Page 18 of Tempting Frankie (Lust & Luxury #1)

“Fuck, Alexander!” she cries out, her back arching off the bed.

I pause, pulling back slightly. “What was that?” I ask, arching a brow.

Francesca's forehead crinkles, confusion lining her face before realization dawns. “Oh, fu?—”

My hand comes down on her pussy with a sharp slap, cutting off her words and making her cry out in surprise. Her hips jerk, but I hold her steady.

“Try again,” I order, my voice firm.

“Daddy!” she gasps, her voice breathy and urgent. “I meant Daddy!”

“That's better,” I say, my tone softening.

I work the melting cube in and out of her cunt, my fingers following close behind. The contrast of cold ice and my warm digits has her tugging at her restraints.

“That's it, baby girl,” I growl. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”

I scissor my fingers, stretching her tight pussy as I fuck her with the ice. Her inner walls clench around me, so hot compared to the rapidly melting cube. Juices and water drip down my hand, soaking into the sheets below.

Francesca's moans grow louder, more desperate. Her hips buck wildly, chasing the sensation. Just as she nears the edge, I pull my fingers out, leaving her empty and wanting.

“No!” she whines, frustration evident in her voice. “Please, Daddy, I need more!”

I chuckle darkly, leaning over her trembling body. My breath ghosts across her soaked pussy lips as I speak.

“Oh, I know you do, little one. But first...”

I blow a stream of hot air directly onto her clit. Francesca keens, her whole body shuddering at the sudden change in temperature.

“Fuck!” she cries out. “Oh god, please!”

I continue teasing her with alternating puffs of hot air and ice, watching her pussy flutter and clench around nothing. Her clit swells further, peeking out, begging for attention.

An idea forms in my mind, wicked and delicious. I trace my fingers along her slit, gathering her wetness before bringing them to her lips.

“Suck,” I command.

Francesca eagerly takes my fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the digits as she tastes herself. I groan at the sight, my cock throbbing painfully.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Now tell me, how many different things do you think you could take in this little pussy?”

Francesca whimpers around my fingers, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder. When I pull them free, she licks her lips before answering.

“I—I don't know, Daddy,” she pants. “However many you want to give me.”

I grin, pleased with her response. “That's right, baby girl. This pussy belongs to me, doesn't it? I can fill it with whatever I want.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans. “It's yours. I'm yours. Please, fill me up!”

My mind races with possibilities. The vibrator in the nightstand or the collection of dildos in the wardrobe.

I consider my options, eyeing Francesca's glistening pussy. How many fingers could she take? The thought of stretching her wide makes me giddy. Fuck, I want to fist her. To feel her greedy little cunt swallow my entire hand.

“I'm going to stuff this pussy so full,” I growl, reaching for the lube. “Gonna stretch you wider than you've ever been before.”

Francesca whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed. “Please, Daddy. I need it so bad.”

I coat my fingers generously, then slide two into her soaking heat. She's so fucking tight, her walls clenching around me. I pump slowly, savoring the sounds as I fuck her with my fingers.

“That's it, baby,” I murmur. “Open up for me.”

I add a third finger, stretching her further. Francesca moans, her head thrashing against the pillow.

“Fuck, you're taking it so well,” I praise, working my fingers deeper. “Such a good little slut for Daddy.”

I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her see stars. Francesca cries out, her whole body shaking.

“Oh god, Daddy! Right there!”

I massage her g-spot relentlessly, feeling her pussy flutter around my fingers. She's close, so fucking close. But I'm not done with her yet.

Slowly, carefully, I work my pinky in alongside the other three fingers. Francesca hisses at the stretch, her brow furrowing beneath the blindfold.

“Color?” I check in again, pausing my movements.

“Green,” she pants. “Don't stop, please!”

Grinning, I push deeper, watching in awe as her pussy stretches to accommodate me. Four fingers buried to the knuckle, and she's taking it like a champ.

“Look at you,” I growl. “Taking all my fingers like the cock-hungry slut you are. You want more, don't you? Want me to stuff you so full?”

Francesca nods frantically, her chest heaving. “Yes, Daddy! Please, I need it all!”

I pull my fingers back slightly before pushing in again, this time tucking my thumb against my palm. Slowly, so slowly, I work my entire hand into her pussy until finally I pop past her pubic bone.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe, watching my wrist disappear inside her. “You're doing so well, my pretty girl. Taking my whole fist like you were made for it.”

Francesca is beyond words now, reduced to moans and whimpers. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my hand, so hot and tight it's almost painful.

I start moving, gentle at first, then picking up speed. The wet sounds of her cunt squelching around my wrist fill the room.

The sight is fucking incredible—her pussy lips stretched obscenely wide around my wrist, the bulge in her lower belly as I push deeper.

