I grin against her wetness, and then devour her. Filthy and relentless, my tongue fucking her, sucking her clit, letting her ride my face like she was made for it.
I don’t give a shit that my knees are bruising on the hardwood, or that I’m rock hard and aching.
All I care about is her. Frankie.
Her taste, her sounds. Her thighs trembling against my cheeks as she fists the blanket beneath her and falls apart on my tongue.
She comes with a choked cry, her legs clamping around my head.
But I don’t stop, not until she’s panting, whining, dragging me up by the hair and tasting herself on my lips. Her hips rise to my throbbing cock through my pants, and I know she’s desperate for me to give her more.
“Condom?” I rasp, breath hot against her lips.
“I’m on the pill,” she gasps. “Unless you want—”
She gestures toward to the bedside table drawer, but I shake my head. “I don’t want. Wanna feel every inch of you.”
My eyes catch on the plug, still glinting on the table, gold and glittery and so goddamn festive. I look back at her, cheeks flushed and chest rising hard.
“You like feeling full, baby?”
Her responding grin is sinfully smug, and she rolls to her side to reach for the bedside table.
“Was planning on using this earlier,” she says, twirling the sparkly base of the plug between her fingers. “Figured if I couldn’t have your cock, at least I’d have a good time.”
My vision blacks at the edges, blood rushing straight to my dick as she hands it to me.
Fuck. Me.
“You wanna do it?” she asks, gaze locked on mine.
“Fuck yes.” I don’t hesitate. “I want you stuffed and shaking while you moan my name.”
A soft gasp escapes her lips as I sit back on my heels and drag her closer by the hips, draping her legs over my thighs. Then I grab the lube and generously coat the plug, letting the slick sounds torment her while I watch her writhe.
She reaches down to spread herself for me.
“Goddamnit, Frankie,” I breathe. “You’re so wet for me.”
“You made me this way,” she replies, raising her knees higher. “So do something about it.”
She whimpers as I press one slicked finger against her tight hole, easing it in slowly and letting her adjust.
She groans. “Fuck, Mason—”
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, curling my finger. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Another whimper and her hips roll toward my hand.
“You want the plug, baby?”
She nods. “Please.”
“Good girl.”
I slowly slide my finger out and reach for the plug, pressing it gently to her hole. She flutters around it, gasping as I nudge it in.
“That feel good?” I rasp.
