Page 24 of Tempting Frankie (Lust & Luxury #1)

Francesca

I 'm buzzing, high on the thrill of power. Alexander's eyes are full of lust, his chest heaving beneath me. I can feel him, hard and straining against his jeans, and knowing I did that to him sends a fresh wave of desire through me.

I start to pull away, ready for him to take charge like he always does. But his voice, low and gravelly, stops me cold.

“No,” he growls. “Keep going. Follow through with what you started.”

My heart pounds so hard I swear he must hear it. I hesitate, suddenly unsure. But then Alexander's hips buck up, grinding against me, and all coherent thought flies out the window.

“Sit on my face,” he demands, his voice rough with need. “Let me eat that wet pussy.”

The crudeness of his words makes me clench with want. I scramble off his lap, hands shaking as I shimmy out of my leggings and panties.

Alexander's eyes are glued to me, watching hungrily as I straddle his face. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me down onto his waiting mouth. The first swipe of his tongue has me crying out, gripping the back of the couch for support.

He devours me like a starving man, licking and sucking with a single-minded focus. I grind down against his face, chasing the pleasure building low in my belly. His stubble scrapes deliciously against my inner thighs, the slight prickles of pain only heightening every sensation.

I'm lost in a haze of pleasure, my hips moving of their own accord as I grind down on Alexander's face. His tongue is relentless, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of release.

Suddenly, a wicked impulse seizes me. Before I can second-guess myself, the words tumble out.

“Be a good boy and eat my ass, too.”

I freeze the moment the words leave my lips, shocked at my own boldness. Alexander goes still beneath me, and for a heart-stopping moment, I think I've crossed a line.

Then his hands tighten on my thighs, and he growls against my center, the vibrations making me shudder. He shifts, angling his head, and then—oh fuck—his tongue is there, circling my asshole with teasing little licks.

I cry out, my back arching as a jolt of unexpected pleasure races through me.

It's dirty and taboo and so fucking good.

Alexander's stubble now scrapes against my most delicate skin as he alternates between my pussy and ass, and the dual sensations are driving me wild. I’m so glad I showered before we left.

My thighs are trembling, muscles clenching as I hover on the brink of orgasm. I grind down harder, chasing that release. “Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for.

Alexander redoubles his efforts, sucking hard on my clit while one finger teases at my asshole. The combination of sensations is too much. I come with a strangled cry, my whole body shaking as waves of pleasure crash over me.

I collapse forward, bracing myself against the couch as aftershocks ripple through me. Alexander's hands stroke my thighs, gentling me as I come down from my high.

When I finally catch my breath, I climb off his lap on shaky legs. Alexander's face is flushed, his lips swollen and glistening with my arousal. The sight makes me clench with renewed want.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, still reeling from the intensity of it all.

Alexander smirks, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “You can say that again.”

I'm still trembling, my body buzzing with aftershocks. “I…I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me,” I stammer, heat flooding my cheeks. “I shouldn't have?—”

Alexander cuts me off, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Don't you dare apologize, Francesca. I don't do anything I don't want to do. And that?” He licks his lips, eyes hungry. “That was fucking incredible.”

His words make me clench, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I watch, mesmerized, as he stands, towering over me. His sweater is rumpled, hair mussed from my fingers. There's a predatory gleam in his eye that makes my breath catch.

“Now,” he says, voice rough with need, “you've had your fun. Time to be a good girl and get on the floor. Hands and knees.”

My heart pounds so hard I swear he must hear it. For a moment, I consider disobeying, pushing to see how far I can take this newfound power. But the ache between my thighs wins out. I need him desperately.

I sink to my knees on the rug, the fire warm against my bare skin as I peel my shirt off. The wood floor is cool and smooth beneath my palms as I position myself, ass in the air. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on I can hardly think straight.

I hear the clink of Alexander's belt buckle, the rustle of fabric as he sheds his clothes. The anticipation is killing me. I resist the urge to look over my shoulder, to beg him to touch me. Instead, I arch my back, presenting myself to him like an offering.

