Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 154525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
For my big sister—SJ
“It’s a boy?” Frankie asked, head snapping up.
Her dad nodded, and she could see what the news meant to him carved into the panes of his face. “Yeah, it’s a boy.”
21. — her choice...
Lower Manhattan, New York
Nico, Greenwich Village
Almost four weeks later...
“I can’t believe,” Nico grunted out, fucking Frankie through every word, “that you seriously thought I would care.”
“Oh, my God, right here,” she mumbled against the lips he pressed to hers. Her hips, tilting into him, and her legs, pulled high in the bends of his arms, sought the rhythm of his. Until he held her down to the bed and started grinding every one of those thrusts hard against her pulsing pussy. “S-shit, okay, that.”
He kissed her again, knowing she found the taste of herself on the tongue that flicked out to find his before her breaths changed without warning. Her legs shuddered the tighter she tried to squeeze against his hold.
“I don’t give a fuck if your waxed or trimmed, or nothing, Frankie,” he told her, making sure she knew he hadn’t let go of what she said earlier when he woke her up between her thighs. His flight came in red eye, but she awoke long enough to curl her entire body into his. He fell asleep before he even took his jacket off. Three days earlier than he planned. “I like pussy every fucking way I can get it.”
Her cute moment of embarrassment when he woke her up, already sucking on her clit, had better be the last thing on her mind at this point.
And by the looks of it, it was. Something hotter flashed in her eyes.
At the same time, she came. Her moans broke into a gasp from him leaving her body the second he felt her pussy contract hard around him; he saw the spark of jealousy as she realized what he said.
He’d take care of that in a minute. It made his dick harder.
Eating the orgasm out of her, drop by drop, was his personal apology for the way he’d posed his preference for the female anatomy. He could have specified hers, but...
He bet how she fucked him next would make up for that, and make sure he never made the mistake again.
Panting into the palms of her shaking hands, Nico kissed a wet path up Frankie’s quivering body. He waited for her to stop hiding under her hands and look at him the closer he came. At her chin, he kissed, sucking gently before she lifted her hands a little to peek at him.
“Do you know why you shouldn’t be jealous?”
She shook her head.
He grinned wickedly. “Even though it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Especially when those hands of hers dropped between them. She found him with both, stroking just tight enough to make his next words ache a little on the way out.
“Because you think anybody compares to what it feels like when I fuck you,” he told her, dotting kisses across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose as he spoke, “like you’re not the best lay I’ve ever had and the last woman I will ever fuck from now ‘til I’m dead.”
She stopped stroking him then, shoving at his chest to force him against the bed. She climbed on top, pulling her sheet around her body as she went before settling down on him all at once. Tight and wet, she consumed him.
It took his breath away. So did her nails digging into his chest.
He still managed to speak, because he wasn’t fucking done. Even if the way she rode him, a steady beat that made it hard to think while he grabbed her hips and watched the show, took his breath away.
“Only one of us seems to know these things,” he said, husky and between catching breaths. “Like the way you never wonder if how we’re fucking is bad, you just take it, fuck me back, and love it like I do; like you’re mine.”
Her breath hitched. “Aren’t I?”
“Like you’re made for me.”
He held her hips tight, letting his fingers bite into the curve of her flesh, and finally starting to fuck her back. It was a dangerous game for him to play, because he was sure to blow a lot faster if he helped, but he could see what edged her trembling lips and hooded eyes.
She’d come again. He wanted it.
“Then why do you like it so much?” she whispered up above.
“It’s hot.”
“Why?”
She punctured the question with a grinding roll of her hips against his body. He couldn’t even be ashamed of the reason, the truth, that came out of his mouth as she inched him closer to losing his load. Her being on top always did it for him. He liked how she looked doing it. How she used him to get off.