away again, squeezing fists into the cushions.
Allen
finally tugged his tongue free of Frances, tracing a line along the
dripping wet gluteal cleft, so ready and needing. Allen sucked on his
fingers again until they’re glistening, thick droplets clinging
to the tip, and pushed both of them inside Frances’s body. He
watched her body spread open around his fingers, taking him easily,
and shoved in all the way to the end. Frances sounded like she was
dying when Allen pushes a third finger inside her. He teased and
played, fingers crooking against the sweet spot for a while before he
spreads them apart as far as he could, Frances’s whole body
going rigid. He fucked Frances with deep, hard thrusts of his hand,
her whole body rising into shivering, sweating knots, spine bowing up
from the settee.
“ God...Allen,
fuck me.”
“ Not
yet.” Allen twisted his fingers, enjoying the shiver that raced
through Frances, the flex of her inner muscles, clinging to him, wet
and hot.
“ Allen,”
Frances gasped in a breathless rush. “Please.”
“ Anything
else comes out of your mouth besides moaning and I’ll stop.”
Frances
shut up, and Allen knew what an effort that must be at this point,
the way Allen’s been teasing her. Allen lowered his chin,
getting a finger on her sensitive nub as he licked a thin line along
her insides, latching his mouth onto her with a quick twist of his
neck, breathing out hard. Frances was moaning and making helpless
noises deep in her throat that went straight to Allen’s dick.
When he was hard again, he curled his fingers inside Frances, letting
the tips drag and push against slick muscle all the way out, and tore
his mouth from her clitoris.
Frances
jerked against the settee, whole body seizing against the sudden lack
of sensation, hands scrabbling over Allen’s skin. Allen sat up
on his knees and grabbed her shoulders, rolling Frances over on her
stomach. Allen sat up and did a 180, switching his knees on either
side of her head and straddling her, balls brushing against the back
of Frances’s neck. He pressed his hands against the couch and
lifted his knees, settling his shins against Frances’s back
before he slowly straightened his legs, body sliding down Frances’s
until he was melded belly to back against her. He angled his hips up,
cock head teasing against Frances as he lay his arms on top of hers,
thumb and forefinger circling her wrists and holding tight as he put
them up over Frances’s head, pressing them into the cushion as
he thrust with his hips, head falling back as he sank into her like a
knife through warm butter, body swallowing him easily, greedily.
“ Fuck,
Frances.” He closed his teeth at the base of her neck, holding
as he strained all the way to the end, bodies meeting, Frances
arching into the thrust as much as she could with Allen’s
weight on top of her. Allen dug his toes into the settee, shoving
just a fraction of an inch deeper, and Frances’s hands clutched
useless and empty against the cushion, muscles and tendons flexing
under Allen’s palms.
Allen
let his teeth slide free of Frances’s neck, whispering against
her skin. “Fucking dying for it, aren’t you?” Allen
snaps his hips back, slamming forward before Frances could answer,
and the sound Frances made, the way she arched into Allen and spread
her legs wider was more than answer enough. But Allen wanted to hear
more, cock dragging back slow and driving in with an upward thrust as
he hit that spot inside of Frances, squeezing her wrists. He inched
up, chin hooking over Frances’s shoulder, whispering hot and
thick as he seesaws his hips in and out.
“ That
how you want it, Frances? Like it like this?”
“ God...
Allen. Fuck... yes,” Frances rasps, words tearing from her with
an effort as Allen drove into her again.
“ Gonna
fuck you raw and useless,” Allen promised, growling the words
with a vicious thrust. He held on to the bones in her wrists and let
his mouth slide back
Allen
finally tugged his tongue free of Frances, tracing a line along the
dripping wet gluteal cleft, so ready and needing. Allen sucked on his
fingers again until they’re glistening, thick droplets clinging
to the tip, and pushed both of them inside Frances’s body. He
watched her body spread open around his fingers, taking him easily,
and shoved in all the way to the end. Frances sounded like she was
dying when Allen pushes a third finger inside her. He teased and
played, fingers crooking against the sweet spot for a while before he
spreads them apart as far as he could, Frances’s whole body
going rigid. He fucked Frances with deep, hard thrusts of his hand,
her whole body rising into shivering, sweating knots, spine bowing up
from the settee.
“ God...Allen,
fuck me.”
“ Not
yet.” Allen twisted his fingers, enjoying the shiver that raced
through Frances, the flex of her inner muscles, clinging to him, wet
and hot.
“ Allen,”
Frances gasped in a breathless rush. “Please.”
“ Anything
else comes out of your mouth besides moaning and I’ll stop.”
Frances
shut up, and Allen knew what an effort that must be at this point,
the way Allen’s been teasing her. Allen lowered his chin,
getting a finger on her sensitive nub as he licked a thin line along
her insides, latching his mouth onto her with a quick twist of his
neck, breathing out hard. Frances was moaning and making helpless
noises deep in her throat that went straight to Allen’s dick.
When he was hard again, he curled his fingers inside Frances, letting
the tips drag and push against slick muscle all the way out, and tore
his mouth from her clitoris.
Frances
jerked against the settee, whole body seizing against the sudden lack
of sensation, hands scrabbling over Allen’s skin. Allen sat up
on his knees and grabbed her shoulders, rolling Frances over on her
stomach. Allen sat up and did a 180, switching his knees on either
side of her head and straddling her, balls brushing against the back
of Frances’s neck. He pressed his hands against the couch and
lifted his knees, settling his shins against Frances’s back
before he slowly straightened his legs, body sliding down Frances’s
until he was melded belly to back against her. He angled his hips up,
cock head teasing against Frances as he lay his arms on top of hers,
thumb and forefinger circling her wrists and holding tight as he put
them up over Frances’s head, pressing them into the cushion as
he thrust with his hips, head falling back as he sank into her like a
knife through warm butter, body swallowing him easily, greedily.
“ Fuck,
Frances.” He closed his teeth at the base of her neck, holding
as he strained all the way to the end, bodies meeting, Frances
arching into the thrust as much as she could with Allen’s
weight on top of her. Allen dug his toes into the settee, shoving
just a fraction of an inch deeper, and Frances’s hands clutched
useless and empty against the cushion, muscles and tendons flexing
under Allen’s palms.
Allen
let his teeth slide free of Frances’s neck, whispering against
her skin. “Fucking dying for it, aren’t you?” Allen
snaps his hips back, slamming forward before Frances could answer,
and the sound Frances made, the way she arched into Allen and spread
her legs wider was more than answer enough. But Allen wanted to hear
more, cock dragging back slow and driving in with an upward thrust as
he hit that spot inside of Frances, squeezing her wrists. He inched
up, chin hooking over Frances’s shoulder, whispering hot and
thick as he seesaws his hips in and out.
“ That
how you want it, Frances? Like it like this?”
“ God...
Allen. Fuck... yes,” Frances rasps, words tearing from her with
an effort as Allen drove into her again.
“ Gonna
fuck you raw and useless,” Allen promised, growling the words
with a vicious thrust. He held on to the bones in her wrists and let
his mouth slide back
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