The floorboards creak as he approaches, and then his hand is on my lower back, warm and steadying. I arch into his touch instinctively, craving more contact.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise sends a thrill through me. His hand trails lower, cupping my ass before delivering a sharp smack that has me gasping. “You've been so naughty tonight, Francesca. Teasing me, ordering me around.”

Another smack lands on my other cheek, the sting blooming into pleasure. I moan, pushing back against his hand.

“You liked that, didn't you?” Alexander's voice is a low rumble. “Having control, making me beg.”

“Yes,” I breathe, my cheeks flushing with the admission.

His hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back gently but firmly. “Well, now it's my turn,” he growls in my ear. “And I'm going to make you beg so prettily for me, little one.”

Alexander's words send a shiver down my spine. I'm trembling with anticipation, my body on fire with need.

“Count,” he commands, his palm coming down hard on my ass.

“One,” I gasp, the sting blooming into pleasure.

Another sharp smack lands. “Two,” I moan, pushing back for more.

He alternates cheeks, each slap harder than the last. “Five,” I'm panting, my pussy clenching around nothing.

“Six,” I whimper, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity.

“Seven,” comes out as a sob, pleasure and pain blurring together.

“Eight,” I cry out, my whole body shaking.

“Nine,” I barely manage, lost in sensation.

“Ten,” I breathe, relief and disappointment warring within me.

But Alexander isn't done. His hand slides between my legs, and then he's slapping my pussy, the sensation so intense I scream.

“Such a little pain slut,” he growls, delivering another stinging slap to my cunt. “Look how wet you are, dripping all over my hand.”

I moan shamelessly, beyond caring how wanton I sound. “Please,” I beg, desperate for more. “I need you inside me.”

Alexander chuckles darkly. “Oh no, sweetheart. You don't get to cum until I say so. And right now?” His fingers ghost over my clit, making me whine. “I want to see how desperate I can make you.”

He teases me mercilessly, bringing me to the edge over and over only to deny me release. I'm a mess, begging and pleading, my pride in tatters.

“That's it,” Alexander purrs, “beg for it like the needy little whore you are.”

His degrading words should offend me, but instead they push me toward a precipice. I push back against his hand, silently begging for more.

“Look at you,” he taunts, “so desperate for my cock you can't even speak. What would people say if they could see you now? The loud, badass girl, reduced to a whimpering mess.”

I moan, beyond shame. “Please,” I manage to gasp out. “Please, I'll do anything. Just let me cum.”

Alexander's hand tightens in my hair, yanking my head back again. “Anything?” he growls against my ear. “Be careful what you offer. I might just take you up on it.”

Alexander's words send a shiver down my spine. His cock rests heavy between my ass cheeks, the head nudging against my lower back. I'm trembling, desperate for him to be inside me.

“Anything,” I whimper, beyond pride or shame. “Please, I need you.”

He grinds against me, his thick length sliding between my cheeks. The friction is maddening. So close to where I need him, but not quite there. I try to push back, to guide him inside, but his grip on my hips holds me still.

“So damn needy,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “So desperate for my cock you don't even care which hole I use, do you?”

I moan, heat flooding my cheeks at his crude words. He's right though, I'm so turned on I can barely think straight.

Alexander continues to tease me, fucking between my cheeks with slow, deliberate strokes. His cock slides against my skin, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

“What if I just slip inside that tight little ass of yours?” he muses, the head of his cock pressing against my asshole. “You'd let me, wouldn't you? You'd take it like a good girl.”

“Yes,” I gasp, shocked by how much I want it. “Please, anything you want. Just fuck me already.”

He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying my desperation. “Look at you, begging for cock in your ass. Not just any cock, though, huh? Only mine.”

I whine, pushing back against him. I'm trembling, tears of frustration pricking my eyes. “Please,” I sob, “I need you inside me. I don't care where, just please fuck me.”

Alexander groans, his hips stuttering against me. “Fuck, the things you do to me, Francesca.” His cock slides lower, nudging against my dripping pussy. “As much as I want that tight ass, I think this greedy girl needs attention first.”

With one hard thrust, he buries himself inside me. I cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. It's exactly what I needed, and yet somehow still not enough.

