WHEN I THINK ABOUT YOU, I TOUCH MYSELF
Frankie Morales x fem!reader
Summary: your older brother Santi has always been against you dating his hot best friend, Frankie Morales, so when the cockblocker leaves town for a week, you work out a daring plan to seduce the man of your wet dreams.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, not specified age gap, brother’s best friend Frankie, soft dom vibes Frankie, horny reader, seductress reader, use of a sex toy, f!masturbation, fingering, nipple play, fem!oral duh! it’s Frankie, soooo many orgasms, unprotected piv, Frankie has a huge cock, creampie, praise kink, pussy pronouns, swearing, mention of a gun use, mention of a belly bulge.
Word count: 6,5k
A/n: I’m so excited to finally share this story with you all! I’ve been working on it for a while and fell in love with the characters, especially with reader (she’s a menace lol) I hope the fic will make you horny and maybe you’ll get a few giggles out of it idk Wet kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and being mine♥️ The title was inspired by the lyrics of ‘I touch myself’ by Divinyls. Dividers by @cursed-carmine 💞
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You'd been into Frankie Morales for a few months now but just like Romeo and Juliet you two couldn't be together. All because of your cockblocking brother Santi who stood in your way into Frankie's pants. Pants with a very prominent bulge at that!
Every time you checked out his hot best friend at a party or a casual get-together, Santi hissed into your ear, "Don't even think about it!" Every time you noticed Frankie's brown eyes linger on you, your brother would pull the man of your wet dreams aside and read him a lecture. Probably something about you being too young for him, or Frankie's lifestyle being too chaotic to share with his precious sister, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Of course, you still loved your brother and his concerns were reasonable. Santi wanted only the best for you, and dating a military guy, who was away most of the year, doing some risky shit, wasn't the life he envisioned for you. Still it was hard to suppress anger, burning in your chest. Who gave him the right to say who you could or couldn't date?
Being fed up with Santi's control, you finally decided to act and get Frankie to dick you down behind your brother's back.
A perfect opportunity arose when Santi left for a week-long work trip. Frankie and him were roommates so as soon as your brother’s plane took off you appeared on their apartment’s doorstep with your bags. Batting your lashes at the man, you lied that your building had a rat infestation and Santi offered you his room to stay in during the extermination. Frankie furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn’t an idiot and probably greatly doubted that his friend let his younger sister live with him but luckily for you there was no way to check it — Santi was in some remote country in the middle of nowhere, impossible to contact. You applied all your acting skills to sound convincing and your pleading eyes softened the man’s already tender heart.
“Thank you, Frankie,” you purred, stepping through the door, biting your lip and hiding a triumphant smile.
And just like that the game was on. Frankie and you began living together and you were doing everything in your power to seduce him. You made sure to wear as little clothing as possible, parading around the house with your ass and tits almost out but to your dismay Frankie avoided you like a plague. As soon as you would settle next to him on the sofa, ready to watch whatever he had on at that time, he fled to his room under some lame excuse.
You even tried to cook for him and he seemed grateful when you did, but always stayed respectful, praising you, while you needed him to disrespectfully bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck your brains out.
Nothing seemed to work. The week was almost over and you were getting desperate until an idea popped into your mind. The plan was quite ballsy but you saw no other option to get that cock. It was a matter of ‘go big or go home’. Literally.
One evening when Frankie was in the apartment you ran yourself a nice bubble bath in the shared bathroom, undressed, hoping it was the last time you wore clothes that night, and got in. You took a deep breath of the sweet strawberry scent and laid back comfortably in the hot tub. Show time!
“Frankieeee!” You shouted, calling your new roommate. “Frankieee!!”
A few seconds later you heard his velvet voice from behind the door.
“Yes?”
“Frankie, I need your help,” you whined loudly so he could hear. “I’m taking a bath and I already got in but .. ugh.. I forgot something in my room.”
“What? Towels?” Frankie’s voice was getting quieter — he was probably on his way to your bedroom.
“No-no-no! It’s … Can you get me my vibe, please.”
