Page 70 of Famous Last Words
I smirk, circling her clit with my thumb as I fuck her with my fingers, relishing in the sounds she makes.
Honestly, I don’t even know what’s gotten into me. Something fucking snapped inside me when she said she was going to give some sleazy bartender her phone number. I jumped out of bed so fucking fast, pulled on whatever clothes I could find, and DM’d her friend Vera onInstagramto find out where the fuck she was, because over my cold, lifeless body was I about to sit back and let my girlfriend—real or fucking fake—give anything to some bartender who’s probably hooked up with half of New York City.
I’m not sure what I was thinking going down there to the club, but I certainly hadn’t planned on bringing Keller back to my apartment to finger fuck her in the foyer, but here we are.
“Is this what you want?” I curl my fingers deep inside of her, making her moan when I hit the spot.
“Yes.” She gasps and I loosen the hold I have of her throat just enough.
“Beg for it,” I demand, grinning as I continue teasing her g-spot. “I want you to fucking beg me.”
“Please…” she whimpers. “Please, Robbie.” Her eyes flare. “I need it so bad,please.”
Fuck. Me. My head falls forward, forehead resting against hers because the sound of her begging is doing all sorts of primal, unexplainable things to me.
Her hands grip the front of my hoodie as I fuck her harder with my fingers. I feel her clench around me, and she’s so fucking wet, the filthy sound of her cunt sucking my fingers in rings through the silence.
“Yes, Robbie!” She pants. “Ohmigod, right there. Yes. Don’t stop.”
I kiss her neck, biting the skin, sucking on it hard. She hisses, and I know I’ve marked her but I don’t care. I want to mark her. I want her to walk around with marks all over her, remembering exactly where they came from.
“I’m so close, I…” Fran sucks in a deep breath.
I pull out of her, and she cries out in objection, eyes wide and frenzied as they search mine.
“No, baby,” I say with a smirk, shaking my head. “You’re not gonna come until I say you can fucking come.”
Her eyes flash with betrayal, but then as I lift my hand to my mouth, sucking her arousal from my fingers, that look of betrayal turns to molten heat, her gaze tracking my every move.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I murmur around my fingers before pressing them against her lips. “Suck.”
Her eyes remain on mine as she opens her mouth, tongue darting out and swirling around my fingers before sucking on them with a moan.
“You like that?”
She nods, licking every last part of herself from my fingers.
“Dirty girl.” I bite back my smile, grabbing her hand and tugging her with me as I make my way directly to my bedroom.
Once inside, I turn to Fran, looking her up and down. She’s a fucking masterpiece. Mussed hair. Kiss-swollen lips. Heaving breasts. I could look at her for hours and not get tired of the view.
“Take off your clothes,” I say lowly, standing right where I am, just watching her.
Fran’s resolve slips momentarily, and she’s suddenly nervous, gaze darting about the room.
I take a tentative step, closing the distance between us and lifting my hand to gently cup her jaw. “Come back to me.”
She looks up at me through her lashes. “I’m not… skinny.”
Anger flares deep inside my chest thinking of just what damage that asshole Tadd caused her with his words. My brows draw together, and I grab her hand and place it against my crotch, right where my dick is straining against my pants. “Does it look like I give a fuck?”
A small smile lifts her lips, and the tension in my chest eases.
I place a kiss against her cheek before whispering, “Now take your fucking clothes off.”
Stepping back, I fold my arms across my chest, watching her. She’s still nervous, but her hands move to the side of her skirt, releasing the zip. With a moment’s hesitation, she shimmies it down over her hips. And holy fucking shit.
Standing there, in just her heels and an almost entirely see-through one piece, her soft curves shamelessly on display, thedirty little slutis back, and she looks at me with a newfound confidence, as if she’s daring meto make the next move. And, honestly, you don’t have to ask me twice.
