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“Fine. I’m sorry I was
‘sulking’ or whatever. I’ll try to be happy to not
spend any time with you from now on.”
“ Oh,
grow up,” Frances replied in irritation and stalked off down
the hall to their room. Allen took a breath to steady his rapidly
rising ire and followed her. He slammed the bedroom door after he
walked in, startling her and making her spin around to face him in
surprise.
“ What?”
she got out before he was on her like a shark swallowing its prey. He
propelled her backward onto the bed and they both fell, Allen
stretching his hands out to break his fall so that he wouldn’t
fall on her.
“ Shut
up,” he said, even though she wasn’t exactly trying to
talk. His lips came down and fastened onto hers, the caress more
angry than tender. Frances wrapped her arms around his neck and
pulled him in anyway, softening in a way that let him know she
yielded, she submitted to him; whatever he wanted, he could have. He
didn’t even have to ask. Well, what he wanted was all of it,
all of her, all the time. It was all consuming, this feeling in his
chest that caused him to rip her clothes from her body with
controlled savagery and bite at her lip just so he could mark her,
everyone would know who she belonged to for weeks to come. Her
delicate honey complexion showed every bruise for as long as it took
to heal. The site of the redness on her lip was like a red flag to a
bull. Allen’s
vision went hazy and he tore at his fly, n ot
really coordinated enough to get them off efficiently. Then her hands
were on him and he took his own away, letting her relieve him of his
jeans and his shirt and his boxers. He stood naked and trembling
before her as she leaned in and licked a line up his painfully hard
penis. He shivered in reaction and snapped his hips forward, seeking
the warmth of her mouth even as she moved away. She got on her knees
and took off her shirt which was hanging half on, half off her. Her
eyes were steady on him as he took in her body.
“ Frannie,”
he growled taking a step forward and putting one knee on the bed.
“ Al,”
she breathed in reply, leaning forward to place her lip on the side
of his mouth, tongue peeking out to taste. “Fuck me,” she
whispered as she took his ear between her teeth.
“ Uh,”
he groaned as he circled her waist with his hands and threw her
backward so she fell sprawled onto the bed, legs spread wide. “Fran,”
he whispered as he covered her body with his, penetrating her in one
long thrust as his breath caught in his chest and he literally felt
his heart stop. Her legs came up as she held onto them with her
hands, giving him full access to her wet warmth. Hips snapping with
vigor and speed, he rutted into her; mouth open and breath coming
fast and hard and hoarse. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as
he listened to the sounds she was making; full of want and lust and need .
Allen’s stomach hurt with the need to be deep inside her and he
doubled his efforts, the friction creating an impossible heat that
fueled the fires of his passion.
“ Fran,”
he bit out, his lungs empty of oxygen as he forgot to breath. Her
hands let go of her legs which wrapped themselves around his middle
as her hands inched up to tangle with his. Her back arched propelling
him even deeper into her as she moaned, eyes fluttering as her
internal muscles shivered with sensitivity. He thrust harder into
her, reaching down to capture her lips as he felt his orgasm bearing
down on him.
“ Come
with me,” he murmured as he fucked deeper and deeper into her.
She made a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure, threw her head
back and shuddered into her completion. He let himself go as she did,
happy to be in sync with her at least in this one thing. He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, not bothering to
remove his weight from her chest for a moment. Too fucked out to care
how heavy he was. She uttered no word of protest so Allen assumed she
was too well fucked to
‘sulking’ or whatever. I’ll try to be happy to not
spend any time with you from now on.”
“ Oh,
grow up,” Frances replied in irritation and stalked off down
the hall to their room. Allen took a breath to steady his rapidly
rising ire and followed her. He slammed the bedroom door after he
walked in, startling her and making her spin around to face him in
surprise.
“ What?”
she got out before he was on her like a shark swallowing its prey. He
propelled her backward onto the bed and they both fell, Allen
stretching his hands out to break his fall so that he wouldn’t
fall on her.
“ Shut
up,” he said, even though she wasn’t exactly trying to
talk. His lips came down and fastened onto hers, the caress more
angry than tender. Frances wrapped her arms around his neck and
pulled him in anyway, softening in a way that let him know she
yielded, she submitted to him; whatever he wanted, he could have. He
didn’t even have to ask. Well, what he wanted was all of it,
all of her, all the time. It was all consuming, this feeling in his
chest that caused him to rip her clothes from her body with
controlled savagery and bite at her lip just so he could mark her,
everyone would know who she belonged to for weeks to come. Her
delicate honey complexion showed every bruise for as long as it took
to heal. The site of the redness on her lip was like a red flag to a
bull. Allen’s
vision went hazy and he tore at his fly, n ot
really coordinated enough to get them off efficiently. Then her hands
were on him and he took his own away, letting her relieve him of his
jeans and his shirt and his boxers. He stood naked and trembling
before her as she leaned in and licked a line up his painfully hard
penis. He shivered in reaction and snapped his hips forward, seeking
the warmth of her mouth even as she moved away. She got on her knees
and took off her shirt which was hanging half on, half off her. Her
eyes were steady on him as he took in her body.
“ Frannie,”
he growled taking a step forward and putting one knee on the bed.
“ Al,”
she breathed in reply, leaning forward to place her lip on the side
of his mouth, tongue peeking out to taste. “Fuck me,” she
whispered as she took his ear between her teeth.
“ Uh,”
he groaned as he circled her waist with his hands and threw her
backward so she fell sprawled onto the bed, legs spread wide. “Fran,”
he whispered as he covered her body with his, penetrating her in one
long thrust as his breath caught in his chest and he literally felt
his heart stop. Her legs came up as she held onto them with her
hands, giving him full access to her wet warmth. Hips snapping with
vigor and speed, he rutted into her; mouth open and breath coming
fast and hard and hoarse. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as
he listened to the sounds she was making; full of want and lust and need .
Allen’s stomach hurt with the need to be deep inside her and he
doubled his efforts, the friction creating an impossible heat that
fueled the fires of his passion.
“ Fran,”
he bit out, his lungs empty of oxygen as he forgot to breath. Her
hands let go of her legs which wrapped themselves around his middle
as her hands inched up to tangle with his. Her back arched propelling
him even deeper into her as she moaned, eyes fluttering as her
internal muscles shivered with sensitivity. He thrust harder into
her, reaching down to capture her lips as he felt his orgasm bearing
down on him.
“ Come
with me,” he murmured as he fucked deeper and deeper into her.
She made a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure, threw her head
back and shuddered into her completion. He let himself go as she did,
happy to be in sync with her at least in this one thing. He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, not bothering to
remove his weight from her chest for a moment. Too fucked out to care
how heavy he was. She uttered no word of protest so Allen assumed she
was too well fucked to
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