There was ringing silence behind the door until Frankie cleared his throat and asked,
“Your what?”
“My vibe! Vibrator, Frankie.… Can you bring it to me? The bedside table. Top drawer.”
His nervous chuckle followed your words.
“Sweetheart…,” he started saying but you interrupted him,
“Oh, c’mon! We’re both adults. Don’t be such a prude!”
That did it. His ego was probably hurt by your name calling and you heard a sigh.
“‘K. Second.”
Your lips spread into a grin. Everything was going according to plan.
A few moments later you heard footsteps.
“Here”, Frankie said and his hand appeared in the door gap. You giggled, seeing him carefully holding your toy only with his finger tips.
“Frankie, I’m in the tub,” you reminded him with a slight annoyance in your voice. “Can you give it to me, please?”
He seemed hesitant so you added,
“There’re lots of bubbles. You won’t see a thing.”
“Ok,” he said after another sigh and then raised his voice to announce, “I’m coming in!”
Oh poor, clueless Frankie! Thinking that you don’t want him to see you naked meanwhile that was the main thing you’d been after for months.
He walked in with his eyes squeezed shut, his head turned away from you, his cheeks rosy with embarrassment, and you smiled at how unbearably cute he was.
But adoration wasn’t the only thing you were feeling. Frankie was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a dark t-shirt and your hungry eyes immediately slid over his big strong body. Even submerged in water you got wetter, checking him out.
“Hey, don't be silly!” you giggled. “You can look, I’m all covered.”
The man slightly opened his eyes, holding his arm stretched so you’d take the vibe from him, yet you didn’t rush to do it. You waited until he was standing by the tub. His gaze quickly slid over the foamy water surface and his chest expanded. You hoped that a twitch of his brow was a sign of disappointment. He couldn’t take a peek and it was on purpose — you didn’t want to seem desperate though you definitely were.
“See? Nothing scandalous,” you said, giving him a sweet smile, and only then took the vibe from his big hand.
“Santi’d kill me if he saw us right now,” Frankie mumbled with a nervous smile, watching you grab the toy at the base and start ‘mindlessly’ gliding the other hand up and down the shaft. Of course, you knew what you were doing.
“Santi wouldn’t do shit,” you said confidently, playing with the sex toy in your hands. “And he’s not the boss of me. I’m a big girl.”
Frankie hummed, his eyes glued to your wet hand that was slowly jerking off the toy. When you swiped your thumb over the silicone tip, the man swallowed hard, and you had to drop your head to hide a happy smile.
To your joy Frankie wasn’t in a rush to leave the room. Instead he crossed his arms in front of his broad chest, and gliding his thumb over the lower lip, mused,
“Never seen this model before.”
Your surprise was so big that you almost dropped the vibe into the water. Having collected yourself quickly, you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible,
“Really?” At that point your heart was pounding, your pussy was aching, your core was burning with desire. Being naked with the man you’d wanted for so long, you were a horny mess. Still you took a deep breath and said, looking up at him, “It’s a popular model. They call it ‘the rabbit’.”
“Rabbit?” Frankie chuckled, his cheeks growing red. You nodded. “Yeah, because of the ears I guess.” You immediately seized the opportunity to paint him a vivid picture.
“This part…,” you glided the tip of your finger up the shaft, “— goes inside me. And this one —,” you pinched a thinner, smaller part with little ‘ears’ - “—stimulates my clit.”
You glanced at Frankie as you finished talking, hoping to see the effect of your words. And hell yeah you did! The man was listening to you with his eyes half-lidded, rubbing his scruffy cheek with a big palm, while his chest was rising and falling rapidly. He was shifting on his bare feet, getting progressively hard, judging by the tent in his sweats.
When Frankie caught you looking at his crotch he cleared his throat and quickly grabbed a towel off the rack to hide his hard-on.
“I’m not getting out yet, Frankie,” you smiled. He was so cute when he was embarrassed.
“Oh, ok… yeah… just… this one’s not fresh,” he mumbled, nodding down at the towel in his arms. “I’ll get you a new one.”
