Dominated: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 4) (10 page)

“Then you’d better stop messing with my pussy,” Frank said, undoing the close of his jeans and tugging down both boxers and pants until his cock sprung free.

Eleanor’s fingers stilled. Her eyes went ridiculously wide, and Frank wasn’t sure whether to be flattered, amused or concerned.

He knew he was a large man, too large for some women, and he suddenly wondered whether Eleanor would still want him. He couldn’t remember a time when the first few moments of penetration weren’t difficult. He was just too thick. But Eleanor had seemed to enjoy a little pain with her pleasure. Perhaps she would relish that bit of difficulty when they first came together, as flesh strained to accommodate flesh.

Or maybe she would take one look at the gun he was really packing and change her mind.

He had to find out before it was too late to call a halt to what they’d started.

“You want me to fuck you with this cock?” he asked quietly, letting her know with his eyes that she could call this off now if she wanted, and he wouldn’t fault her.

“I think I can handle it.”

“I didn’t ask if you could handle it, I asked if you wanted—”

“I want you inside me so badly, I feel like I’m about to lose my mind,” she said as she moved her fingers very deliberately lower, spreading her lips wide open, exposing the slick entrance to her body.

“Then show me,” he said, determined to draw out their mutual anticipation, to resist the temptation to guide his aching length into the glistening pink cleft she had made so vulnerable to him.

“How?”

“Suck me,” He pulled his shirt over his head, shocked to find that she was already on her hands and knees in front of him by the time he threw the fabric to the floor.

Without the slightest hesitation she pulled her hair to one side, angling her head so that he could watch her lips part around the end of his cock. She had to open her jaw wide to fit even his head inside, but soon he was encased in the heat of her welcoming mouth. It became more and more difficult to take a deep breath as she circled him with her tongue, teasing the sensitive flesh around his hood, lapping away the pre-cum that leaked from his tip.

“God, woman,” he gasped as her hands gripped the flesh of his ass, fingernails digging into his buttocks as she pulled him deeper. Slowly, she began to rock in time with the shallow thrusts of his hips, the heart shape of her ass bouncing as her whole body became involved in taking more and more of him down her throat.

Frank’s balls were throbbing and swollen, his sac heavy with the need to come, but he fought the urge until a metallic taste rose in his mouth. She hadn’t come yet, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to lose control until he’d worked his cock inside her tight little pussy. He needed to feel her body clench around him, needed to look into her eyes and watch bliss overtake her as they made love.

It
would
be making love; he had no doubt about it. He was crazy about this woman. No matter how quickly the emotion had taken root, he had no doubt that it was real, and would stand the test of time.

“Enough,” he said, his heart and groin both clutching as she rolled her eyes up to meet his. “I need to fuck my pussy.”

She smiled as she pulled away from his cock and came to her knees in front of him. He met the lips she offered, relishing the taste of him still lingering in her mouth as his tongue swept against hers. Without breaking their kiss, he freed himself of his jeans and shoes before scooping Eleanor up and hoisting her against him, chest to chest, with her legs around his waist.

He stood and aimed them both toward the door in the far corner. It looked like the door to a bedroom, and that was exactly where he wanted to be—and hopefully remain for at least a few days.

“Frank, please,” she begged, wiggling in his arms until her pussy slid up and down his engorged length. She was doing her best to impale herself on him as he walked and it was driving him insane.

“If you don’t want to get fucked against this wall, you’d better stop it.”

“Fuck me against the wall, Frank. Please fuck me—”

Frank spun to his left, pressing her back against the wallpaper, reaching between them long enough to position his cock and thrust inside.

“God, Frank, oh yes,” she gasped, though her body tensed as his thick head worked through the entrance to her body. It was a snug fit, even with her prepared for him.

“Am I hurting you?” Frank groaned, fearing that he wouldn’t be able to stop if they kept at this much longer. Hell, he might not be able to stop now. She felt so amazing, like a fantasy come to life, the perfect match he had never let himself dream might exist after the death of his wife.

