Running Free (Woodland Creek)(24)

“I want to see you,” I say, my voice thick with desire.

She nods and begins stripping her sweater off. Her tits are stunning as hell in all their glorious bare beauty. No bra. No f*cking bra.

“Shit, Frankie. Did you come prepared or what?”

Her smile is an evil one and my cock begs to be released. I follow suit and peel my own shirt from my body. Her neck reddens with heat at seeing my chest and I smirk at her.

“There’s plenty more where that came from, hádanka.”

When her eyebrows furrow together in confusion over the word, I wink at her and begin unbuttoning my jeans. Her eyes fall to where my dick bulges beneath the fabric. With eyes on her, I push them down off my hips and step out of them. She licks her lips and it’s nearly my undoing.

“I need to see more of you, Frankie. Your tits are making my mouth water but that’s not what I crave to taste.”

A tiny mewl whines out of her but she wastes no time shimmying out of her jeans. Once we’re both standing in nothing but our underwear, I let out a groan and stalk over to her. When I reach her, I seize her wrist and press her palm to my cock.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” I hiss out a second before my mouth connects with hers.

My hand slips down into her panties and my middle finger finds her hot, throbbing clit. Her body is jolting with each breath she takes. I grunt when her thumbs hook my boxers at the waistband and she pushes them down over my cock. The second she takes it in both of her hands, I nearly forget to breathe.

It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this. So f*cking long.

“Jesus, Frankie,” I murmur against her lips, “I could come just like this.”

My words send a flare of determination through her veins and she starts jerking me off hard and fast. I continue my assault on her clit but it’s not enough. I want her in my bed screaming my name.

“In the bed. Now,” I bark out and gently push her away from me. “Not like this, beautiful.”

She nods and climbs onto the bed, shedding her black scrap of panties along the way. Her creamy white ass is a f*cking vision as she climbs into the bed. With her on her elbows and knees, I ache to drive into her from behind. To yank on her hair and f*ck her like a beast. I want to spank her ass and bruise her back with my teeth.

Frankie probably likes it rough.

And I do too.

But for our first time…

I need to see her face.

Climbing up behind her, I sit on my knees behind her, admiring her ass a moment longer before I speak. “On your back.”

She hesitates for a second but does what I say. Her features are contorted with confusion, but when I place my hands on her knees and jerk them open, her eyes roll back into her head. I can tell she’s waiting for me to f*ck her but I have other needs first.

I need to see what she tastes like.

Bending forward, I inhale the scent between her legs — so clean and uniquely her. My mouth waters to lick her * like a f*cking ice cream cone. Darting my tongue out, I tongue her throbbing clit first which earns me a shriek of pleasure before I lap up her dripping center.

She’s more decadent than any ice cream I’ve ever tasted. I’ve only put my mouth here on one other woman and I didn’t want to drink up the very essence of who she was like I want to with Frankie. With Frankie, it’s like she laced her * with some drug and I can’t get enough of it. I pleasure her with my mouth at such a frenzy that I don’t realize she’s orgasmed until she’s shuddering wildly on the bed and begging me to f*ck her.

Not wasting a second, I climb on top of her and slam my needy cock into her dripping sex. Her scream is otherworldly and it awakens some internal beast within.

She’s mine.





Frankie

Stars. So many stars.

I try to blink them away but they keep glittering around me and it’s beautiful. So f*cking beautiful. Just like the man who’s barely sunk his bare cock inside of me. The thought alarms me but not enough to drag me out of my haze. The blackness warms my mind, the Doberman inside me begs to shift. But I long ago learned how to control my shifting. Once, with Luca, I did shift during sex. He’d later laughed it off. But for me, it was awful and embarrassing. At least now, I can control it and I won’t be freaking Gun the f*ck out any time soon.

“Frankie,” he groans as he begins a slow assault of his dick pounding into me.

My eyes blink open to see his handsome face drinking in my features. His dark brows are furrowed in determination and his full lips are barely parted. I knew he would satisfy me the moment I had to use two hands to fist his large cock.

But he satisfies the animal in me too.

The one that’s imprinted herself onto his soul.

“Kiss me,” I mutter as I spread my legs as far as they’ll go.

I want him deep inside of me, stretching me to my limits, owning every part of me. He grunts before his mouth is on mine. My fingernails dig into his back as he slams every hard, massive inch into me. It’s not brutal like Luca was — it’s all-consuming and addicting. It’s too much, yet not enough.

My heart surges with a happiness that’s never flooded through me before. Gun fills each and every gaping hole in my soul. It’s confusing but I crave it nonetheless.

“More, Gunnar,” I beg.

I’m so wet that every time his skin slaps my clit, I jolt with pleasure. I want to come this way but I’m not sure I can.