The Promise (The 'Burg #5)(137)
He slid it deeper and asked, “What else you got planned, Frankie?”
“Well,” she whispered, and he pushed in deeper, then pulled out and gave it back and again and again so her hands quit clenching his ass and dragged up his back. “I have the chocolate sauce.”
“Saw that, honey.”
“And Mrs. Zambino has the ingredients for the cake I’m gonna bake later.”
He kept f**king her with his finger, looking into her eyes, feeling his dick begin to ache, watching her get excited, feeling it coat his finger as he said, “I’ll look forward to that.”
“She also has all the stuff for the dinner I’m gonna make you later. A deux, just you and me. I called Theresa and she and Vinnie are happy to wait to celebrate with you on the weekend.”
Just you and me.
Yeah.
She was kicking birthday ass.
“Sounds good,” he rumbled, continuing to thrust into her wet with his finger.
“And, of course, I bought you a present,” she went on huskily.
He drove his finger in deep, got her gasp, and noted, “Thought my present was right here.”
“I got you another one,” she breathed.
He didn’t need another one. But for her, he’d take it.
“What else, Frankie?”
She slid one hand from his back, over his stomach, and down over his hard cock, her h*ps moving with his finger, ready to move on, and he knew it when she begged, “Need you to f**k me, Benny.”
“What else you got planned, baby?”
“What do you want, honey?”
“You gonna sit on my face while you suck me off?”
Her h*ps jerked and her lips whispered, “Yeah.”
“You gonna ride me na**d while you play with your tits and clit?”
Her hand at his c**k started rubbing as she repeated a breathy, “Yeah, Benny.”
He slid his finger out, rubbed it hard over her clit, and watched her eyes roll back as a moan rolled up her throat.
“You gonna let me do anything I want to you?”
“Yes, Ben.”
“Then turn around, stay on your knees, face to the mattress, ass in the air, and give me that pu**y,” he ordered.
She did as told instantly, knees to the edge of the bed, head down, ass up, the sight of all that was her, and the flawless skin of the cheeks of her ass in that G-string nearly making him come in his pants.
He didn’t.
He got the G-string down her thighs as he pulled his c**k out, positioned, and drove it inside her.
Her head shot back, her dark, shining hair flying all over the place. He reached out, caught it, and pulled hard.
“Yes,” she said on a clipped cry.
“What you want?” he asked, driving deep and doing it hard.
“Fuck me, Benny.”
“Hard?”
“Yes.”
He drove in, stayed, and ground deep.
“My baby want it rough?” he pushed.
“Please,” she begged.
He tugged on her hair.
Her pu**y convulsed around his c**k and her h*ps started moving in opposite tandem to his so she was slamming that sweet, tight, slick cunt onto his dick.
Fucking ecstasy.
He dropped her hair but bent further over her to curl his fingers around her shoulder, and even as she powered back, he drove her into him, using his other hand to slap her thigh, making her jump.
“Faster, baby,” he ordered, his voice thick, his dick ready to explode.
He f**ked her hard as she f**ked herself fast.
“Faster,” he repeated on another slap to her thigh. Her head shot back, her body reared back, and he heard her cry out as he felt her come around his cock.
He drove her with his h*ps and hands up the bed, coming onto it on his knees, kept taking her pu**y, and not long after, hands clenching her hips, his head went back on a grunt as he thrust deep and shot himself deeper.
He’d barely come down before he pulled out, flipped her to her back, and fell forward between her legs, settling some of his weight into her soft body, some of it on a forearm.
Still breathing heavy, feeling her chest rise and fall with her own breaths, he lifted a hand and trailed his thumb over her lower lip before he lifted his eyes to hers and whispered, “Gonna have to step it up.”
“Wh-what?” she stammered.
“What I do for your birthday next year. Spent weeks planning, runnin’ around, doin’ shit, and in twenty minutes, you kicked its ass.”
Her eyes warmed. She pressed her thighs tight to his sides and circled him with her arms, everything about her telling him that’s what she wanted to give him and everything about Benny liked it.
“Love you, Ben,” she whispered.
He liked that better.
He dipped down, touched his mouth to hers, lifted up, and whispered back, “Love you too, cara.”
“Happy birthday,” she said softly in a tone that meant it.
“Thank you, baby,” he replied quietly in that same tone.
Then he kissed her.
After that, they both got dressed so they could release Gus from his kennel prison and take their puppy for a walk.
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Ben walked into his kitchen to see Frankie in his tee at the counter with all sorts of shit that said “birthday cake” surrounding the bowl in front of her.