Page 6 of Tempting Frankie (Lust & Luxury #1)

Francesca

M y head's spinning as I try to process what just happened. Holy shit. I just fucked my ex's dad. And not just fucked—I let him raw dog me, called him Daddy, and took his load. What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

I can feel the rest of Alexander's cum leaking out of me, trickling down my inner thighs. My pussy's still throbbing, that delicious ache reminding me how thoroughly I've been fucked. God, it was so good. No—stop it, Frankie. This is so fucked up.

“I can see those wheels turning, pretty girl,” Alexander growls, his grip tightening on my hips. “Don't you dare start overthinking this.”

He must see the panic in my eyes because suddenly he's scooping me up into his arms. I yelp, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Put me down!” I protest, squirming in his grip. “I'm too heavy. You'll hurt yourself.”

His eyes flash dangerously. “What the fuck did you just say?”

I freeze, realizing my mistake too late. “I…I just meant...”

“You think you're too heavy for me to carry?” he growls, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. “Is that what Cameron told you? That you're too much to handle?”

I bite my lip, shame and arousal warring inside me. “N—no, I just...”

“Listen to me,” Alexander snarls, pressing me against the wall. His cock, thick and heavy, grinds against my sensitive core. “You're perfect. Every fucking curve, every soft inch of you. And I'm going to worship every bit of it until you believe me.”

My pussy clenches at his possessive tone, even as my brain screams that this is all kinds of fucked up. “This is insane,” I mutter, more to myself than him. “We can't?—”

Cutting me off, he captures my mouth in another kiss. I moan, melting against him as his tongue invades my mouth. Fuck, how is he already getting me ready to go again?

“We can do whatever the fuck we want,” he murmurs against my lips. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

A fresh wave of arousal flows from my already soaked center. Fuck, what is it about this man that turns me into such a needy slut?

“I mean it, Francesca,” Alexander continues, voice low and dangerous. “I don't ever want to hear you putting yourself down. You understand me?”

I nod weakly, overwhelmed by the intensity in his eyes.

He carries me effortlessly to the bedroom, tossing me onto the massive bed.

He crawls over me like a predator stalking its prey. “Now, let's see how many times I can make you scream my name before the night's over and maybe if I do it well enough, I’ll put twins in you.”

“Okay,” fuck my voice is all breathy and almost valley girl like.

My breath catches as he spreads my legs, exposing my lower body. “Fuck, look at this pretty pussy,” he groans. “All messy with my cum. Think I need a taste.”

Before I can process everything he just said, Alexander buries his face between my thighs. I cry out as his tongue laps at my center, cleaning up the mess he made minutes ago.

“Oh god,” I whimper, fisting my hands in his hair. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

Alexander's tongue works me over like a man starved, licking and sucking at my swollen clit. His hair tickles my inner thighs as he devours me, and I can't help but marvel at the sight—this powerful man still in a suit, face buried in between my legs.

“Fuck, you taste divine,” he growls against my center, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. “I could eat this sweet thing for hours.”

His fingers dig into my thighs, spreading me wider as he doubles down on his assault. I'm a writhing mess, my red dress bunched up around my waist as I grind shamelessly against his face.

Can he see the way my stomach rolls when I squirm? Is he disgusted by the stretch marks on my hips, the cellulite dimpling my thighs?

Before I can spiral further, Alexander pulls back slightly. His green eyes lock onto mine, full of lust. “Stop thinking,” he growls. “Just feel.”

He plunges two digits into me to distract me as he dives back in. The lewd, wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of me fill the room, mingling with my desperate moans.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” I pant, my back arching off the bed, grinding shamelessly against his face. The stubble on his chin scrapes against my skin. “Don't stop, please don't fucking stop.”

Alexander's eyes lock onto mine, blazing with hunger as he sucks my clit between his lips. His two thick fingers curl to hit that spot that makes me see stars.

“That's it, baby,” he purrs, lips glossy with my juices. “Let go for Daddy. I want to feel this tight little cunt gush all over my face.”

His words send a jolt of heat straight to my core. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of what promises to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum,” I whine, grinding harder against his mouth. “Make me cum, Daddy, please!”

Alexander redoubles his efforts, fingers pumping furiously as he lashes my clit with his tongue. The coil of pleasure in my belly winds tighter and tighter until finally, it snaps.

“Oh fuck, oh FUCK!” I scream, my body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crash over me.

And then it happens. A gush of fluid spurts from my core, drenching Alexander's face and the front of his expensive ass suit. Holy shit, did I just squirt?

Alexander groans in satisfaction, lapping up every drop like a man dying of thirst. “That's my good girl,” he praises, fingers still working me through the aftershocks. “Fucking beautiful.”

I collapse back onto the bed, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Alexander rises, wiping his glistening face with the back of his hand.

I'm still trembling from that earth-shattering orgasm when Alexander kneels between my splayed legs, his cock jutting out proudly. Holy fuck, the man's stamina is unreal.

“Look at you,” he growls, wrapping a hand around his shaft. “Laid out like a goddamn feast. My favorite way to indulge myself.”

I watch, mesmerized, as he starts stroking himself. His fist glides up and down his thick length, the head already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth waters at the sight.

“You like what you see, pretty girl?” Alexander's voice is rough with arousal. “This dick’s all for you.”

I nod weakly, unable to tear my eyes away from the hypnotic movement of his hand. My body clenches, already aching to be filled again.

