Page 136 of Summer Breakdown
Frankie stays perfectly still.
“Beg better.”
Jasmine let out a sharp, frustrated breath through her nose, her fingers digging into Frankie’s arms. Her eyes are dark, smouldering like she’s planning a retaliation down to the exact flick of her tongue.
Then, after a long, long moment, she grinds out, “Please.”
Frankie beams, delighted, pressing a kiss to the sharp line of Jasmine’s jaw. She moves slightly, watching the way Jasmine’s relaxes.
“Oh,” she whispers, her lips against hers now. “You can do so much better than that.”
Jasmine let out a low, wrecked noise, her head pressing hard against the pillow, her body quivering with desperation.
Frankie lets her wait. Seated deep inside her, thumb against her clit but not moving beyond Jasmine’s thighs twitching.
Let’s her ache for it.
Then, sharp, blushed, wrecked— a little furious.
“Fuck you.”
Frankie rolls her lips to stop from laughing. She’s so cute. Frankie drags her teeth along Jasmine’s pulse, humming at the thrums steadily.
“You really think you’re still in charge here?”
Jasmine scowls, her nails digging into Frankie’s skin. Her frustration palpable and delicious.
“I’m—I can’t think—“
“That’s a whole lot of words that aren’t please, pretty girl.”
Frankie kisses her again. Her tongue stroking her top lip. All deep and possessive. Then, her lips still brushing against Jasmine’s, she whispers.
“Try again.”
Jasmine’s entire body shudders and Frankie’s about to win.
“Please,” she whispers, and Frankie moves just slightly. Jasmine holds Frankie close as if that means Frankie won’t see her come apart. As if Frankie doesn’t have a sketchbook laced with the expressions of Jasmine in euphoria. She kisses her once.
“Frankie,” Jasmine begs. “Please.”
And finally—finally—she gives it to her.
Frankie smiles as Jasmine comes a second time. It’s harder than before, her whole body clamping down. She presses deeper, hips grinding against her hard, and comes with a low, wrecked groan. Jasmine’s entire body shudders through it, her hand against Frankie’s waist as if she might disappear otherwise.
Frankie stays there—buried inside her, until the world slows back down.
Jasmine’s head hits the pillow, and Frankie wants to make her come again.
“I wanted to fuck you with it,” Jasmine pants. “I’ve been conned.”
“You can’t even see yet and you’re being rude to me.”
Jasmine laughs, she’s sweaty and pink in the cheeks and Frankie’s favourite thing of all time. “You’re in so much trouble.”
Frankie smiles. “Promise?”
“Take it off,” Jasmine says. There’s a warning tone, but Frankie’s more than willing for Jasmine to ruin her. She pushes back in, sliding to the hilt. Jasmine gasps, her eyes closing, back arching as she does. Frankie unclicks the dildo but leaves it inside her, tapping the base lightly.
