Fuck, he is so sexy. I can’t help but bite my lip at the sight of him sprawled out on Johnny’s couch, blitzed as fuck with a huge shit-eating grin on his face. Maybe it’s because I know what’s going to happen once we leave, that is if Frankie doesn’t pass out on me first. But if I get my way, the only thing he’s going to be passed out from is all the nuts that I’m going to make him bust after I finish sucking and fucking his dick. Shit, I’m getting juicy just thinking about it…yeah it’s definitely time to go.
His gorgeous blues finally meet mine and that shit-eating grin somehow becomes wider as I saunter over his way and take a seat in his lap.
“Hi baby,” I say low enough for just the two of us to hear before I suck his earlobe into my mouth.
He hisses and bites his bottom lip in pleasure before responding. “Now you know you need to stop all that before I tear your pussy up in front of everyone.”
“Well then take me home so that you can tear it up between our sheets,” I reply coyly, praying that he’ll get the hint despite his dazed and confused mind.
“Why?” He asks while cocking an eyebrow. “You wet for me baby?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I say before capturing my lips with his in a slow, toe-curling kiss while two of his digits slip inside my panties. I bite my lip in order to stifle my moans as I feel Frankie dip inside my warm, wet depths and his fingers caress me in a beckoning motion. As wet as I am right now, he better stop before I bust all over the both of us. His thumb lightly grazes my clit before he pulls away completely and breaks our kiss.
“You’re fucking soaking,” he whispers into my ear seductively. “I’m surprised that you didn’t wet yourself.” We both bust out laughing because Frankie only gets this silly and stupid when he’s high. I just hope for my sake that he’ll be able to get it up tonight.
“Frankie, I want to go home now…and I want head. I want head so fucking good that when I cum, I’ll still be shivering and shaking until you put your dick inside of me. Then I’m going to undress and you’re going to fuck the hell out of me. You can do whatever you want just as long as there’s a nice handprint on my ass when we’re finished. Think you can handle all of that, baby?” I ask feigning innocence.
He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and nods his head, absorbing all my erotic requests into his brain. “Hey yo Johnny, I’m out man.”
“Awww Ballenbacher you’re a fucking bitch man! What’s more important than chilling with us tonight?”
Frankie turns and looks at me with a mischievous grin as I beckon him with my finger before turning back to Johnny. “My girlfriend’s pussy man,” he replies before the two young men break out into hearty laughter.
“Well, that is very important my friend so go handle your business. I’ll get at you later man.” The two engage in their usual “handshake” before Frankie returns his attention back to me, sweeping me off of my feet and carrying me in his arms as we head for the door.
“You ready baby?” he asks me, still wearing that naughty grin.
“I’ve been ready daddy.”
“Good because I’m going to need to send you to the hospital to recuperate when I get finished with you.”
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I run my hand over the smoothness of Frankie’s buzz before trailing my fingers along his scruffiness and landing my fingertips to his lips. I laugh as he nips and places small kisses to them all while making sure he doesn’t run us off the road. I know, he shouldn’t even be riding a bicycle let alone driving in his current condition but he insisted that he was okay. Thankfully we live about 25 minutes away from Johnny’s and due to Frankie driving like a bat out of hell, we’ll be there in about 15”hell, whatever gets us home and naked the fastest. But my quest to ride his ass into the sunset is rudely interrupted when Frankie pulls up to a gas station convenience store.
“Baby, I’ll be just a second,” he says while taking in the WTF expression on my face. Shit, I’m horny as hell and all he’s thinking about is a bag of Doritos? Hell naw.
“Frankie, just hurry the hell up,” I retort, getting more irritated by the second.
That’s when I notice the return of that shit-eating grin. “Look at you all hot, bothered, and ready to jump my ass. You already know what happens when you get mad at me,” he says in a sing-song voice while planting a wet kiss on my neck.
Boy, do I ever. There have been a couple of times where Frankie has pissed me off for some reason…and then he gives a reason not be mad anymore…and I end up walking around our place bowlegged for a few days afterward. Catch my drift?
I can’t help the naughty smile that appears on my face as those times run through my mind, but I quickly snap back to reality as I begin to shove Frankie toward the door.
