She nods frantically.
I work my fingers between her thighs, stroking around her pussy first, then more directly over her plump, aroused lips already coated in slick honey for me. “Horny girl,” I whisper. “Ride my hand.”
She rocks her hips, grinding into my touch, pushing my finger between her lips, against her clit, and then—fuck—right to her slick, tight entrance, where she’s even hotter, softer, and wetter.
“You feel so fucking good. What a treat for me, getting to finger you in secret like this…” I work one finger into her, up to the knuckle, then a second. “That’s it, that’s the way. This can’t be bad, Frankie. Not when you feel this good. Can you take another finger? Yes you can, you sexy thing. I’m going to fill you to the brim.”
She clutches at my shirt, anchoring herself to me as her thighs start to shake.
I find her clit with my thumb, making her jump like a live wire.
“Shhh.”
But she is being quiet, so quiet.
“Are you going to come on my hand? I can feel you clenching. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? You need to come like this, because once I’m inside you, I’m not going to last long.”
I curve over her, burying my face in her neck as I whisper pure filthy truth to her. Her skin is so soft and I can’t get enough of how she tastes, how she smells. The sounds she makes, trying so hard to be good but fully needy and willing to be bad to satisfy her desperate cravings.
Her lips brush my beard, my cheek, and then we’re kissing again, sharing breath and spit and secrets so hot they could burn everything down if we aren’t careful.
And we aren’t being fucking careful right now.
I’m playing with fire as she rolls her hips beneath me, spreading her hot little legs as much as her jeans allow. Her cunt is fucking soaked.
I should make her come like this, and then take her home. Wait until I can stretch her out beneath me, bury my face in the soft skin of her throat and keep it there instead of having to keep my head up, aware of anyone interrupting us.
But I’m not going to. The second she clamps down on my fingers, I’ll spin her around and notch my cock into place.
I’m needy, too.
Desperate, in fact. Willing to be terrible tonight, the last night I get with my bride for months.
“Always want to make you come twice.” I don’t mean to say that out loud, exactly, but it’s true. I’ll always want more, want her to make those sounds again and again. “I fucking love feeling you come for me.”
With a gasping cry that I cover with another rough kiss, Frankie starts fluttering around my fingers, her clit stiffening and her pussy crushing my hand.
Fuck yeah.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper, holding her clit, feeling her pleasure pulse in waves through her body. She shudders once, twice, and then sucks in a deep, fortifying breath.
I ease my fingers out of her cunt.
“Push your pants down more.” I fist my cock into the night air as she wriggles them down to her knees, then I spin her around and bend her over. My erection slaps against her ass. “Show me where you want this.”
Bracing herself against the wall, she pushes up on her toes and arches her back, my jersey sliding up to her waist.
My. Jersey.
Her ass is lush and round and perfect beneath my number. I palm one round globe, creating space for my cock, and I sink into her honey. From the first hot clench of her cunt around my cock, bare and perfect and mine, nothing else matters.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, my head falling forward, curving over her, hunching my back like a rutting beast. “Frankie?—”
She trembles between me and the wall, her hips shoving back against me. I grip her waist tight, holding her where I need her.
It’s desperate and raw and the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“So good,” I manage, my thumbs digging into her hips. “So fucking perfect for me. Taking me so well. Give me another orgasm. Your pussy feels so good when you come.”
