Page 13 of Tempting Frankie (Lust & Luxury #1)

She does as I say, using two fingers to part her lips. I can see how swollen and needy she is, her clit peeking out from its hood.

“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Now, rub your clit. Nice and slow.”

Francesca starts to circle her clit with her middle finger, her hips rocking into the touch. I watch her face in the mirror, captivated by the way her lips part and her eyes flutter closed.

“Eyes open,” I remind her. “I want you to watch yourself fall apart under my command.”

She forces her eyes open, meeting my gaze in the mirror. The raw desire I see there nearly undoes me.

“That's my good girl,” I praise. “You're doing so well. Now, slip a finger inside.”

Francesca moans as she pushes a finger into her wet heat. I can see her walls clenching around the digit, hungry for more.

“Another,” I demand. “Fuck yourself with two fingers. Nice and deep.”

She adds a second finger, her breath coming in short pants as she pumps them in and out. The wet sounds of her arousal fill the room, mingling with her soft whimpers and moans.

“Look at you,” I growl. “So fucking beautiful. You're dripping for me, aren't you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her hips rocking against her hand. “Oh god, Alexander...”

“Faster now,” I urge. “Fuck yourself on those pretty fingers. Show me how badly you want to cum.”

Francesca's pace quickens, her breasts bouncing with the force of her movements. Obscene sounds fill the air as she fucks herself.

Her free hand moves to her clit, circling it frantically as I hold her upright. Her moans grow louder, more desperate.

“Are you close?” I ask, my voice rough with arousal.

She nods unable to form words.

“Then cum for me, Francesca. Cum all over those pretty fingers. Show me how good it feels.”

With a keening cry, she comes undone. Her body shakes violently, pussy clenching around her fingers as waves of pleasure crash over her.

“That's it,” I murmur, holding her steady. “You're so fucking gorgeous when you let go.”

I grip Francesca's wrist, pulling her fingers from her dripping pussy. She whimpers at the loss, her hips still rocking slightly. I bring her hand to my mouth, sucking her fingers between my lips. My tongue swirls around each digit, lapping up every last drop of her sweet nectar.

“You taste divine,” I growl, releasing her fingers with a wet pop. Her eyes are blown wide with lust as she watches me in the mirror.

I spin her to face me, my hands gripping her hips possessively. “Now be a good girl and get on your knees,” I command, my voice low and gravelly. “I want that pretty little mouth wrapped around Daddy’s cock.”

Francesca sinks to her knees, her hands already reaching for my belt. I stop her, gripping her chin and tilting her face up to mine.

“Eyes on the mirror, sweetheart,” I remind her. “I want you to watch yourself suck my cock like the good little slut you are.”

She nods, turning her head to see the mirror as her nimble fingers work, opening my belt and fly. I groan as she frees my rock-hard dick, the cool air trying to battle with the heat of her breath ghosting over my sensitive skin.

“That's it,” I encourage as she wraps her hand around my thick shaft. “Now put me in your mouth. Show me how badly you want to taste me.”

Francesca's pink tongue darts out, licking a stripe up the underside of my cock before wrapping her lips around the head. I hiss in pleasure, my hand tangling in her dark waves.

“Fuck, that's good,” I growl, watching her hollowed cheeks in the mirror as she sucks me deeper. “Take more. I know you can.”

She moans around my length, sending vibrations shooting through my body as she takes me deeper. Her eyes are locked on her reflection, watching as my cock disappears inch by inch between her stretched lips.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” I praise, my hips starting to rock gently. “You love having your mouth stuffed full of me, don't you?”

Francesca nods as best she can with her mouth full, her eyes watering as she takes me to the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I groan, my grip tightening in her hair. “That's it, baby. Take it all.”

I start to fuck her mouth in earnest, my eyes glued to our reflection. The sight of my shaft sliding in and out of her perfect pout, her tear-streaked cheeks, and the way she bounces with each thrust is almost enough to make me lose control.

I can see the moment she really takes in the sight. Her pupils dilate further, a muffled moan vibrating around my length.

“That's right, sweetheart. You were made for this. Made to take Daddy’s dick like the good fucking girl you are.”

I start to move my hips, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts.

I thrust deeper, reveling in the obscene, wet sounds of Francesca's throat as she struggles to take all of me. “Listen to those filthy noises your mouth makes,” I growl. “Your throat is the perfect little cum dumpster, isn't it?”

Her eyes water as I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn't look away from the mirror. Good girl.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my hips snapping forward.

I slide one of my Italian leather loafers between her spread thighs. “Keep those pretty eyes on the mirror,” I command. “I want you to see what a filthy girl you are.”

Francesca moans around my length as I press my foot against her dripping pussy. I can feel her wetness soaking through the expensive leather, but I don't care. All that matters is the exquisite suction of her mouth and the debauched image reflected back at us.

