It was sad to say, it hadn’t taken me long before I started to feel that tingling in the base of my balls. Watching her take my dick down her throat was too much of a turn on. “Jesus fucking Christ, you look hot as fuck when you take dick, baby,” I praised. “So hot, I’m about to cum down your throat.”
Frankie moaned and the vibrations were enough to make me shoot off. I pushed my dick as far as it could go and roared as I spilled my seed down her throat. I was briefly conscience of the fact that she might not able to breath, so I pulled out, my cum still shooting out on her chin, neck and the swell of her tits.
She looked down and I barked, “Don’t!” She looked up at me, eyes tearful and lips swollen. “Leave it there,” I told her. “I want to fuck you covered in my cum, Francesca.”
Her eyes flared and my deflating dick twitched.
I hauled her up by her arms and shoved her over the back of the couch. I heard her hiss out her approval, and my mind was on the verge of fucking exploding as I took in all the damage I had done to her last night. Frankie was bruised and battered everywhere, and I couldn’t wait to do it all over again. She was marked everywhere, and the insecure bastard in me wanted to howl with the knowledge.
I unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down, panties and all. When I had her face down over the couch in nothing but her bra, I dropped to my knees, spread her ass wide and licked that sweet tasting pussy of hers from clit to hole.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. “Phoenix…”
“Take off your bra,” I instructed between swipes. “I want you completely naked when I fuck the shit out of you.” I didn’t bother to check if she would comply; I knew she would.
I ate her pussy until my dick started to come back to life which, to make up for the earlier eruption, was rather quickly. I stood behind her and, grabbing her hips, I slammed my cock into her tight sheathe, and even though there was some slight discomfort on both our parts, I still knew I’d fuck this girl until my dick fell off if I could.
I reached up, grabbed Frankie by her hair, and pulled her up until her body was bowed and my lips were next to her right ear. “This is what I want every fucking day, Frankie,” I demanded between thrusts. “I want my dick buried in your tight cunt at least once a fucking day.”
“Yeah?” Her hands white-knuckled on the back of the couch. “What’s in it for me?” she taunted.
“You want to know what’s in it for you?” I asked as my hand pulled at her hair painfully. I leaned back and held still as I aimed a perfect drop of spit onto that puckered hole of hers. As soon as it landed, I took my left hand off her hip and worked a finger inside her ass. She moaned like a whore and I double penetrated her two tight cockholes. “That’s what’s in it for you,” I growled as I pulled her hair tighter. “Spread your legs for me and I’ll fuck you every day like a dirty slut, baby.”
Frankie started pushing back, really begging for it. “Phoenix, please…”
“Marry me, Frankie,” I commanded. “Marry me willingly.” I slammed into her so hard, I had to remove my fingers from her ass and my hand from her hair. I grabbed onto her hips and forced my dick into her hot heat as far as I could go. I bottom out in her womb and I didn’t give not one fuck how painful it was for either of us. “Marry me, Frankie,” I chanted. “Fucking marry me.”
Frankie screamed towards the ceiling as her entire body shook in ecstasy. “Yes!” She came all over my dick, but I refused to show her mercy. If Frankie refused to believe my words of love, I was going to show her with my body. I slammed into her body until she was screaming my name in pain instead of pleasure.
“Tell me you love me,” I demanded. “Tell me, Francesca.”
“Stop, Phoenix,” she begged. “Oh, God…”
I felt the tightening of her pussy as she trailed off. She was going to cum again, but not before I got what I wanted. “Tell me,” I grunted.
“I love you!” Frankie screamed it so loud, I wasn’t completely sure her brother or Luca wouldn’t come running to see if we were killing each other. She finally started convulsing and, only then, did I allow myself to empty inside her womb.
The living room was silent except for Francesca’s sobs. I leaned down and pressed my lips against her dewy skin. She cried while I repeated those three little words over, and over again against her back.
She cried, but she didn’t push me away.
Chapter 16
Francesca~
Francesca Elena Mancini Fiore.
That was my new name.
I was married and the ceremony had been just as Luca said it would be. We had a priest in good standing with the church perform the ceremony, with Ciro giving me away, Massimo standing in as Phoenix’s Best Man-hospital gown and all-and Luca standing as my-hand to God-my Maid-of-Honor.
The entire thing lasted but a few minutes as Phoenix insisted that we exchange traditional vows, including the part where I vowed to obey the jackass, yet his vows were void of that particular instruction.
But what had really surprised the hell out of me was how there were only rings for me, but not Phoenix. When he explained that no Made Men wore rings for safety reasons, I almost threw my set
