from the exertion of the mind-blowing orgasm. Jeez, I’d never have to work out if I kept Franklin around.
I was about to turn off the water when the shower door slid open, then closed. A heavy hand splayed across my abdomen, yanking my rear against an erection that begged for attention. A sharp nip on my ear and hot breath on my neck set my skin ablaze.
“Fuck, I can’t keep my hands off you,” he groaned, and pulled me tighter against him, roping one arm around my waist and the other across my breasts. Instinctively I arched, savoring the weight of his arm on my chest and the evidence of his arousal on my backside.
“Then don’t,” I managed to utter.
Franklin trailed kisses across my jaw, down my neck, and across my shoulder. With adept hands, he massaged my breasts, rolled the peaks between his fingers, rubbed his hardened sex across the slickness of my butt.
“Last night was torture,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. I turned to find him staring down at me, his desire radiant through heavy lids. “All I could think about was ravishing you.” His tongue rolled across his bottom lip and a crooked smile, full of hellfire, made an appearance just before he crushed his mouth to mine.
It dangled on the verge of painful, the way he claimed me, stole my breath, crushed our bodies together. My blood, my skin burned. I kissed him back. Hard. Hungry. Greedy. I was a lucky girl. For one more moment, this beautiful creature was mine. This beast of a man could eat me alive, and I would let him. No more worrying about tomorrow. I wanted more of him. However I could get it.
He kissed me until my lips ached, then moved to my chest and worshipped my breasts with fervent discipline. I moaned when he drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked. He groaned in response.
Blood pounded through my body with a thunderous intensity. My insides throbbed, clenched, begged for mercy. As if attuned to my need, he plunged two fingers deep between my legs, found my entrance and penetrated me. He pulled them out, massaged between my legs, and slid them back in.
“You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.”
Franklin knelt, guided my leg over his shoulder, and with master skill, worked me into a carnal frenzy. With his fingers deep inside me, Franklin Reed did things with his mouth I didn’t know were possible. I came with such intense shudders, my leg collapsed beneath me.
Solid arms held me steady until my brain and muscles reconnected. He helped me stand and pinned me to the wall, clasping my hands above my head. I was sure he could read the shock on my face when he pushed his erection between my legs, grazing the sensitive tissue he’d just ravished.
Lips lowered to mine, he asked, “Trust me?”
Like I had a choice. No way was I strong enough to fight him off if I didn’t. No way did I want him to stop whatever he had planned. I was no longer in my own head. My body and brain had disconnected. I was a puppet and Franklin pulled the strings.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, then moved to whisper in my ear. “I can’t wait to bury myself in you. Claim every bit of that sweet pussy and make it mine. Fill you until there’s absolutely nothing between us.” He forced his erection deeper between my legs. I ground my pubic bone against the thickness. I couldn’t stop myself. The friction triggered ripples of pleasure and I wanted more.
Letting go of my arms, he clenched my hips and thrust hard, over and over. Each time, grinding against me. He was fucking me. Fucking the fleshy meat between my thighs. It was so damned erotic, another orgasm already threatened to tear me apart. When he came, when his semen dripped down my legs, I bit my lip and buried my face in his chest, to keep from screaming out with the force of my own release.
* * * *
I was left alone to finish my shower. The man rocked my world, then strutted away, naked, wet, and oozing confidence. He returned moments later wearing jeans, beads of water across his
I was about to turn off the water when the shower door slid open, then closed. A heavy hand splayed across my abdomen, yanking my rear against an erection that begged for attention. A sharp nip on my ear and hot breath on my neck set my skin ablaze.
“Fuck, I can’t keep my hands off you,” he groaned, and pulled me tighter against him, roping one arm around my waist and the other across my breasts. Instinctively I arched, savoring the weight of his arm on my chest and the evidence of his arousal on my backside.
“Then don’t,” I managed to utter.
Franklin trailed kisses across my jaw, down my neck, and across my shoulder. With adept hands, he massaged my breasts, rolled the peaks between his fingers, rubbed his hardened sex across the slickness of my butt.
“Last night was torture,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. I turned to find him staring down at me, his desire radiant through heavy lids. “All I could think about was ravishing you.” His tongue rolled across his bottom lip and a crooked smile, full of hellfire, made an appearance just before he crushed his mouth to mine.
It dangled on the verge of painful, the way he claimed me, stole my breath, crushed our bodies together. My blood, my skin burned. I kissed him back. Hard. Hungry. Greedy. I was a lucky girl. For one more moment, this beautiful creature was mine. This beast of a man could eat me alive, and I would let him. No more worrying about tomorrow. I wanted more of him. However I could get it.
He kissed me until my lips ached, then moved to my chest and worshipped my breasts with fervent discipline. I moaned when he drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked. He groaned in response.
Blood pounded through my body with a thunderous intensity. My insides throbbed, clenched, begged for mercy. As if attuned to my need, he plunged two fingers deep between my legs, found my entrance and penetrated me. He pulled them out, massaged between my legs, and slid them back in.
“You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.”
Franklin knelt, guided my leg over his shoulder, and with master skill, worked me into a carnal frenzy. With his fingers deep inside me, Franklin Reed did things with his mouth I didn’t know were possible. I came with such intense shudders, my leg collapsed beneath me.
Solid arms held me steady until my brain and muscles reconnected. He helped me stand and pinned me to the wall, clasping my hands above my head. I was sure he could read the shock on my face when he pushed his erection between my legs, grazing the sensitive tissue he’d just ravished.
Lips lowered to mine, he asked, “Trust me?”
Like I had a choice. No way was I strong enough to fight him off if I didn’t. No way did I want him to stop whatever he had planned. I was no longer in my own head. My body and brain had disconnected. I was a puppet and Franklin pulled the strings.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, then moved to whisper in my ear. “I can’t wait to bury myself in you. Claim every bit of that sweet pussy and make it mine. Fill you until there’s absolutely nothing between us.” He forced his erection deeper between my legs. I ground my pubic bone against the thickness. I couldn’t stop myself. The friction triggered ripples of pleasure and I wanted more.
Letting go of my arms, he clenched my hips and thrust hard, over and over. Each time, grinding against me. He was fucking me. Fucking the fleshy meat between my thighs. It was so damned erotic, another orgasm already threatened to tear me apart. When he came, when his semen dripped down my legs, I bit my lip and buried my face in his chest, to keep from screaming out with the force of my own release.
* * * *
I was left alone to finish my shower. The man rocked my world, then strutted away, naked, wet, and oozing confidence. He returned moments later wearing jeans, beads of water across his
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