Page 49 of Mob Queen

I pull my shoulders back and lift my chin. “I didn’t do what you think I did.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you here?”

A slight smile tugs at her lips. “Because wrong is always fun.” She shakes her head slightly and smirks. She clicks her tongue and takes a step away from me. “What a shame.”

Frankie turns her back to me and advances toward the front door.

Everything inside is screaming to let her walk out of my house and never have anything to do with her again. But I find myself taking my tie off, and approaching her. I slide the tie over her head and onto her neck. I push her against the wall and grab the tie, wrapping it around my hand. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I whisper in her ear.

“You want me gone,” she replies with a deep husk.

I sandwich her between myself and the wall, and slide my hand into her pants. Her pussy is soaking wet and greedily waiting for me. “You’re so fucking wet.” I push a finger into her and Frankie moans. I kick her legs out and use my forearm to push against the wall while tightening the tie around her neck. “This cunt needs to be fucked.”

“Yes, I do,” she admits shamelessly.

Jesus, why am I so desperate to fuck her? I should stop before it goes any further, but I can’t. I want this. Damn it, I want her.

I pull my finger out of her pussy and force it into her mouth. “Is your taste delicious?”

“So good,” Frankie moans as she sucks my finger.

My cock hardens with her pleasure. I tighten the tie around my hand and step back, exposing Frankie’s neck. “Strip.” She carefully begins to undress. When she gets to her shirt, I tear if off, refusing to loosen the tie around her neck. My God, her torso is tattooed with a black rose that starts at her navel and stretches all the way up to between her tits. There’s no part of her I don’t want to fuck. I can’t wait until my cock has filled every single hole. I push her to the ground so she’s on her knees. “You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”

Frankie’s tongue peeks out and sweeps across her lower lip. “I’m anything but good.” She cocks a brow and smirks.

I tug on the tie and pull her toward me. “You’ll be a good fucking slut for me, and if you are, you’ll be rewarded with my cock.”

“It’s only a reward if you know how to use it.”

I jerk the tie, making it tighten around her neck. Frankie gasps then purrs as the pressure increases. I lean down and pinch her nipple between my fingers, applying so much force it causes her to moan. I squat in front of her, lean in and move her hair away from her ear. “Your cunt needs me,” I whisper.

Although she’s on all fours, I notice her thighs tighten. God, she’s such a whore for me. She’s my whore. My slut, mine to fuck. Mine to do whatever I want with. I push up and yank the tie so Frankie’s head is tilted toward me. I loosen the tie as I walk behind her. I could kneel behind her and fill her ass or her pussy, but I want her to beg for me to fuck her. I want to hear her plead.

“Should I fuck this?” I spank her ass four times in quick succession. It instantly reddens from my hand print. “Or should I fuck this?” I slam two fingers into her pussy and twirl them until Frankie rocks back to find her release. I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, licking them clean. Frankie tastes amazing. I can’t wait until she’s sitting on my face and I’m feasting on her sweet pussy. “Maybe,” I start as I move to stand in front of her. “I’ll fuck this first.” I rub my thumb over her lower lip.

“I want...”

I yank on the tie until she gasps. “I don’t care what you want.” I smile as I watch the tie constrict her air. “You want what I want,” I say in a low voice before loosening the tie. “I’m hungry, I’m going to eat my dinner while you fuck me with your mouth.” With the tie still firmly in my hand, I tug on it so she’s following behind me as I head into the kitchen. “Sit there and be a good girl.” I knot the tie to a cupboard as I take my dinner out of the fridge and microwave it. Thank God for leftovers. “Are you hungry?” I turn to find her fucking her fingers. “Stop that, now.” Slowly, Frankie moves her hand. “Don’t let that go to waste. Lick them.” I indicate with a flick of my finger.

The microwave beeps, and I walk over to take my dinner out to the dining table. When I return to the kitchen, Frankie is still licking herself clean. My cock is now straining, desperate for her mouth, her cunt and her ass. I want it all, everything I can have. I release the tie from the cupboard, and yank on it until Frankie is following behind. Once I’m seated, I sit back and say, “Crawl under the table.” Obediently, Frankie crawls until she’s in front of me. “I’m hungry, so I’ll have my dinner. You’ll fuck me with your mouth until I tell you to stop.”

“I might bite it off.”

I yank on the tie until she gasps for air. “You’ll fuck me until I tell you to stop.” Frankie doesn’t try to stop this, instead she nods once. “You’re such a good girl for me.” I release the tie and gently stroke her chin. “Now, unzip me, and suck.”

She makes quick work of my pants, her soft hand wraps around my cock and the next thing I feel is the warmth of her mouth. My eyes roll back as I take a deep breath. The sound of Frankie slurping forces me to focus so I don’t blow my load right now. A known mob queen is under my dining table, on her knees, fucking me with her mouth.

I steady my breath as I relax back in my seat and open my eyes. I’m met with Frankie holding eye contact with me while her head bobs, taking me deeper and deeper. “I want my cum dripping out of your mouth.” She shifts her body, giving me a better view of her bouncing tits. “Suck me, baby. Let me see your mouth full.” Her pert nipples brush up against my legs, causing Frankie to moan. She rubs her chest against my pants, and it’s clear she likes the scratch of my pants against her nipples.

I push back from the table a bit, lacing my fingers through her hair and push her down further. She gurgles, and chokes, but I keep her there while she keeps fucking me. My other hand leans down and pinches her nipple – rolling and pulling just so I can see Frankie’s face soften with her own pleasure. My girl is a pain whore. She likes it rough.

I’ve never fucked anyone as kinky as Frankie, and I love it. “That’s it, take all of me.” I push her head down further, making Frankie gag and nearly choke. But I give her no reprieve. I lean down further and impale her with two fingers. Her bare pussy is fucking soaking and clenches around my fingers. Frankie welcomes my intrusion. I pull out of her and lick my fingers. “God, you taste like fucking sin.” She gulps around my cock, her eyes watering. But it’s clear to see she’s loving this. “Make my cum drip out of your mouth.”

She closes her eyes and attacks my cock like it’s her lifeline. I sit back and watch Frankie enjoy herself. She lifts her hand and kneads my balls softly, then tugs on them. With my fingers still in her hair, I pull her further down on my cock. My fevered heart bounces hard in my chest. Heat blazes through me with all the delicious and unreserved moans tearing through Frankie. “I want to see my cum in your mouth.” My balls draw up and my cock is the hardest it’s ever been. Frankie’s lips touch the base of my cock as she deep throats me. She’s a fucking pro at giving head. “That’s it,” I breathe as I release into her mouth. My orgasm rips through me while Frankie continues to lick, slurp and rotate her tongue around the head. I reach down and grab her jaw, pinching it tight until she releases. She sits back, and in her mouth is my cum. I smear it across her lips, making sure I’ve fully marked her. “Now be a good little slut and swallow the rest for me.”

Frankie blinks twice and licks her fucking lips as my cum dribbles out of her mouth, then swallows. Jesus fucking Christ. She’s made me hard again without even trying.