“No, you’re perfect. Perfect,” she said, echoing his thoughts as her hands smoothed down the sides of his face. She stared into his eyes with a look that read all the secrets of his heart. In the caramel-brown depths of her gaze he saw everything he’d ever dreamed of—an amazing woman who wasn’t afraid to give him access to every part of her, body and soul.

He thrust his hips sharply up and in, filling her completely in one swift movement. She cried out as the head of his cock bumped the end of her passage, but the sound wasn’t one of pain, but pleasure.

“Yes.” Her legs wrapped tightly around him, pulling him impossibly deeper.

“I want my pussy to come, I want to feel you come on my cock, baby,” he said, bringing his hands to her nipples, pinching and twisting as he nudged at her clit with shallow thrusts of his pelvis. His entire length lay buried within her, but with a shift of his hips he could stimulate the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. He wanted to take her over the edge like that, to feel her grip him while his cock was held snugly inside her heat.

She sighed, her lips trembling against his as she began to meet his thrusts with grinding circles of her own. She climaxed seconds later, head thrown back, crying her release to the rafters of the twenty-foot ceiling. Her pussy pulsed and throbbed around his length as Eleanor clung to him, biting her lip.

“Don’t bite yourself, bite me,” Frank breathed, unable to resist the urge to thrust inside her. “Bite me.”

He started off slowly, pulling out until the tip of his cock was at the entrance to her body before sliding slowly back in. Eleanor obeyed his command, digging her teeth into the muscle of his shoulder with enough force to make him hiss in his next breath.

With a sound of surrender he began to plunge in and out, hard and deep, claiming her with a wild abandon. Soon the sound of skin slapping against skin and the grunts they both made as they came together were all he could hear. His pulse pounded in his ears, the sweet, musky scent of her arousal filled his head, and when she came a second time, screaming his name, Frank joined her with a fierce cry of his own.

He groaned against her lips as his cock twitched and pulsed inside her, his orgasm continuing long past the point when his seed had been spilled.

“Oh my God,” she whispered as the pleasure abated and they both fought to catch their breath. “That was…”

“Holy.” The word was out of his mouth before he could think twice. It wasn’t a word he used in everyday conversation, but it was the only word that fit. It had been sacred, the coming together of their bodies an erotic covenant that he would never dishonor.

“Yes, it was,” she whispered.

“Thank you.”

She cocked her head. “For what?”

“For giving me another chance at all of you. After the other night I would never have been able to settle for less. So…thank you. I promise you won’t regret it.” Those had been a lot of vulnerable words for a man like him, but he could tell they were worth the discomfort they had cost him to speak aloud.

Her smile lit up every inch of his soul, and he dared to look forward to his future in a way he hadn’t thought he would again.

“Thank you for being man enough to handle all that I am.”

He grinned. “You’re welcome.”

“I’m not on any birth control, by the way,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“You’re mine. I’ll take care of you and any children we might have.”

She glanced up at him through her thick lashes. “Would you want more children?”

“I’d love the chance at another son.”

“Or daughter,” she said, looping her arms easily around his neck, seemingly in no more rush than he to separate their bodies or move away from the wall.

“I would worry about our daughter if she were half as beautiful as her mother.”

“That’s sweet,” she said, gaze softening. “Corny, but sweet.”

“Corny, huh?” he grumbled. “So I should stick to telling you how to please me in bed?”

“No, I like the corny stuff.” She winked. “And the telling me how to please you in bed.”

“Then why don’t you go into the bedroom and bend over the edge of the bed. I want to fuck my beautiful pussy from behind.” He pulled his already thickening cock from her body and gently let her slide to the floor.

“Yes, sir.” She smiled, standing on tip-toe to press a sweet kiss to his lips before scampering toward the bedroom with a giggle that made him grin.

“I like the way my ass jiggles when you run,” he called after her.

“I like the way it jiggles when you fuck me,” she said from the other room.

By the time he reached the door Frank was running to catch up with her, certain for the first time in years that there was a love story in his future.

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