“Fuck, Francesca,” he groans, picking up the pace. “The things you do to me. Got me feeling like a fucking twenty-one-year-old again.”

His free hand roams over my body, caressing my curves with reverence. I shiver as his fingers trail across my soft belly, dipping into my navel as he drags my dress up before sliding up to cup my boob.

“God, look at these gorgeous things,” Alexander growls, pinching my nipple and making me gasp. “Fucking perfect.”

I squirm under his heated gaze, fighting the urge to cover myself. But the raw hunger in his eyes makes me feel sexy as hell.

“That's it, baby,” he pants, jerking himself faster. “Show me those curves. Let me eye-fuck every inch that I own.”

Emboldened by his words, I arch my back, pushing my chest out. I run my hands down my sides, over the swell of my hips. “You really think they’re beautiful?” I ask breathlessly.

“Fuck yes,” Alexander snarls. “Every goddamn inch of you. Gonna show you just how fucking pretty you are.”

His hand is flying over his cock now, muscles tensing as he chases his release. I lick my lips, mesmerized by the sight of his arms flexing with each stroke.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts, his rhythm faltering. “Gonna cum all over that sexy belly. Mark you as mine on the outside also.”

The first rope of cum splatters across my stomach, hot and thick. I gasp at the sensation as Alexander keeps pumping, painting my skin with his release.

“That's it,” he groans, milking every last drop onto me. “So fucking gorgeous covered in me.”

I'm panting, skin tingling where his cum landed. Whoa, that was fucking hot. Alexander's still breathing hard as he looks down at me, a possessive glint in his eye.

“Mine,” he growls, reaching out to smear his release across my belly. His strong hands massage it into my skin, paying special attention to the soft rolls I've always been self-conscious about.

I watch, transfixed, as Alexander stands up and starts stripping.

Holy fuck, never thought watching a man strip would be so sexy, but it is.

His clothes hit the floor one by one until he's standing there naked, and I swear my jaw drops.

For a guy on the other side of fifty, he's built like a Greek god.

Broad shoulders, chiseled abs, thick muscular thighs. And that cock is still big.

Seriously, fuck me.

“Like what you see, pretty girl?” he smirks, catching me staring.

I nod dumbly, unable to form words. How the hell does a man his age look this good? And why the fuck does he want my ass?

Alexander chuckles, clearly enjoying my slack-jawed ogling. “I'll take that as a yes.” He stretches languidly, muscles rippling, and I have to clench my thighs together. Fuck, I'm getting wet again already.

“Stay right there,” he orders, voice rough. “I’m going to take care of you.”

I watch his perfectly tanned ass as he pads out of the room. A minute later, he's back with two bottles of water and my clutch.

“Here,” he says, handing me a bottle. “Drink up. Can't have you getting dehydrated.”

I gulp down half the bottle, suddenly parched. When I lower it, I find Alexander's eyes roaming over my body. His gaze lingers on my soft belly, still sticky with his cum.

“Fucking stunning,” he growls, reaching out to trail his fingers through the mess. I shiver at his touch. “Look at you, all marked up as mine.”

My body shivers at his possessive tone. Fuck, what is it about this man that turns me into such a needy slut?

I should be freaking out right now. All I can think about is how badly I want him to fuck me again.

Is cock drunk a thing? If it isn’t, it should be because that’s definitely what I am right now.

Alexander hands me my clutch. “What's this for?” I ask, confused.

He smirks. “Thought you might want a hair tie. Didn't wanna go digging through your things without permission, but figured you'd want to put that hair up before bed.”

“Oh.” I blink, caught off guard by the surprisingly thoughtful gesture. “Thanks, I guess.”

I rummage through my bag, finding an elastic. As I start pulling my messy waves into a bun, reality comes crashing back. What the fuck am I doing? I didn’t even question him; just did the thing he said.

He’s got me dickmatized already, and honestly, I should be insulted on my own behalf.

“Um, I should probably head home soon,” I mutter, not meeting his eyes.

Alexander barks out a laugh. “That's cute. But you're not going anywhere tonight.”

My head snaps up. “Excuse me?”

He leans in close, voice low and dangerous. “You heard me.”

A shiver runs through me, equal parts fear and arousal. “You can't just?—”

“Can't what?” he growls, grabbing my chin. “Keep what's mine? Oh baby, you have no fucking idea what I'm capable of.”

His ice-emerald eyes bore into mine, filled with lust and something else I can't quite name. My body traitorously swoons.

“Face it, Francesca,” he purrs, thumb tracing my lower lip. “You don't want to leave any more than I want to let you go. So, tie up your hair and climb into this damn overpriced bed and get a good night’s rest. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“It's not appropriate. You're my ex's dad, for fuck's sake.”

Alexander barks out a laugh. “Sweetheart, I think we left 'appropriate' in the dust when I bent you over that table and fucked you senseless.” His hand cups my cheek, thumb brushing over my lower lip.

As if to prove his point, his free hand slides down to cup my mound. I gasp as he presses against my still-sensitive slit.

“See?” Alexander smirks. “Already wet for me again. Such a greedy little cunt.”

I whimper, hips rolling into his touch of their own accord. Fuck, he's right. I don't want to leave.

“That's it, baby,” he croons, fingers teasing my slick folds. “Let me take care of you.”

All thoughts of leaving fly out the window as he slides his digits into my pussy. I moan shamelessly, spreading my legs wider.

I’m already going to hell for fucking two members of the same family. Might as well get one more orgasm out of it.