Frankee and I stayed up until three in the morning. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. Not when she was wearing that sexy-as-fuck lingerie.
I’ve never seen anyone wear anything like that. Sure, I’ve watched porn and seen it on those women, but never on a real-life woman. And never one in my bed.
Frankee is like my very own porno princess.
I gave her six orgasms last night—one an hour.
I’ve never done that before. Not that I don’t have the ability. I’ve just never
been inclined to.
She doesn’t stir. Not even a little. I shake her shoulder this time. “Frankee. Wake up,
baby. I have to go.”
She rolls to her back and slowly opens her eyes. “Someone fucked me into next week.
You’ll have to check back with me when it comes around to see if I can wake
“You don’t have to get up, but I do have to go.”
“No. Don’t go. Staaaay.” She has no idea how badly I want to.
At some point during the night, Frankee washed off her makeup, and I’m seeing her for the first time without cosmetics. It’s confirmed. She’s a natural beauty and
doesn’t need that garbage on her face.
“I wish I could stay in this bed with you all day, but I promised Stout I’d help him move his stuff to his new house today. I was supposed to be there already, but I
couldn’t bear to leave when you looked so beautiful in my bed.”
I already know he’s going to give me shit for being late.
“Wait a minute… before you go.”
Frankee dashes to the bathroom, still wearing her porno princess attire from last
night. That is one convenient getup. I hope she has more of those.
She returns from the bathroom with her hair twisted into a topknot. I don’t know what it is that makes that so damn sexy.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and lowers herself to straddle me on the bed.
“Kiss me before you go.”
Her mouth is minty. And hungry, based on the way she devours my mouth and neck. “Is this your plan for tempting me to stay?”
Her hands are working to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. “No. This is.”