TRACY
“Oh... damn, Francis,” Tracy breathed.
On the cuff of another orgasm, her head rolled from side to side against the pillow as Francis sucked her sensitive nipples while finger-teasing her clit.
He had licked, sucked, kissed, flicked, teased, and massaged her into explosion, four times without penetrating her with his magnificent dick. It was as if he was trying to make up for every orgasm that she’d missed while he was away.
Little did Francis know that every night, before Tracy went to sleep, she played with herself while imagining him fucking her.
Tracy rolled against his fingers. Her body was pleading for more of him. She wanted, no needed him to enter her. It was the connection she craved; the closeness. And just as she was preparing to beg, Francis climbed over her and pressed the fat head of his dick to her opening. It was as if he had been reading her mind. He looked down at her, and Tracy could swear that he could see the desperation in her eyes.
“You missed my cock, didn't you, bella?” he asked with an erotic gruffness.
Tracy’s nod prompted a smirk that was a bit arrogant.
“Tell me,” Francis ordered.
“I missed your cock, Francis. I missed you. I want you to make love to me.”
Francis eased himself into her opening. When he didn't fully penetrate, Tracy raised her hip, hoping to suck him in the rest of the way. But Francis wasn’t in the state of compliance.
“I missed you too, bella,” he groaned. “But I have no intention of making love to you. I’m going to fuck you blind.”
To prove his bold declaration, he slammed into Tracy, pushing deep enough for her to feel his balls pressed against her skin. After giving her just a few seconds to adjust to the invasion, Francis placed her legs over his shoulder, spreading her wide.
As promised, he did not make love to her. He fucked her as would a beast in heat, until she saw spots.