You were afraid he’d leave under that shitty excuse, but Frankie surprised you again and stayed by the tub.
“And... won’t it malfunction? In the water I mean,” he said, his brows furrowed in concentration, as if he was talking about a car or something but his pupils were blown out, his forehead was sweaty and not from the heat of the bath.
“Oh no, it’s water-resistant. I use it all the time when I take a bath.”
You wanted— no, needed him to have those images flooding his mind, so you continued, still running your fingers over the toy.
“It helps me unwind after a long day. Being single, I have to find a way….” You sighed and glanced up at Frankie. It seemed like he wasn’t breathing, mesmerized by your words and movements, but you had no mercy for the man so you went for the kill.
“It’s a little thick for me though,” you complained, your lips in a pout. “I always need prep.”
Frankie let out a half hum-half moan and then coughed to cover up the noise he’d made. Meanwhile you kept going,
“See, I can’t put it in all at once, I usually let it buzz against my clit first, to slowly open me up.”
You could hear Frankie panting as he was listening to you. His hand darted to his crotch under the towel and he adjusted himself.
You knew that it was it, the moment for the final strike. You searched for Frankie’s eyes and then purred, as seductively as you could,
“Frankie…. Wanna watch me use it?”
The man opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, and then chuckled nervously, probably thinking you were joking.
“I’m serious,” you stated, your eyes glued to his.
Frankie’s smile disappeared and he clutched the towel closer to his crotch.
“Santi..,” he started.
“…Isn’t here,” you finished his sentence with a wink and then lowered your voice to a whisper. “And I’m very good at keeping secrets.”
Frankie nervously bit his lower lip and shook his head.
“No— shit, I —,” he was inching back towards the exit and fear squeezed your heart — what if he leaves right now? What if your plan fails? What if he isn’t interested in you at all and you’ve been living in a delulu land, thinking that he likes you.
When Frankie came up to the door, you were ready to cry from embarrassment. ‘I’ll pack my shit and go home,’ you thought.
Frankie’s hand was on the handle for a few long as hell seconds. Then he slowly turned around and faced you.
His expression set your body on fire — his eyes were dark, they lacked the usual warmth, instead you saw fiery lust and need in his blown out pupils.
He leaned back against the door and breathed out, “Show me.”
Frankie’s order turned you on so much, you almost came on the spot. He looked incredibly hot at that moment — arms crossed, muscles bulging, sweatpants showcasing a fat boner, his cock’s outline visible even in the steamy bathroom. You needed all that meat inside you! The stakes were really high (and huge) so you decided to give Frankie a good show.
With a ‘shy’ smile you turned the rabbit on and soft buzzing filled the room. Frankie took a sharp breath when you submerged it in the water.
“Gonna start slow,” you announced, resting your head on the rim of the tub. Then you closed your eyes and pressed the working vibe to your clit.
“Ahhhh… feels so good,” you breathed out, telling the absolute truth. The toy was sending waves of pleasure through your body, already aroused to the maximum, and your crush watching you made it a million times hotter. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked at Frankie.
He was standing by the door, his expression concentrated, and despite his relaxed posture he seemed to be as tense as a guitar string.
Not breaking eye contact you let out a soft moan and Frankie visibly shuddered.
“Fuck…,” he murmured. “You playing with your …?”
“My clit, yeah,” you whimpered. “Shall I put it inside? What do you think?”
Frankie’s lips parted and he ran his hand through his damp curls.
“Shit, yeah… put it in.”
“Ohhh,” you suddenly whined with exaggeration, drawing your brows together and pouting your lips. “It’s gonna hurt.. my tight pussy ain’t ready yet.”
Frankie pushed himself off the door, his eyes widened, and walked closer to you, his hands raised.
“No, fuck, sweetie, I... please, don’t hurt yourself,” he said in panic.
You were staring at him for a few seconds, making him sweat, until your pout disappeared.
“I’m fucking with you, Frankie,” you giggled and his jaw dropped. Then he smiled and cursed under his breath, the tension leaving his body with a deep sigh of relief.
“You're pure evil,” he chuckled and rubbed his flashed face with both hands.
