Page 49 of Love Overdose: St. Louis

“You want more?”

“More, more, mooooore.”

His dick dragged my pussy back and forth, beating her down like she owed him some money. He sucked off my tongue and bit my bottom lip, then sucked it equally as hard. Down my chin to my neck, he sucked me there and stroked me harder, deeper. I meant to warn him I was coming, but I was too delirious to utter words. I creamed down his shaft, my pussy sucking him like a suction cup.

“Fuck!” he shouted, piping me without pause.

The orgasm rolled through me with deep vigor, pulling from behind my stomach. My pussy contracted around him while I clung to his shoulders and floated like I was flying in suspension with no parachute.

Elijah buried himself deep and came with my name rough against my neck.

“Frankieeee…”

We held each other tight for several moments; neither of us moved. Our breathing filled the room, then he bit into my neck and growled. I shuddered and purred, tightening my legs around his waist. He lifted his head to look at me, my skin between his teeth pinching me ever so slightly as he released my flesh.

The tenderness in his eyes matched the tenderness in my heart, making me feel more exposed than my naked body. He kissed me deeply, then left the bed to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he carried water and a warm cloth.

“You don’t have to do all that,” I said.

He cleaned me gently without responding, then handed me the glass. I drank while he climbed into bed beside me. His arm came around my waist and drew me against his chest. I rested my cheek over his heartbeat.

“That was…” I began.

“The beginning,” he answered.

I smiled. “When will we reach the end?”

His fingers moved along my spine. “There is no end. You’re mine now.”

8

elijah

7:24 A.M.

Sunday

Frankie slept with one leg draped across mine and her cheek resting over my heart. Her satin nightgown had twisted around her waist sometime during the night, leaving the curve of her ass exposed beneath my hand. I woke up twenty minutes ago and had only moved long enough to brush my teeth and return.

Morning light slipped through the gap in my curtains, stretching across the bed in a pale stripe. The room smelled like her perfume, sex, and the body oil that had made every inch of her skin smooth beneath my hands.

I went to sleep satisfied. I woke up wanting her again. Frankie shifted against me. Her thigh moved higher, brushing dangerously close to my dick, and my body responded before she opened her eyes.

A soft breath left her lips.

“Good morning,” I said.

Her fingers flexed against my chest. “It’s morning already?”

“It is.”

“I don’t accept that.”

A smile moved across my mouth. “Would you like me to speak to someone about it?”

“Yes. Tell them I need three more hours.”

“I’ll make a call.”