Page 70 of The Claiming

She throws her head back as I bite her neck, my teeth grazing the skin, causing her to cry out, “Oh my God.”

“God’s abandoned this fight, baby girl. The devil’s in charge now.”

I chuckle against her lips and she groans as she pulls at my t-shirt, edging it up over my abs.

I return the favor and unhook her bra, tossing our clothes to the floor before crushing her body to mine, loving how her tits graze against my chest.

“Frankie, oh my god.” Her lashes flutter against her eyes and she bites my neck in much the same way and as I fumble with her jeans, she does the same to me. It’s frantic, desperate and such a bad decision, but I couldn’t give a fuck. I want her and she wants me and it was always going to be inevitable, anyway.

We are soon naked and I swear I have never seen a more glorious sight and I tug her from the couch and lead her swiftly into my bedroom, the tequila bottle in my other hand.

I push her roughly down onto the bed and as she falls, I sit astride her, gazing down at her naked beauty before tipping droplets of tequila over her puckered skin.

She arches her back and offers me a taste, and as I drag my tongue over her skin, I push my fingers inside her wet pussy. She is so turned on and I curl my fingers deeper, brushing against her G spot, causing her to shake in my arms.

I suck her breast in my mouth and pump my fingers in hard, and then she surprises me by pushing me to the side and returning the favor. As she straddles me, her legs on either side, her sodden pussy presses against my hard cock and she bites her bottom lip and groans.

I have never seen such a magnificent sight and stare in awe at the goddess giving me the most glorious lap dance.

She throws her head back and her soft moans cause my cock to jerk with impatience.

She stares deep into my eyes and whispers, “Condom.”

“Are you sure, baby girl?” For some reason I have to ask because a revenge fuck isn’t really what I had in mind for our first time.

“Fuck yes.” An impish grin lights her face, and I nod to the table by my bed.

“In the drawer.”

She leans across and her tits brush against my skin and as she retrieves the silver packet, she tears it apart with her teeth.

“Fuck. I’m in love.” I groan as she smirks and then with one hand sheaths my aching cock and then reaches for the tequila with the other.

I gaze in admiration as she takes a swig and then, leaning down, fastens her lips to mine as she spills the contents into my mouth.

I am so turned on I can’t breathe and then she shifts, pushing my cock deep inside her pussy, screaming my name as she brings it home. “Frankie! Oh my God!”

Words can’t describe how it feels to be inside this woman. She is riding my cock with such pleasure I can’t take my eyes off her. She holds her hands around my neck and pushes down deeper, the pressure on two parts of my anatomy at the same time – blowing my mind.

Her clit drags against my shaft and her eyes are bright as she fucks me hard, dragging out her pleasure.

It’s too much, so I spin her around and push in harder, as her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me in deeper, allowing me to pound faster, nailing her to the mattress as I claim her as mine.

THIRTY-FOUR

CASSIE

I am delirious with lust. I can’t even think straight. I wanted Frankie so badly I didn’t recognize myself. I seized control and took what I wanted despite him. It was a simmering pot that reached boiling point and I couldn’t think of anything else.

He is fucking me hard and yet it’s still not enough. I want more. Ineedmore.

I’m in control of myself. I want this more than anything and I am taking what I’m owed. Frankie has been playing with my emotions since I got here and this was always going to be on my terms. I’m not one of the girls he usually fucks with. I am Cassandra King and I’m in charge of my life. Not him. Not Jack and not my parents. I do what the fuck I want and who I want and there is no shame in that.

I never realized the power of a fuck before. That one time with Jack was different. Curiosity more than anything else. This is different. This time I made the decision because I wanted to. I wanted Frankie, so I took him.

It feels good as I slide along his cock, the pleasure thrumming through my body, lighting it from the inside.

I claw at his back, loving the sweat that glides between my fingers, the sticky residue from the tequila painting my skin in wicked abandonment.

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