Your heart fluttered from how adorable he was, but your pussy was still empty so you got to work. You spread your thighs wider under the water and nudged the tip of the toy at your entrance.
“I’m putting it in, Frankie.”
He gave you a curt nod, his eyes intent.
You rested the back of your head on the bathtub rim, then slowly began pushing the shaft inside you, your eyes closed, lips parted. You let Frankie read your expression and imagine what was happening under the water.
“I’m so full already and it’s just half inside me,” you murmured, not opening your eyes. Frankie was breathing loudly, just like you and, your imagination drew you a delicious picture that it was his cock sliding inside you.
“Ahhhh, Frankie,” you whimpered, feeling yourself on the brink of ecstasy from the vision.
“I’m here, baby.” You heard him much closer and opened your eyes. Frankie was standing an arm length from you now, watching you as he was palming his huge bulge. The sight shot a lightning through your body and your pussy began pulsing around the toy.
“Are you..?” Frankie asked and you nodded, squeezing your eyes shut, and arching your back.
The movement made your tits jump out of the water and Frankie groaned.
“Sweetheart, I can see..”
“S’ok…want you to look,” trembling with ecstasy you begged him.
The pleasure waves were rolling over you for what felt like eternity and the foamy water was splashing on the floor while your body was shaking in the tub.
After one orgasm with Frankie by your side you were a mess. Your hair was wet, your breaths ragged and fast, your limbs shaking. But you had to concentrate. You needed to hit a homerun and come on Frankie’s cock.
He seemed wrecked, too, and you were afraid that he’d bust right into his sweatpants. You had to act fast. ‘That load must end up in my pussy,’ you thought. ‘Or in my mouth at least.’
You carefully pulled the toy out and whined glancing up at Frankie.
“It was good but it doesn’t compare to the real thing.” Frankie nodded absentmindedly, probably still shell shocked from the sight of his best friend’s sister coming in front of him.
“Frankie, baby, want to give me “the real thing”? You said loudly, waking him up. Frankie blinked a few times, took a deep breath and then sat on the edge of the tub. You could smell his cologne, that’s how close he was. He looked deep into your eyes and rasped,
“Come for me one more time. Then I’ll fuck you.”
Oh. Dear. God.
Frankie’s voice, usually soft and gentle, was now gruff and coated with lust. His tone and the order made you shiver even in the hot tub.
Suddenly you felt small, just a girl being under the command of this bigger stronger man. His sudden dominance shot electricity straight to your pussy.
You didn’t make him wait. Completely speechless you switched the toy on and brought it underwater and to your needy cunt.
“Frankie,” you whispered, putting your free hand over his, and feeling what you needed, the man got on one knee next to you right on the wet floor.
“M’here, sweetie,” he assured you, watching your face while you were inserting the vibe inside your core. “That’s it.. jus’ like that, babygirl. Make yourself feel good for me.”
His eyes —two black pits of desire — were sliding over your face, twisting with pleasure, your wet neck and glistening chest, now out of the water and fully exposed. Besides, the foam wasn’t as thick as before, it was floating here and there in patches, so Frankie could surely see your naked body, your hand holding the vibe between your legs, your folds spread open.
“You’re so hot,” he breathed out, almost choking on the words.
You could say the same about him. Your heart eyes were set on Frankie, the man you’d been craving for so long. His handsome face was inches from yours and you wanted to count every freckle, lick a stripe along his scruffy jawline, taste the wetness on his plush lips.
“Kiss me,” you muttered, your voice shaky with need. A little smile appeared on his lips before he pressed them to yours. The kiss was soft and slow at first but moments later animalistic hunger overtook you both and it grew desperate and intense. Your free hand wrapped around the back of his neck, holding him close, his tongue plunged into your mouth and tangled with yours. He was drinking your whimpers, leaving his own moans on your lips. You were plunged into an ocean of ecstasy with him kissing you, with your pussy being stimulated by the vibe.
Yet you needed more. You needed Frankie.
“Baby,” you whined, parting from his lips. “I don’t want the toy. I want you.”
