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I usually didn’t. I ran my cock through her wetness and hit her clit. She jolted. Her hands clamped on my arms.

“You ready, Frankie?”

“Yes.” She was panting fast.

“Look at me. Don’t look away.” The words I’d never said before tumbled out of me. Her gaze locked on my face.

I shoved my hips against her thighs, pushing them out wider. Then I pushed my cock into her. Her nails bit into my skin.

I went deeper, taking my time, making her feel every slow inch. She felt good. “You feel me?”

“I feel you.”

She was tight. “Been a while?”

Her eyelids fluttered open. “Yes. I’ve been a little busy.”

“Good.” I liked that.

I pulled back and surged deeper.

“Oh, oh…” She whimpered.

I thrust all the way, balls-deep.

“Yes!” she cried.

I felt her clench on my cock and swallowed a groan. I was fighting for control. “I like the way you take my cock, Frankie.”

“Reath.” She licked her lips. “Move. I need you to move.”

I started thrusting. She clamped her legs to my hips, and our bodies slapped together.

Yes, fuck. I was deep inside Frankie, and it felt so right.

The room filled with my groans and Frankie’s moans.

“I can’t wait to come inside you,” I bit out.

“Yes.”

“But first, you come again.”

I reached down between our sweat-slicked bodies and thumbed her clit. With every plunge of my cock, her pussy clenched on me.

“You like me deep inside you?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

I was getting close, the pressure growing inside me.

“I’m not sure I can come again,” she panted. “I’m close, but…I’m the queen of overthinking, and I take too long.”

“I don’t want you thinking, only feeling.”

I widened my knees for balance and gripped my hands around her waist. Then I lifted her off the ground.

She squeaked, and her legs and arms clamped around me.