“Fuck, that's it,” I groan, my pace becoming erratic. “Get ready to swallow every drop. I'm going to flood that pretty little throat.”

Francesca moans, her hips grinding against my shoe as I use her mouth ruthlessly. Spit and pre-cum dribble down her chin, making a mess of her face and chest. The sight only spurs me on.

“So needy,” I taunt. “Humping my shoe while I use your throat.”

Tears streak her cheeks as I bottom out, holding her head in place. Her throat spasms deliciously around me.

With a guttural groan, I explode down her throat. Thick ropes of cum paint her insides as I empty myself into her eager mouth. Her throat works overtime to swallow it all, but I can see a bit escaping the corners of her lips.

Francesca's throat works furiously as I hold her in place. “Swallow every drop,” I growl, watching her struggle to take it all.

I slowly pull back, savoring the sight of my cock slipping from between her swollen lips. Glistening strands of saliva and cum stretch between us, clinging to her mouth and my still-twitching shaft. Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, tears and makeup streaking her flushed cheeks.

“So beautiful like this,” I murmur, using my thumb to wipe a stray drop from the corner of her mouth. “My dirty little cocksucker, covered in my cum.”

Francesca's eyes are hazy with lust as she looks up at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. I groan at the sight, my spent cock giving a valiant twitch.

“Look at yourself, sweetheart. What a mess I've made of you.”

Her reflection stares back at us, lips swollen and glistening, mascara smeared beneath her eyes. I trail my fingers down her throat, feeling it work as she swallows the last traces of my release.

“Exquisite,” I murmur against her ear. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

Francesca tries to speak, but her voice comes out as a hoarse croak. I press a finger to her swollen lips.

“Shh, pretty girl. No need for words right now.”

I glance down, noticing the glistening trail on my expensive Italian leather. “Well, would you look at that,” I muse, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Looks like a snail crawled all over my shoe.”

Francesca's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson as she follows my gaze. The leather is soaked with her arousal, proof of how worked up she'd gotten while servicing my cock.

“Now, I think it's only fair you clean up the mess you've made, don't you?”

Without waiting for a response, I guide her down to her hands and knees. “Lick it clean, sweetheart. Every. Last. Drop.”

Francesca hesitates for just a moment before lowering her head. Her pink tongue darts out, lapping at the slick leather. I watch, mesmerized, as she works her way across the surface of my shoe, her ass raised high in the air.

“Taste yourself,” I growl, my hand coming down to rest on her lower back. “Show me how much you love the flavor of your own cunt.”

She moans, the vibrations traveling through my foot as she continues her task. I can't resist sliding my hand lower, moving over her ass until my fingers dip between her legs to find her pussy still dripping wet.

“You're soaked,” I hiss, easily slipping two fingers inside her tight heat. “Getting off on cleaning my shoe with your tongue, aren't you?”

I start to pump my fingers in and out of her needy center, matching the rhythm of her licking. Francesca whimpers, her hips rocking back against my hand as she continues to lap at my shoe.

“That's right, fuck yourself on my fingers,” I encourage, curling them to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. “Show me how badly you love this.”

Her movements become more frantic, her tongue working overtime to finish cleaning my shoe as she chases her release. I can feel her walls starting to flutter around my fingers, a sure sign she's close.

“Are you going to cum for me, sweetheart?” I taunt, increasing the pressure against her g-spot. “Going to squirt all over my hand while you lick your own pussy juice?”

Francesca nods frantically, her body trembling with need. I smirk, knowing exactly what she needs to push her over the edge.

“Then cum,” I command, bringing my free hand down hard on her ass.

She lets out a muffled scream against the leather of my shoe, her pussy clamping down on my fingers like a vise. I feel the gush of wetness coating my hand as she cums hard, her thighs trembling with the force of her orgasm.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. “Cumming so hard while you lap with that talented little tongue of yours.”

Francesca whimpers, her body still twitching with aftershocks.

I help her to her feet, steadying her as she sways slightly. Her legs are trembling, barely able to support her weight after the intensity of her orgasm. I pull her against me, one hand cupping her face while the other splays across her lower back.

“You don't need to say a word, baby. I can see how much you enjoyed that,” I say softly, my dominant tone replaced by a soothing timbre reserved only for her.

Francesca hesitates for a moment but obediently lifts her swollen and tear-stained eyes to meet mine.

“I want you to know how incredible that was. How fucking sexy and undeniably filthy you looked on your knees for me.” I run my index finger along her swollen bottom lip, savoring the memory of it wrapped around my cock seconds ago.

“You're insatiable, Frankie, and fuck me does it turn me on.”

A blush colors her cheeks as she lowers her gaze again, but not before I catch the glimmer of pride and satisfaction in her eyes. She thrives on praise as much as she does on degradation, and it sets my blood on fire.

My time with her is going to be worth every fucking penny.