Frankie looked into your pleading eyes and nodded.
“Pull it out.”
You did what he said and let the rabbit fall on the floor with a thud.
“How many fingers do you want, princess?”
The pet name made you purr. You were so turned on you could probably take his whole fist but it seemed too extreme for the first time so you replied,
“Two’s fine.”
Frankie nodded. He placed his big palm on your knee, then slowly slid it down your wet inner thigh and into the water. When his fingers reached your heat, you gasped softly and bucked your hips. Watching your face intently, Frankie cupped your pussy and gave it a light squeeze, making you moan.
“Oh yeahhhh..,” you whined as he was gently massaging your folds. Soon you started squirming with anticipation so Frankie leaned closer to your face and kissed you again. As you were sucking on his tongue, he pushed two of his fingers inside you. You took a sharp breath, swept away by the sensation of his thick digits plunging into your core, curling inside you and pushing on the soft spot. His thumb wasn’t resting either— he was rubbing your puffy clit slowly and steadily, bringing you closer to your orgasm with every stroke of his fingers.
When you started trembling on the brink of a second orgasm, Frankie parted from you to watch your ecstatic expression.
“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. Opening up for me real good.”
He was scissoring your cunt with his two fingers, whispering into your ear,
“You think your little rabbit is a challenge to take? You haven’t seen my cock.”
Your jaw dropped and if your pussy could scream she would.
Then Frankie brought his free hand to your wet breast and his fingers closed on your pebbled nipple. He was twitching it with a perfect pressure, his eyes on your face, his other hand fingering your pussy under the water. A loud whine rang in the room as you started unraveling for a second time, while Frankie was making you see stars.
“Good girl,” he praised you and leaned down to suck your nipple into his hot mouth. He was swirling his tongue around your hardened bud, prolonging your orgasm, while your walls were clenching around his moving fingers.
When your body relaxed, Frankie kissed you again but as amazing as it was you couldn’t wait for what he’d promised.
“Frankie,” you whined. “Fuck me.”
He chuckled, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours and said the words you’d been dreaming of hearing — “Let’s get you to my room.”
You were grateful when Frankie stood up and offered you his hand because your legs were weak and shaky from all the climaxes.
When you slowly rose up, dripping water, Frankie froze.
“Wow,” he muttered, shamelessly ogling your dripping naked body.
“I hope it’s a good wow,” you said playfully.
“It is, princess. You’re beautiful.”
You could stand like that forever — being under Frankie’s gaze filled with admiration and lust made your heart sing and pussy purr but the ache in your core reminded you why you’d been doing all that. After you stepped out of the bath, Frankie dried you off with a towel, his hands running up and down your body carefully as if you were made of glass. Soon he was carrying you in his arms, bridal style, to his bedroom. Your arms were thrown around his neck and you were nuzzling it.
“You smell so good,” you whispered, darting your tongue out to get a taste of his skin. He chuckled and kissed your temple.
Frankie’s bedroom was typical for a bachelor- a little messy, with minimum of furniture and only practical things around. You had no time to appreciate the room decor though, your mind was set on one thing, your pussy was begging to be fucked.
Frankie strutted to the bed and as soon as he carefully lowered you on the covers you threw the towel off your body and sat on your knees stark naked. When you were with Frankie, a birthday suit was the only thing you wanted to wear.
“You’ll get cold,” Frankie muttered, looking concerned, but you shrugged his comment off. Your body was on fire because of him and putting on clothes was the last thing you wanted to do. So you pulled him onto the bed, straddled his lap and pressed your hungry pussy to his clothed hard-on.
“You’ll warm me,” you purred, pushing your tits against his torso. He whispered ‘naughty girl’ before his lips found yours. You were making out, your hips rolling, your heat grinding against his cockbulge, probably leaving stains all over his sweats.
Then your body betrayed you — you shivered in Frankie’s arms.
“Baby, you’re cold,” he said, parting from your eager lips.
“Ugh! sometimes I hate how sweet you are!” You grumbled and looked around. “Ah!” You jumped off his lap, hating it immediately, and grabbed a flannel shirt that was lying on a chair. You quickly threw it on and rushed to return to his lap.
