Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
After only a few moments, he began to trail his fingers down my body, tracing over my curves as if they were the most desirable things on the whole damn planet. My mind became consumed with desire, dizzy with lust, and I could sense my brain switching off. My body craved feeling only the sensations that he caused to rush through my heated core.
As the bolts of lust raced right down to my throbbing pussy, I grabbed onto him in a sex-crazed desperation, running my hands over those amazing abs of his. Although I had spent my life surrounded by athletes, and I’d always lusted after them, I’d never realized quite how turned on a sculpted body would make me when I simply touched its rippled perfection. It was making me wild and animalistic. It drew another side out of me, one that I hadn’t realized was there until Frankie came into my life.
Unexpectedly, the silky material of my top brushed my hypersensitive skin, causing a small moan to gasp past my lips as he bared my torso.
Everything Frankie did to me sent me to new levels. It was almost like he could do no wrong, and the appreciative look that he gave me when my bra fell away from my body had mypussy throbbing.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he tugged and teased my nipples between his fingers. “Even when you infuriate me.”
He moaned loudly and pressed his thick erection, still constrained by his pants, up against my leg, making me even more aroused by the reminder of how full his cock made me.
Even though Frankie was overprotective, borderline obsessive when it came to me, he managed to always make me feel like a woman—a woman with needs and sinful desires. He made me feel no shame being that woman.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
“You,” I whispered. “I want you to…” The memories of him choking me, fucking me, and spreading my pussy so wide that I could feel him the next day flooded in.
I wanted the bite of pain again. I wanted his burning touch.
“Tell me,” he commanded deeply.
“I want you to hurt me. Punish me because I—”
Who was this person I had become? I couldn’t believe these words were coming from my mouth. Would he think less of me for saying what I wanted? Would he question my sanity when he dipped his hand beneath my panties and felt how wet the mere thought of him being rough with me had made me?
“Have you been a bad, bad girl? Do you need Daddy to spank your ass and make your pussy sting again? I saw how Lotto took that belt to you. You liked it? Did you, baby girl?” Frankie whispered into my ear, which had me giggling with excitement.
I nodded coyly.
He wrapped his arms tightly around me, picked me up and carried me to a wooden table as if I weighed nothing. He sat me down, my hot back pressed against the cool wall.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped loudly, enjoying the shocking combination of sensations.
He pulled me closer to his chest until he was positioned between my legs then kissed me harder and more passionately than I had breath in my body to handle.
Gasping, I dug my nails into his strong, muscular shoulders as he moved his hands tantalizingly closer to where I was aching desperately, pulsating, frantic for him. My wet, hot desire throbbed in my soaked panties, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could cope with him standing there.
I needed him now.
I wanted him to slam into me.
To just take me. I wanted it all.
Hard, soft, hard, soft, but hard seemed to overrule in the end.
Frankie placed his palms on my thighs, which sent butterflies flapping all over my body, causing my stomach to twist up in knots of passion. The feelings I had for this man were like nothing else. I loved every damn second of experiencing them, but he was too near to me now. Too close to not be doing more and it caused my breath to come out ragged, almost painfully so.
I lolled my head to one side as he claimed my neck and my collarbone with his mouth. I was so frustrated I could scream, but at the same time I was simply enjoying how he was making me feel.
“Oh, fucking hell.” I groaned loudly, unable to keep it all inside anymore. I was usually much quieter during sex. I was usually too shy to really express how I felt or what I wanted. But with Frankie, I was learning to be different. I felt freer. I could be more of myself. “Frankie… Please don’t make me beg.”
The mention of his name was enough to have him sliding my panties to one side and pushing a finger inside my pussy, much to my relief. He was exploring my inner walls, really massaging me and feeling for that spot that would send me flying. Giving me a little taste of what I was so desperate for, he pressed expertly inside, and I screamed out in desire.