The Holy Ghost - M.E. Clayton Page 0,37

six years, I’m not about to start now, Phoenix,” she threw back. “Unfortunately for me, my love for you outweighed just how far I would let myself go in life.”

I crashed my lips down on hers and I didn’t care how sore she was or if my dick was still raw. I was going to prove to Frankie what she meant to me. I was going to honor the fact that there’s been no one else for either of us in six years. That meant something. No one in their right mind goes without sex for six years unless they are insane or so helplessly in love with someone else, it just can’t be done. Frankie and I fell into the latter category, and that meant something.

She also wasn’t fighting me. No. Her lips and hands were just as desperate as mine. I ripped her t-shirt over her head and her hands immediately went to my belt as she fumbled with freeing my dick from my slacks.

I was tearing off my dress shirt when her soft, delicate hand wrapped around my hard dick and I had to stop, close my eyes, and just savor her touch. Last night had been me taking everything I needed from her, but Frankie wrapping her hand around my dick was her giving herself over to me, and I wanted to shout to the fucking Heavens. It didn’t matter that my dick was, indeed, tender either. I just didn’t fucking care.

My knees almost buckled when I look down and Frankie was already on her knees before me. She didn’t give me a chance to even appreciate the sight before her lips were wrapped around my cock, and she was taking it down to the back of her throat. “Holy fuck,” I hissed, tangling my hands in her hair.

We looked like a couple who couldn’t wait to attack each other as I stood there in my pants only and Frankie was before me in her jeans and pink bra. The scene looked desperate, but then, I suppose that’s what we were.

We were desperate for each other.

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” I groaned. “Suck my cock deep.” Frankie immediately slapped her palms on my thighs and opened wide, so I could fuck that pretty little face of hers.

And I did.

I tightened my hold in her hair and started fucking her mouth with no mercy. Her gagging sounds were like music to my fucking ears and it was better than everything I had done to her last night. It was better because she was initiating this. She was giving herself to me.

It was sad to say, it hadn’t taken me long before I started to feel that tingling in the base of my balls. Watching her take my dick down her throat was too much of a turn on. “Jesus fucking Christ, you look hot as fuck when you take dick, baby,” I praised. “So hot, I’m about to cum down your throat.”

Frankie moaned and the vibrations were enough to make me shoot off. I pushed my dick as far as it could go and roared as I spilled my seed down her throat. I was briefly conscience of the fact that she might not able to breath, so I pulled out, my cum still shooting out on her chin, neck and the swell of her tits.

She looked down and I barked, “Don’t!” She looked up at me, eyes tearful and lips swollen. “Leave it there,” I told her. “I want to fuck you covered in my cum, Francesca.”

Her eyes flared and my deflating dick twitched.

I hauled her up by her arms and shoved her over the back of the couch. I heard her hiss out her approval, and my mind was on the verge of fucking exploding as I took in all the damage I had done to her last night. Frankie was bruised and battered everywhere, and I couldn’t wait to do it all over again. She was marked everywhere, and the insecure bastard in me wanted to howl with the knowledge.

I unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down, panties and all. When I had her face down over the couch in nothing but her bra, I dropped to my knees, spread her ass wide and licked that sweet tasting pussy of hers from clit to hole.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered. “Phoenix…”

“Take off your bra,” I instructed between swipes. “I want you completely naked when I fuck the shit out of you.” I didn’t bother to check if she