“That's it,” Alexander growls, setting a punishing pace. “Make Daddy nice and wet.”

I'm a blubbering mess, reduced to incoherent moans and pleas. Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, but it's not quite enough to push me over.

“Please,” I manage to gasp out between thrusts. “Please let me cum. I'll do anything, be such a good girl for you, just please let me cum.”

“I love when you beg me,” he growls against my ear.

Alexander's grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging in so hard I know there'll be bruises. The pain mingles with pleasure, heightening my senses. He pounds into me, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

“You feel so good,” he growls, his voice rough with exertion. “So tight and wet for me.”

I can barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. Every nerve ending is on fire. My whole world narrowed down to the point where our bodies connect. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by my desperate moans and Alexander's grunts.

Suddenly, his hands leave my hips. Before I can mourn the loss, he's reaching around, cupping my breasts. His palms are rough against my sensitive skin, fingers pinching and rolling my nipples. The new sensations have me crying out, pushing back harder against him.

“That's it,” Alexander growls, using my breasts as leverage to pull me back onto his cock. “Take it all, sweetheart. Show me how much you love my dick splitting you open.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of release. But it's not quite enough. I need just a little more.

As if reading my mind, Alexander shifts, changing the angle of his thrusts. The head of his cock drags against that spot inside me, and stars explode behind my eyelids.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chant, my voice high and desperate. “Right there, don't stop. Please don't stop!”

Alexander redoubles his efforts, pounding into me with bruising force. The dual sensations of fullness and the slight pain have me spiraling higher and higher.

“That's it,” he growls, his voice strained. “Cum for me, Francesca. Let me feel that pussy squeezing my cock.”

His words are the final push I need. The tension that's been building snaps, and I'm coming harder than I ever have before. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my whole body shaking with the force of it.

I feel that gush of fluid between my legs. I'm squirting, soaking Alexander's cock and thighs, leaving a puddle on the floor beneath us.

“Fuck, yes,” Alexander groans, his hips stuttering against me. “That's it, baby. Soak my cock with that juicy pussy.”

His thrusts become erratic as I come down from my orgasm, aftershocks still rippling through me. I'm boneless, barely able to hold myself up as he chases his own release. His fingers dig into my skin, pulling me back onto him.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum,” he growls, his voice strained. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy full, and I can feel it. You’re gonna be carrying my baby by the end of tonight.”

“Yes,” I moan, pushing back against him. “Please, cum inside me. I need it. I love feeling your cum all up in me. Breed me, Daddy.”

With a guttural groan, Alexander slams into me one final time. I feel him pulsing inside me, flooding me with his release. The sensation triggers another small orgasm, and I clench around him, milking every last drop.

We stay like that for a moment, both panting heavily. Then Alexander slowly pulls out, and I whimper at the loss. I feel his cum trickling down my thighs as I collapse onto the floor, utterly spent.

Alexander follows suit, flopping down beside me with a groan. “Jesus Christ, Francesca,” he pants, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair.

I manage a weak laugh, too blissed out to form proper words. We lie there in silence for a few minutes, catching our breath. The hardwood floor is cool against my overheated skin.

Finally, Alexander shifts, wincing slightly as he moves. “Fuck,” he mutters, rubbing his leg. “I didn't think this one through. Should've moved to the bigger rug. My knees are going to be bruised to hell.”

I can't help but giggle at his grumbling. “Poor baby,” I tease, finding enough energy to prop myself up on one elbow. “Want me to kiss them better?”

He shoots me a heated look that makes my insides clench before chuckling, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The tender gesture makes my heart flutter. “Come on,” he says softly. “Let's move this to the bedroom. I'm too old to be sleeping on hardwood floors.”

I sigh dramatically, but allow him to help me to my feet. As we stumble toward the room on shaky legs, I can't help but smile, then frown.

Unequivocally, I know that I love him.

That I’m in love with him and I don’t fucking know what to do about it.

So I do what I always do and pack it away into a box with a lid in my mind and consider it a problem for the future.

Delulu is the solulu, as Kat would say.