through my own panting breaths.