“Happy now?” You asked him with a smile, your hands on Frankie’s shoulders. He swallowed hard as his eyes were travelling over your still barely covered body.
“You look so hot in my clothes.” The praise made you bite your lip and you purred,
“I bet you look hot without them.”
Frankie chuckled and pulled you close for another kiss. Meanwhile your hand slithered down to the hem of his shirt and you tugged it up and off him.
Your mouth began salivating right away — his chest was broad and strong, a little hairy just how you liked it, his soft belly with a happy trail made your brain short-circuit.
You glided your palms over his pecks down to his stomach, hooked your fingers under his sweats waistband and batted your lushes at him.
“Frankieeee, take them off,” you whined, tugging on his pants.
“Not so fast, babygirl,” he smiled, taking your hands in his.
You were ready to cry with frustration but he brought his lips to your ear and murmured.
“Lemme taste you first.”
Suddenly he let out a groan, flipped you on your back, and pinned you to the bed with his heavy body.
The whiplash made you gasp but you happily opened your legs and arms for his big frame.
He gave you a passionate kiss but soon his lips began traveling down your body.
Holy fuck! You thought, realizing where he was heading. You were buzzing with excitement when he opened his shirt on you to pepper open-mouth kisses all over your breasts. He sucked on your nipples, humming from pleasure, giving attention to both buds. You knew your pussy was going to be the best stop so when he climbed all the way down, your thighs were thrown apart, his meal already served.
“Damn,” he breathed out when his eyes landed on your blooming cunt. His jaw slackened, his gaze clouded, he was staring at your heat for a few moments.
You were barely breathing, waiting for what he was going to do next.
“Wanted to do it for so long,” Frankie murmured and looked up at you from between your legs.
You opened your mouth to ask “Really?” but only a moan escaped your mouth when his lips reached your pussy. He started leaving soft kisses over your folds, your inner thighs, slowly and sensually driving you crazy with lust. His beard and moustache were a bit tickly but you didn’t care. You knew you’d come the second he gave some love to your clit, but as if being aware Frankie of that avoided touching it.
“You wanted me?” You asked, trying to ground yourself to a conversation.
Frankie looked up at you and nodded.
“Since the day we’ve met.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. “What?”
“Yeah,” Frankie said quietly, his lips dancing all over your spread pussy. “Santi stopped me from asking you out.”
“Arghhhh, asshole,” you growled, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with pleasure, and Frankie chucked.
“Yeah. I feel a little bad though…he’s gonna be mad.” Frankie glanced up at you with a trace of worry in his dark eyes before his tongue licked a stripe from your hole to your clit.
“Fuck him,” you moaned.
Frankie smiled against your folds and then took a deep breath of your scent, his nose nudging your clit. He whimpered and the sound made you clench and gush right onto his bearded chin.
Frankie hungrily licked it off and began eating you out in earnest.
“Look at this little pussy…,” he mumbled to you or to himself in between kisses and licks. “Delicious. No one can keep me away from her now.”
You giggled but your cheer soon evaporated when Frankie pushed your thighs down with his strong hands, opened his mouth wide and fully covered your wet pussy with it. His tongue pushed between your folds and he started swirling it around your twitching clit, meanwhile sucking on your pussy like he wanted to eat it whole.
“Fuckkkkkkkkk,” you whined, losing your mind from the noises, the sensation and the sight between your legs. The hottest man you knew — Frankie Morales, was feasting on your leaking cunt, moaning and slurping, slurping and moaning.
“Frankieeee,” you screamed, clutching his soft curls in your clammy hands. The man groaned and said, still ears deep in your pussy,
“Just like that, baby, keep saying my name.”
“Frankie- Frankie- Frankie- Frankie,” you chanted, closing and opening your eyes, trembling from immense amounts of pleasure.
When Frankie began sucking on your clit, massaging it with his lips, your back arched off the bed and clasping the covers between your fingers you started coming hard, your thighs tense under his palms. While you were thrashing and sobbing beneath him, Frankie brought his mouth lower and began drinking your juices which were seeping generously out of your clenching hole. Every nudge of his nose against your clit made you jerk with another ecstatic shock.
