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I move so I’m kneeling between his legs. But I don’t jump straight into putting his dick in my mouth. I begin by dragging my nails down his stomach and groin and inner thighs. A little teasing is always a good thing to build up anticipation, so I do it again, this time in reverse.
Before gliding down his body, I lean forward to suck one of his nipples into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it and finish it off by gently biting and tugging it.
I lick my lips and grasp the thick base of his cock in my hand. Damn, he really is hung.
My mouth hovers over the tip. Not because I’m scared. I want him to feel my warm breath. I want him to anticipate my mouth sliding down on it. I want him on pins and needles because he wants it so badly that he’ll do anything to feel my mouth on him.
I slowly drag my tongue over the tip, and his whole body convulses. The liquid on the tip tastes salty and maybe a little metallic. I don’t dislike it. In fact, I may even like the way his precum tastes.
I lick every side, base to tip, and the loud groan I hear when I take him into my mouth lets me know I’m doing a good job. “Ohhh… fuck, Frankee. Feels like you’re taking it down your throat.”
I smile despite having a mouthful of dick. I’m thrilled to be giving him this much pleasure.
He runs his fingers through my hair while my head bobs, like he’s petting me. Giving me praise for a job well done. “I knew you’d look beautiful like this.”
I lift my eyes and make contact with his. And that’s all it takes to finish him off. “I’m about to come. You need to stop now if you don’t want me to do it in your mouth.”
Shit. I don’t know if I want him to do it my mouth. I haven’t done this before, so I’ve not thought that far in advance.
I can’t do it. At least not this time. I need more experience before I try that.
I stop sucking, and Porter grunts/moans/groans as cum shoots out on my chin and neck and chest. “Ohhh… fuck, Frankee.” He says that a lot.
He releases his hold on my head, and I sit back on my heels, my upper body covered in his semen. Porter looks at it, I think admiring his work, before stretching across the bed to grab his T-shirt. “Come here. I got you good, baby.”
He wipes me clean and then I lie down beside him. He takes my hand in his and weaves our fingers together. I love when he does that. Makes me feel special. “That was fantastic.”
“You aren’t disappointed that I didn’t swallow?”
“You gave amazing head and let me come on you. How in the world could I be disappointed?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because I’m not experienced like the other women you’ve been with.”
“I like that your only experience has been with me. I want to keep it that way.”
He says he doesn’t want anyone else to have me. I might have an idea about what that means if I weren’t leaving in ten weeks. But I am leaving.
This is about sex. Hot sex. Not falling in love. Neither of us can afford to forget that.
Frankee and I stayed up until three in the morning. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. Not when she was wearing that sexy-as-fuck lingerie.
I’ve never seen anyone wear anything like that. Sure, I’ve watched porn and seen it on those women, but never on a real-life woman. And never one in my bed.
Frankee is like my very own porno princess.
I gave her six orgasms last night—one an hour. I’ve never done that before. Not that I don’t have the ability. I’ve just never been inclined to.
“Frankee.”
She doesn't stir. Not even a little. I shake her shoulder this time. “Frankee. Wake up, baby. I have to go.”
She rolls to her back and slowly opens her eyes. “Someone fucked me into next week. You'll have to check back with me when it comes around to see if I can wake up.”
“You don't have to get up, but I do have to go.”
“No. Don't go. Staaaay.” She has no idea how badly I want to.
At some point during the night, Frankee washed off her makeup, and I’m seeing her for the first time without cosmetics. It’s confirmed. She’s a natural beauty and doesn’t need that garbage on her face.
“I wish I could stay in this bed with you all day, but I promised Stout I'd help him move his stuff to his new house today. I was supposed to be there already, but I couldn’t bear to leave when you looked so beautiful in my bed.”
I already know he’s going to give me shit for being late.
“Wait a minute… before you go.”
Frankee dashes to the bathroom, still wearing her porno princess attire from last night. That is one convenient getup. I hope she has more of those.
