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“Don’t move, baby.” I curl my finger inside her and hit just the right spot. She grips the pillow with both hands on either side of her head. “Let me do all the work,” I say. I kiss the inside of one thigh, then the other. “I like you at my mercy. Completely open so I can do whatever I like to this pussy.” Frankie knows my mischievous grin. Her mouth gapes open.
“What—what are you going to do?” she asks. I sense the urgency and excitement growing within her. I stretch out across the bed to her bedside table, open the top drawer, and take out her mini vibrator. “You can’t,” she gasps, her face growing red with embarrassment. I flip it on, letting the humming vibrator trace along the curve of one breast, under the swell of the other in a pattern, and moving it along to the tip of one nipple, then the other.
Her breathing becomes labored, her groans louder, and I can see the slick juices pooling between her thighs. She’s the sexiest nymph I’ve ever seen. Every movement brings me closer to my own release just from watching her. As I draw the vibrator down over her stomach and hip bone, she wriggles beneath me. I pump my fingers inside her pussy. She thrashes her mass of blonde curls from side to side.
“Sweetie, please,” she pleads. I give her what she wants and press the humming vibrator on her throbbing clit while I take her mouth in a desperate kiss. I devour her with hard, punishing kisses. Her fingers dig into my scalp as she gives as good as she gets.
I feel her bucking beneath me and pull the vibrator and my fingers away. She mewls her displeasure. “Patience, baby,” I tease. I’m still on my haunches and begin to stroke myself. Her gaze is glued to my hand working my cock. “This is what you do to me.” My voice has grown husky and needy.
When Francesca slides her fingers between her legs to work her clit, I nearly come in my hand. I wrench away her hand. “That’s my pussy,” I tell her. “You come with me inside you.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?” I want to hear her say it. It fucking makes me crazy when she says it.
“Fuck me,” she moans. Those dirty words coming from my sweet girl make me want to pound my chest.
I roll the condom down over my engorged cock, then rub it through her slit. I can’t be bothered to take off her panties and rip them apart instead. It’s becoming a habit with Francesca. I’m going to need to buy a lingerie shop. “You wish is my command, princess.”
When I thrust inside her tight pussy, both of us groan our delight. I take her good leg, hold her ankle, and push it out, opening her wider so I can watch as my cock disappears inside her cunt. “Now you can play with that clit,” I growl.
She immediately strums her clit, gasping as she does. Her muscles tighten around me, and I know she’s close, but not close enough and I need her to come so I can do the same. I move her hand out of the way and slap her pussy lightly. She creams so nicely, and her body reacts beautifully to my touch.
“Again!” she begs. I give her what she needs and watch as she flies off the cliff and into the divine pleasure of her orgasm, her pussy spasming around my cock. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge, and I join her. I bury myself deep inside her, lowering my body to cover hers, careful not to crush her, sinking my teeth into her shoulder, leaving my mark on her. Her arms come around my neck to hold me to her.
“You gotta let me up, baby. I gotta get rid of this condom, and I’ve gotta clean my girl up,” I say. Reluctantly, she releases me, and I pull out of her. She shivers, so I pull the sheet over her before I go deal with the condom. I come back with a warm, wet cloth in hand, pull back the covers, ease her legs apart, and wipe her clean.
“You don’t have to do that,” she whispers.
“I want to take care of you.” Her face softens as she relaxes under my touch. I kiss her pouty lips and get rid of the cloth. “I’m going to start the shower. We’re going to have to test your ankle at some point, but I’d rather wait until we get the X-ray back. Until then, I don’t want to hear any complaints, I’m carrying you where you need to go.” I might as well put it out there. Francesca’s so independent that she might remember that she left the guest room in a state after her accident and try to clean it up.
“You have to work,” she says.
“Yeah and when I’m not here, someone else will be.”
“That’s silly. I’m becoming a nuisance.”
“Noah hasn’t met you yet, and when he hears you made lemon and raspberry tarts, the kid will come flying over here.” I caress her cheek. “And the group has been talking about you. He wants to meet the wonderful woman everyone’s talking about.” I cross my heart with my hand. “His words, not mine.”
When her face lights up, her smile fills the room with sunshine. Frankie holds her arms up and says, “Okay, shower time. And then coffee time.” Her voice grows needy. She has a coffee addiction. I have a Frankie addiction. Both work for me!
* * *
Our visit to the clinic confirms that it’s a bad sprain. She’ll need a week off her feet, then she’ll have to slowly rebuild her strength. It’ll be three to four weeks, but if the worst of it is a sprain, we have nothing to complain about.
I’m taking Frankie home when my phone rings. I gotta say, I’m a fan of Bluetooth. “What’s going on, brother?” I answer.
“Heard Francesca got hurt. Is she doing all right?” Orion asks.
“News travels fast.” I chuckle, and Frankie giggles. “Just a sprain. She’ll heal up soon enough. I’ve got you on speaker,” I advise. Orion is always cautious about what’s said over the phone, but I warn him anyway.
“Expect Vi and Willow to come by later today. Gabby has invited herself along. Alexander’s hanging out with his dad,” he says proudly. I would never have believed what a good father Orion would be. His gruff exterior even had me fooled. Then one day, I saw him sitting at the club with his daughter in his lap and the little thing was putting pink nail polish on his fingernails. The guy is full of surprises, as is his wife. The two of them are matched to perfection.
“I have cookies,” Frankie says.
“Sure,” Orion drawls. “Give her sugar, then send her home. Is that any way to treat the guy who’s going to make Jessop pay for his misdeeds?”
Frankie’s ears perk up. I gave her the gist of the plan the other night. She balked at first. “What’s the point? I just want this all to go away. Jessop knows that if he comes back, he’ll have to face charges. Why would he do that when he’s home free now?”
