Page 32 of Frank's Felon
“Ready to fuck?” he said as he crawled up her body, wedging his hips between her thighs. His cock, thick and heavy, dragged against her opening, gliding back and forth in her slick folds, feeling so incredibly good.
She bit her lip, struggling to keep from telling him to fuck her already. “You breaking your promise, guard?” she asked instead.
His tip was at her entrance and her hips rose pressing against him, tempting him. The scowl on his face was a reward, oddly enough. She had done that to him, broken that emotionless facade of his. If anything, his scowl made him look dangerous, and the idea of him taking her, shoving his cock in her unbidden, excited her. She wanted him to dominate her, to take her rough and hard as he had promised, to lift the burden and guilt that had been drowning her for months. With Frank, she could finally be free to enjoy, at least for a short while.
He bent her legs until her ankles were by her ears. His arms caged her legs as he pressed his torso against her. He was going to take her whether she wanted it or not. That was the reason for this position, to trap her with his massive body, and it worked. She couldn’t move and she was spread open for him. His cock slid through her juices one last time and then slid to her back door.
“You wouldn’t,” she said, surprised he had gone there when he could have easily fucked her pussy.
“You said anything I wanted, except fucking your pussy,” he reminded her as he pressed the tip of his cock into her ass. He had been listening after all.
A whole new sensation threaded through her body as his cock pushed into her. His lips kissed the side of her leg as the pressure in her ass intensified.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered. “I want to see you as I fuck you.”
She did as he bade, though she didn’t know why. Watching his face though, as he pushed further into her, added to the pleasure filling her. The hard edges of his face softened, and amber eyes glowed with a fierceness, a possessiveness that matched the strength of his cock pushing into her. She didn’t fight him in this. She wanted this connection with him, but submitting to him came too easily, and she hated herself for it. She whimpered.
He stopped moving. His smile disappeared and the harsh set of his eyes returned. “Del,” he said as he eased out of her, bringing a wave of pleasure that caused her empty pussy to throb.
She wasn’t ready to lose him, to walk away and never turn back. Could she really stay here and be with Frank? The idea was tempting, dizzying, but mostly scary. For now, all she wanted was to have him sink into her.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her voice nowhere near as strong as she would have liked.
His forehead touched hers, and inside of her something burst open. That touch, that simple touch, and the feel of his breath, warm and smelling of oranges, wafted over her skin. This was what she had always wanted with another, to know another cared for her more than the chance to use her body. Frank cared about her, Delilah the screwup, Delilah the loose cannon. He really did care, even if he didn’t know how to show it.
“So fucking good being in you, Del,” he said as he slowly pushed his cock past the untried muscles there.
His cock was halfway in her ass and yet it wasn’t enough. “I want more with you, Frank,” she said, finally forcing the words out.
Amber eyes held her as he began sinking into her further until his balls slapped against her ass. Slowly, he pushed in and out of her tight hole. Each time he pulled out, she couldn’t help the moan that left her lips.
“Eyes, Dell,” he reminded. “I need to watch you as I fuck you.”
His voice was throaty, deep, possessive, and made her want to give him everything. His pace picked up and that peace she had seen in him, felt in him earlier, finally surfaced. Even as he spilled inside of her, his eyes held her.
When his lips came down on her, and he claimed her mouth she knew she was in trouble. She was falling for Frank.
“I want you to fuck my pussy,” she said when the kiss ended.
“No,” he said as he pulled out of her ass and lowered her legs.
He was still hard. Unlike humans, shifters needed less recovery time, sometimes none at all. There were no more kisses to her thighs, her breasts, or her mouth as he rose and looked down at her.
Delilah pushed up on her elbows. His seed was still leaking from her ass, and he was standing there, as impassive as ever. “Did I pass your test, Delilah?”
Test?“What test?”
“Seeing if I could respect you enough not to fuck your pussy.”
Delilah rose and then swayed. Strong arms steadied her by her waist until she pushed him away and shifted. Even as he called out her name behind her, Delilah poured all her energy into her wolf, letting her run as fast as she could. Delilah was glad she couldn’t cry in wolf form, because crying was beneath her. She had been through worse than this. Served her right for getting her hopes up, for wanting a shifter, a family. She wasn’t the type males made homes with. She was the type they played their games until they got laid. There never had been a true connection with Frank. This had been nothing more than sex, and she had been nothing but a fool.
Chapter Eight
FRANK
Three days since Frank had made love to Delilah and she wouldn’t even meet his eyes. Neither would Tess for that matter. He had yet to figure out what he had done wrong. He had followed her conditions, and she had never said no or stop. In fact, she had specifically said not to stop. Then what the hell had happened? Why had she shifted and run from him?
“I thought I had women figured out,” Frank said to Blade who was helping him carry a tree branch, thirty feet long and over five inches in diameter, that had fallen in last night’s storm.