“That's it, take it all,” I growl, slowly rotating my hand inside her. “Such a pretty fucking girl. My pretty fucking girl, swallowing up Daddy's whole fist.”

Francesca writhes against her restraints, incoherent noises spilling from her lips. I pull back slightly before thrusting in again, relishing the loud sounds we’re making.

“Listen to how fucking wet you are,” I taunt. “Your body is just sucking me in, isn't it? Like it was made to take my fist.”

I pick up the pace, fucking her harder with my hand. The lewd noises grow louder—sloppy sounds that make my cock throb painfully. My watch almost disappears inside her with each thrust, the metal cool against her stretched entrance.

“Look at you,” I marvel, my free hand stroking the bulge in her belly. “Taking it so deep I can feel it here.”

Francesca keens, her back arching off the bed. “Oh god, Daddy! It's so much, so full!”

I slow my movements, giving her a moment to adjust. “You're doing so well, baby. Does it feel good? Having Daddy stretch this tight little pussy?”

She nods frantically, her chest heaving. “Yes! Oh fuck, it's so good. Please don't stop!”

Grinning, I resume my thrusting, twisting my wrist with each movement.

“Listen to that,” I growl. “It’s my new favorite sound. Maybe I’ll record it and make it part of my nighttime soothing sounds. Bet you could take even more, couldn't you? Greedy little thing.”

Francesca whimpers, her hips rocking to meet my thrusts. I watch her pussy lips cling to my wrist, stretched so wide I can see the veins in my arm disappearing inside her.

“Fuck, you're incredible,” I praise, my voice thick with lust.

I curl my fingers inside her as much as I can so I can make her see galaxies. When I find the spot I’m aiming for, Francesca screams, her body convulsing.

“Yes,” I encourage. “Come for me, baby girl. Let me feel this pussy squeeze my hand.”

I massage her relentlessly, my other hand moving to her clit.

Picking up the pace, I fuck her harder. Francesca's moans rise in pitch, her body trembling on the edge of release.

“That's it,” I encourage. “Squirt all over Daddy's hand. Show me how much you love me.”

With a final, guttural cry, Francesca comes undone. Her pussy clamps down on my fist so hard it's almost painful. I feel the contractions rippling along my arm as she gushes, soaking the sheets beneath us.

I stop thrusting but leave my hand buried deep inside my girl. Fuck, I can actually see the outline of my hand through her skin. If my dick could yell at me, it would be screaming obscenities right now. I’m harder than I've ever been in my life.

“Look at you,” I growl, my free hand lovingly stroking the protrusion. I’ve obsessed with her belly on a regular day, but knowing it’s bulging because of how deeply I’m inside her has me fucking feral.

It has me picturing what she’d look like round and glowing, carrying my baby in her womb. I fucking need to knock her up. I’m desperate for it. I need to get her off birth control without her cutting my fucking dick off.

Francesca whimpers, her chest heaving as she comes down from her intense orgasm. I can feel her pussy still fluttering around my hand, little aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her.

“You did so well, baby,” I praise, caressing her body. “Fuck, you have no idea how hard you make me. I could come just from this.”

I press gently on the bulge, feeling my own fingers through her soft skin. Francesca moans, her hips rocking slightly.

“How does it feel, little one?” I ask, my voice husky with desire. “Being fisted?”

Francesca just hums contentedly, beyond words. Her body is limp against the ropes, completely fucked out and satisfied.

Slowly, carefully, I begin to withdraw my hand. Francesca whimpers at the loss, her pussy clenching as if trying to keep me inside. When my fist finally pops free, I'm awestruck by the sight.

Her cunt gapes obscenely. I can see deep inside her, her inner walls glistening with her juices. Fuck, I've never seen anything so erotic in my life.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe, watching her entrance flutter as it tries to close. “Look at this hungry little hole, baby. So fucking beautiful.”

I trace her puffy, sensitive lips with my fingertips, collecting the mixture of her juices and lube that coats her upper thighs. Francesca shivers at the touch, a breathy moan escaping her lips.

“I asked you a question, Francesca. How does it feel? How do you feel?” I ask, my voice gentle despite the filthy scene before me.

She hums contentedly. “Mm…floaty. Good. So good, Daddy.”

I smile, pride swelling in my chest. “That's my good girl. You did so well for me and gave me such a pretty little gape to look at.”

Reluctantly, I tear my eyes away from Francesca's hole and stand up from the bed. My cock throbs painfully, begging for attention after being neglected for so long. I quickly take the rest of my clothes off.

Climbing back onto the bed, I straddle Francesca's torso, my heavy balls resting on her stomach.

Now, just how do I want to cum all over my pretty plaything?

The most pressing question of the night.