Page 56 of Tempting Frankie
“You feel so good,” he growls, his voice rough with exertion. “So tight and wet for me.”
I can barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. Every nerve ending is on fire. My whole world narrowed down to the point where our bodies connect. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by my desperate moans and Alexander's grunts.
Suddenly, his hands leave my hips. Before I can mourn the loss, he's reaching around, cupping my breasts. His palms are rough against my sensitive skin, fingers pinching and rolling my nipples. The new sensations have me crying out, pushing back harder against him.
“That's it,” Alexander growls, using my breasts as leverage to pull me back onto his cock. “Take it all, sweetheart. Show me how much you love my dick splitting you open.”
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of release. But it's not quite enough. I need just a little more.
As if reading my mind, Alexander shifts, changing the angle of his thrusts. The head of his cock drags against that spot inside me, and stars explode behind my eyelids.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chant, my voice high and desperate. “Right there, don't stop. Please don't stop!”
Alexander redoubles his efforts, pounding into me with bruising force. The dual sensations of fullness and the slight pain have me spiraling higher and higher.
“That's it,” he growls, his voice strained. “Cum for me, Francesca. Let me feel that pussy squeezing my cock.”
His words are the final push I need. The tension that's been building snaps, and I'm coming harder than I ever have before. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
I feel that gush of fluid between my legs. I'm squirting, soaking Alexander's cock and thighs, leaving a puddle on the floor beneath us.
“Fuck, yes,” Alexander groans, his hips stuttering against me. “That's it, baby. Soak my cock with that juicy pussy.”
His thrusts become erratic as I come down from my orgasm, aftershocks still rippling through me. I'm boneless, barely able to hold myself up as he chases his own release. His fingers dig into my skin, pulling me back onto him.
“Fuck, I'm gonna cum,” he growls, his voice strained. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy full, and I can feel it. You’re gonna be carrying my baby by the end of tonight.”
“Yes,” I moan, pushing back against him. “Please, cum inside me. I need it. I love feeling your cum all up in me. Breed me, Daddy.”
With a guttural groan, Alexander slams into me one final time. I feel him pulsing inside me, flooding me with his release. The sensation triggers another small orgasm, and I clench around him, milking every last drop.
We stay like that for a moment, both panting heavily. Then Alexander slowly pulls out, and I whimper at the loss. I feel hiscum trickling down my thighs as I collapse onto the floor, utterly spent.
Alexander follows suit, flopping down beside me with a groan. “Jesus Christ, Francesca,” he pants, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair.
I manage a weak laugh, too blissed out to form proper words. We lie there in silence for a few minutes, catching our breath. The hardwood floor is cool against my overheated skin.
Finally, Alexander shifts, wincing slightly as he moves. “Fuck,” he mutters, rubbing his leg. “I didn't think this one through. Should've moved to the bigger rug. My knees are going to be bruised to hell.”
I can't help but giggle at his grumbling. “Poor baby,” I tease, finding enough energy to prop myself up on one elbow. “Want me to kiss them better?”
He shoots me a heated look that makes my insides clench before chuckling, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The tender gesture makes my heart flutter. “Come on,” he says softly. “Let's move this to the bedroom. I'm too old to be sleeping on hardwood floors.”
I sigh dramatically, but allow him to help me to my feet. As we stumble toward the room on shaky legs, I can't help but smile, then frown.
Unequivocally, I know that I love him.
That I’m in love with him and I don’t fucking know what to do about it.
So I do what I always do and pack it away into a box with a lid in my mind and consider it a problem for the future.
Delulu is the solulu, as Kat would say.
Chapter 19
Alexander
Iloosen my tie, suddenly feeling suffocated. The office that used to be my sanctuary now feels like a gilded cage. All I want is to be back at that cabin with her, where we could just be Alexander and Francesca. No titles, no expectations.
