Dbf!Frank who’s got you reverse cowgirl, your arms pulled back so he can hold you to him as he thrusts up into you. You’re bouncing up and down on his thick and ample cock like a little bunny, whining and squirming in his grip as he pounds relentlessly into you. The position he has you in gives you no choice but to just let your head fall back, your pretty, wine red toes curling and calves tensing as he bucks up into you vigorously, his meaty thighs smacking against the backs of yours so much you can tell they’ll be chapped. He’s balls deep, and the lewd sounds of them slapping against your ass cheeks is only adding fuel to the flame burning low in your belly.
“Yeah? You like that baby? Like when your old man holds you still so he can fuck you dumb? - Fuck, love this fuckin’ juicy ass - like a goddamn peach - Nah, my baby isn’t dumb. She’s a good, smart girl huh?” He lets one arm go, and leans forward carefully while his grip remains firm on the one he’s still holding. He brings his free hand around and hooks his thick fingers into your mouth - shoving them down until you’re gagging around them. “Spit,” he orders gruffly. You do as he says, moaning while salivating onto them. He moves his hand down, ghosting it along the the plushy flesh of your hip - until finally he makes it to his destination and starts rubbing steady circles on your glistening pussy.
“Oh god, Frankie! Yes, yes, right there!” you squeal, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of his cock repeatedly kissing your cervix as his fingers work eagerly to get you gushing on him. You lose any core strength you have, and you let yourself fall back against him completely. He releases your other arm and slides it around your front, holding your hips in place as he fucks up into you with a vigor and pace that has the corners of your vision darkening - static and stars bouncing around the insides of your eyelids.
“Never answered me,” he huffs and puffs between thrusts.
“You never - oh shit, daddy! - a-asked me anything,” you say breathlessly - unashamedly, selfishly not wanting to answer questions while being fucked so good that you’re blacking the fuck out at the present moment.
“I did - s-shit princess - I asked if you’re a good, smart girl.” His thrusts stutter and slow; his eyes squeeze tight, brows furrowed together as he waits for just the right moment to fill you with his cum. To fuck with you he’ll get extra ooey gooey and call it ‘frosting his cupcake,’ and you always roll your eyes because like what a cringey, old man thing to say??? But somehow super hot also???
“Yes! Yes Frank, I’m your good, smart girl!” Your hands are clutching his arms for dear life. He doesn’t care that your nails are digging into him - it only spurs him on. It motivates him. He loves that he’s making you feel that fucking good that you can’t help but accidentally mark him.
“Show me, baby. Go on. Show me by cummin’ on my cock. That’s it, atta girl. Oh f-fuck honey, gonna make me cum too. Shit.” He gives a low, guttural growl as he rides out his high by slamming your hips down onto him. You’re so blissed out all you can do is mewl and wiggle against his strong chest - your warm, weepy bundle of nerves overstimulated. “I know, I know honey. S’okay, you did so good.” He leans back against the couch, pulling you with him and just holding you like that while his cock’s still in you - softening but still leaving you with a cozy fullness. “Always do s’good for me. Always take it like a fuckin’ champ, baby. I fuckin’ love you, you know that?”
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