She returns from the bathroom with her hair twisted into a topknot. I don’t know what it is that makes that so damn sexy.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and lowers herself to straddle me on the bed. “Kiss me before you go.”
Her mouth is minty. And hungry, based on the way she devours my mouth and neck. “Is this your plan for tempting me to stay?”
Her hands are working to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. “No. This is.”
I lift both of us from the bed and push my jeans down my thighs. “One more time, porno princess, and that’s it. I have to go.”
I grab a condom from the drawer and roll it on. “All set.”
She sinks down hard and groans when I’m balls deep inside her. She holds my shoulders and rides me, sliding her pussy up and down my cock. I’d love to feel her come around my cock one more time.
“Roll your pelvis forward when you come down.” I grasp her hips and guide her movements. “That’s it. Just like that.”
Once she has the hang of it, I move my hand between her legs and rub her clit.
“You are so good at that.”
She squeezes my shoulders and presses her forehead to mine. “Ohhh… yes, yes, yes.”
Her entire body quivers, and her pussy tightens around my cock. And it’s my undoing. “Fuck, yes.”
I buck, slamming my pelvis into Frankee’s, and her hold on me tightens. We are getting good at this coming together thing.
I grab her face and kiss her hard. “You have sucked me dry. I don’t think I have one sperm left in my body. Every single one of them is swimming in a latex balloon in the trash.”
“You’re tapping out?”
“I guess I am.”
“Such an old man.”
I palm her breast and pinch her nipple. “Do you have more of these getups?”
She shakes her head. “No. I could only afford one.”
“I’m going to leave you a credit card on the bar. Order more of these. All kinds. Buy enough of them to surprise me in a different one every day for the next two weeks. And order anything else you think we might need to try.”
“I’ll need to ship it here. I don’t want my parents intercepting any of it.”
“That’s a good idea.” Scott would kill me if he found out Frankee was wearing porno panties for me.
I smack her bare ass. “Up. I gotta go, baby.”
She rises and slides off my dick. “I’m going to be away for two days. Don’t forget our agreement. No other women.”
Frankee forgets that I’ve been playing the field for a long time. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that I’ve never found a woman half as desirable as her. “I don’t want anyone else as long as I have you.”
“Good answer.” She kisses my mouth one last time. “I’m going to shower before I go. Do I need to do anything special about locking up?”
“Don’t worry with the alarm. I’ll show you another time how to arm and disarm it.”
“Okay. I guess I’ll see you Monday then.”
I hate leaving her. I wish we could have the rest of the weekend together. But I also hate leaving things as they are without any kind of discussion concerning communication for the rest of the weekend.
The shower is already running when I go back into the bedroom. “Want to text me
later?”
“Yeah. I can do that.”
“Okay. Drive carefully. And remember our agreement. No other guys.”
“I’ll remember.”
I take out one of my credit cards and leave it beside her purse on the bar. I go to the drawer where I keep spare keys and grab one of the extras for the condo.
I scribble out a note for Frankee.
Porno Princess,
I had a wonderful time last night. And again this morning.
I’m already anxious for more. I’m eager to see what other kinds of surprises you choose for us.
I’m also leaving you a key to the condo. I think you’ll be needing it over the next several weeks.
Yours,
Magic Mouth
I find Stout in the dining room of his new house. “Well, I’m here, motherfucker. What do you need me to do?”
“I just love how you show up after I’ve already unloaded everything from the truck.”
I guess I am sort of a dick for showing up two hours late, but it was hard as fuck leaving Frankee. Harder than it should have been. “I was doing shit.”
“I know what kind of shit you’re doing—just not who you’re doing it with.”
Frankee and I must not be doing an awful job at keeping our relationship a secret if my own best friend hasn’t figured it out. “You don’t know anything.”
“Why so secretive? Is she fugly?”
No. That is one thing she is not.