“GO…and while you’re in there, get me some Red Vines and some””
“Gummy worms. I got you baby, I got you.” He cuts me off before sliding his lean, muscular frame out the door and heading inside. When he isn’t being stupid or just an overall asshole, Frankie can be such a sweet, caring, and thoughtful boyfriend. Like now as he gets back in the car and tosses me my box of Red Vines and bag of gummy worms, I smile at how he remembered to get me sour gummy worms, not the plain ones without me even mentioning it.
“Thank you baby,” I say softly before placing a kiss on his cheek.
He mirrors my smile, “You’re welcome. Now let’s go home so we can fuck.”
I just throw my head back and laugh as he pulls out of the parking lot and speeds off into the night.
It’s all but five minutes later that I’m ready to whoop his ass once again when I hear: “Fuck, I forgot something to drink!”
I wish he would try to turn this car around just so I could backhand his dumb ass, but I decide to take the calmer approach instead.
“Frankie if you turn this car around, the only way you’re getting your dick wet is if you jump in the pool. Now stop fucking around and take me home.”
I can see him frowning out of the corner of my eye but I don’t care. Shit, nobody told him to smoke enough weed to make his mouth feel like the damn Sahara. Besides, we’re less than five minutes away from our place and I’ll be dammed if he interrupts operation dick-me-down one more time. But that’s when his voice breaks through my thoughts, noticeably a few octaves lower than normal.
“Aye…you still wet for me baby?”
I turn to face him and respond, focusing on his mouth as I watch his tongue glide over his luscious pink lips. He’s not even touching me and yet that one single motion is making throb so bad I have to press my thighs together. I don’t even need to answer his question before he pulls over to the side of the road somewhere within our neighborhood and cuts the car off.
“Take your seatbelt off…and your panties too.”
Our eyes never leave one another’s as I do what he asks of me and watch as he reclines his seat back. I don’t wait a second longer before I’m in his lap, feverishly undoing his belt and pants before he pushes my hands out of the way.
“Worry about that later. Right now, I want your lips right here,” he says barely above a whisper while pointing to his lips.
I bite my bottom lip at Frankie before releasing it and sucking his into my mouth. Our lips begin to hungrily battle as his lips capture my bottom one and my tongue seeks his. Much to my dismay he begins to slow our kiss down before breaking it entirely, leaving us both breathless.
“Baby as much as I love them, I wasn’t talking about these lips…” he says seductively while tracing my lip with his thumb before slipping it into my mouth.
I laugh before shaking my head at him. “Frankie, you’re so fucking nasty.”
He rolls his eyes at me before gripping my waist, lifting me seamlessly, and placing my pussy right above his mouth.
“Dana,” he says while bunching my skirt around my waist. “Quit acting like you’ve never sat on my face and that you don’t like it,” he chuckles softly as I smack him teasingly on his head.
“Besides…” he breathes softly against me, making me shiver. “I’ve got cotton mouth like a bitch and since somebody wouldn’t let me go back to the store, I had to find another way to quench my thirst.”
I hear my giggle in response instantly turn into a gasp of pleasure as Frankie dives face and tongue first into my pussy. I guess that bag of Doritos is for later because he is licking, sucking, and savoring me like he hasn’t eaten in days. I hold on for dear life as my boyfriend’s tongue explores my warm, slick depths, the tip brushing my swollen g-spot before moving out to lave my clit. When he starts to hum against it is when I start to lose it, forcing him to wrap his forearms around my hips in order to keep me in place.
“Shit Frankie…” I cry out in ecstasy.
“Baby hold still,” he says, pulling away with smack. “Now I know it feels good and shit, but I can’t make you cum if you keep taking it from me. Now rock your hips against me the way that I like it.”
Frankie is some kinda freaky, but I love it. Hell, only a man who loves pussy as much as he does could take a mouthful of it.
Story Notes:
Hey everyone! I know it has been a LONG time; life has been getting the been getting the best of me these last few years, but I'm trying to (slowly, very slowly) get back into the writing game. In the spirit of that and the Awesome August Challenge, I wanted to post a drabble/short piece I wrote about year ago. It's just been sitting around on my computer so I cleaned it up and decided to share it with you all. I hope you all like/enjoy it. Oh and this is fiction that solely came from my brain and that no copyright infringement or anything other than pervyness was intended.
Chapter End Notes:
Hope you don't hate me TOO much for that ending lol.
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