You’d never had such a perfect oral before and your lashes were covered in tears when Frankie plopped on the bed next to you.
“You ok?” He asked you as you were lying motionless and brain dead from all the orgasms. When you didn’t respond he cupped your face and rubbed your cheek with his thumb.
“We don’t have to continue today, princess. I see how spent you are …”
“Nonononono,” you hastily chanted, your eyes opened widely, your head shaking left and right frantically. “I’m good! Let’s fuck!”
Scared to death that Frankie’s cock would slip out of your hands, you sat up, threw his shirt off your body and quickly straddled Frankie’s hips.
He hissed and pulled you closer onto his stomach.
“Sorry, m’painfully hard,” he explained and you grinned at the thought.
“Then let me deal with it, baby,” you purred and lifted up on your knees. You moved behind his huge bulge and carefully slid his sweats and boxers down. As soon as your eyes ran down his happy trail, your pussy started tingling and you were ready to scream with excitement when Frankie’s cock was finally revealed to you. It made an epic entrance - it popped out of its confines eagerly, hit his lower belly, precum drops flying everywhere, and began bobbing in front of your widened eyes. You’d never thought you’d fall in love with a cock but at that moment you definitely did.
“Wow,” you commented, your lips parted in awe. Frankie smirked and grabbed the jumping dick by the base.
“Is it a good wow?” He repeated your earlier question and you giggled.
“Absolutely,” you nodded, still staring at the cock you’d been after. It was long and thick, bigger than anything you’d ever taken.
“I’ve been told it was too big a few times…I don’t know if you’ll enjoy… “ Frankie was looking up at you with concern in his eyes, chewing on his inner cheek.
Your jaw dropped. With every other man in the world you’d think it was a humble-brag. But not with Frankie. You were sure that his worry was genuine and real, that he cared about your pleasure and comfort more than about his own needs.
“Hey,” you gave Frankie a warm smile and wrapped your palm around his hand that was holding his cock. “You’re perfect. I’ll take as much as I can today but … a size queen title would suit me I think.”
Frankie laughed and you saw tension leaving his body.
“Yeah, please, stop if it hurts.”
Not scared at all, you scooted forward and pressed your mound to his thick shaft. His tip was at your navel and you both were gawking at how deep he’d be inside you. You swallowed hard but couldn’t wait to sink on all that meat.
Yet the desire to tease him overtook you. Frankie let out the neediest noise when you began grinding your pussy against his shaft, leaving your slick all over the soft skin there, his cock veins bulging underneath, glistening with your wetness. You played with him like this for some time, reveling in the sounds he was making, edging him and yourself.
“Princess, please…”, it was his turn to beg and when you heard his hoarse voice full of need and lust, you folded immediately.
Your hips flew up and you hovered over his waiting cock before your hole met his tip.
“Fuckkkkk,” you breathed out, taking his crown slowly but steadily, your hand splayed on his torso. He dipped his head into the pillow, his mouth opened, as you kept sinking on him inch by inch, your walls stretching around his girth.
“Is it all in?” You asked with your voice shaky, feeling unbelievably full.
“Ahh… not quite, baby. It’s ok, though… stop here,” Frankie blubbered, sounding drunk.
“No!” You whined. “Want all of you!”
Frankie choked on another moan, his stomach tense, hands gripping your hips tighter. You were driving him crazy with your pussy and you loved it.
“Ok, ok,” he gruffed and licked his thumb before bringing it to your clit. “Lemme help, my size queen.”
He began rubbing your slicked up bud with a perfect pace, not flicking it like a light switch like some of your exes had done, but drawing tight circles over it.
“So good…,” you whimpered, your pussy loosening up for his huge cock. Frankie’s caress really helped and soon you felt a cushion of his balls under your ass.
You both breathed out with satisfaction but soon Frankie pulled his brows together.
“I won’t last, baby. You’re so damn tight.”
