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My fucking name. Because I wanted to make suresheknew who was pleasuring her.
There was no way in hell I was letting her muffle her satisfaction of being eaten out for the first time. By fucking me. Maybe we were supposed to stay on the first floor, but someone in the attic would have heard her coming.
When she finally slumped on the unforgiving wood, I kissed her pussy gently, then stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My whiskers were coated in her stickiness.
She stared up at me with a wide-eyed, sated expression. Her one tit was out and I was between her parted, whisker burned thighs.
Taking her hand, I pulled her up so we were almost chest to chest.
“You good?” I asked.
She nodded, licked her lips. “More,” she whispered.
I liked that answer a hell of a lot.
“Undo my jeans, cherry. Take out the dick that’s gonna fuck that tight little pussy for the first time.”
I didn’t imagine all virgins were clueless and naive about sex, but I never expected one to be like Francesca. Eager. Right fucking there with me.
Her deft hands made quick work of my jeans, pushing them and my boxers down just enough for my dick to spring free. All nine inches.
Yeah, I wasn’t embarrassed if any of the other fuckers here watched because I knew none of them could measure up. Literally.
“Holy shit.”
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FRANKIE
Holy shit.
I had my first man-made orgasm sprawled out on a dining room table. And I wanted more.
My pussy ached after being stretched by Shep’s fingers, but now, staring at his dick, I knew that had been nothing compared to what was going to happen next.
He was big. Really big.
I hadn’t seen a dick in real life before. Only in porn or really filthy movies. But nothing compared to what Shep had been packing in his jeans.
Baby arm. Baseball bat. Beer can. So manypossible comparisons but none of them were right. Because it was actually nice looking. Weird to say, but besides thick and long, it had a flared head that had pre-cum sliding down it.
God gave him that dick, but I was the one that made it hard. Me. Frankie Waller, who still had some grease under her fingernails and never wore makeup or a dress.
Shep obviously liked what he saw. And tasted. He got right up in there and–
That had been amazing.
Like I told him, I wanted more.
I swiped my thumb over the little slit, caught the pearly fluid, then looked up. Shep’s eyes met mine. They were darker than before. His jaw was clenched and his cheeks, beneath his scruff, was flushed.
“This for me?” I asked, looking up at him through my lashes.
His dark gaze met mine, then flicked to my lips. “Every drop, cherry. Ready for it?”
We might have been in someone else’s house, but I felt like we were in a little bubble of just the two of us.
I nodded.