“It’s ok, it’s ok,” you assured him and rolled your hips, drawing a moan out of the man. “Come inside me.. I’m on a pill.”
“Dios…” Frankie muttered, with his jaw slacked, his eyes hazy and dark. You were riding him and he placed his big hands on your bouncing tits. He was kneading them, twitching your nipples, groaning loudly.
You weren’t silent either, your moans were mixing with his, and the lewd music of your shared pleasure filled the room.
Frankie’s lustful gaze was hungrily sliding over your naked body, his puppy eyes gone, now you saw an animal in them, hungry and passionate.
“This is what you wanted, huh? My cock deep inside you? Right here…,” he placed his palm on your lower belly, probably feeling his huge cock under your sweaty skin.
You nodded eagerly, turned up to the maximum with the way he was talking to you.
“Yeah…played your little games, naughty little girl…lured me to the bathroom so I’d give it to you good…”
“You are… you feel so good, Frankie,” you chanted, dancing on his cock, moving sensually, giving him something to remember.
The adoration in his eyes added to your ecstasy, his thumb was still working your clit, and soon you began exploding in front of his clouded eyes, eagerly sliding up and down his long shaft, riding out the climax that was making you shake and moan. You’d probably collapse if not for Frankie’s big hands around your waist, holding you up.
“S’my—girllll,” Frankie praised you and immediately started squirting his cum against your fluttering walls, filling you like an eclair with his creamy load.
Your pussy milked him till the last drop, till his balls were empty, and happy with your work, you fell on Frankie’s chest.
He wrapped his muscular arms around you and held you close, while both of you were catching your breath.
You’d fall asleep like that, with him inside you, but Frankie turned onto his side, taking you with him. Then he covered both of your bodies with a blanket and pulled you closer.
You felt him nuzzling your hair and breathe in your scent. It made you smile.
Despite being content and well fucked, you couldn’t help but ask,
“Frankie… it’s not gonna be our last time, right?” You were looking at him with Bambi eyes, scared to hear the answer. After experiencing all that, you knew in your heart that you wouldn’t want to call Frankie just your brother’s best friend again.
“I told you…,” Frankie muttered, resting his forehead against yours. “No one can keep me away from you now. You’re mine.”
Mine!
You doubted that you’d ever smiled as widely as at that moment. His words filled your chest with so much joy you squeaked and threw your arms around his broad shoulders.
You finally had him, finally felt his heart beating against yours, finally had access to his huge cock, finally saw unconcealed admiration in his beautiful kind eyes.
Suddenly fear panged your heart. With all the scheming and thirsting over the man, you forgot to ask yourself. What’s next?
You parted from Frankie abruptly, your eyes widened.
“You know that Santi has a gun, yeah?”
Frankie chuckled.
“He has a few, actually.”
You whined and began chewing on your thumb nail nervously. You knew Santi wouldn’t do anything to you but to his friend? What if he’d want to fight him? What if they’d hurt each other. The consequences of your horny actions suddenly began to feel very real and upcoming.
Seeing your worried expression, Frankie cupped your cheek and leaned closer to your face, searching for your eyes.
“It’s gonna be fine, princess. I’ll fight for you if I had to.”
You mewled in terror and he added hastily, “not like that! Not physically. I’ll talk to Santi. I’ll make him accept it… accept us.”
You slowly nodded, feeling a little better. Then a thought popped into your naughty head so you clang to his body and whispered,
“But… can’t we sneak around for some time?”
“See each other in secret?”
You nodded, your mind drawing you pictures of forbidden hook-ups, fucking in the bathroom at parties, Frankie’s palm over your mouth, keeping your moans from being heard.
“It’ll be so hot…,” you mumbled with your eyes clouded by lust.
“It will be,” Frankie groaned, grabbing your asscheek with his hand and pushing his already hard cock against you. “But until Santi’s back…” he pinned you to the bed, settled between your legs, and whispered, brushing your lips with his, “I’m gonna use every second I have to make you scream as loudly as you can.”
Frankie swallowed your needy “yes, please” and pierced your wet pussy with his big cock.
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