It’s a show. A scam. I should toss her off me and give her what she doesn’t realize she’s asking for. I should fuck her up her perky little ass without preparing her first and show her that tricks aren’t going to get her anywhere or anything, but truly fucked.
But I don’t. At least not yet. Not when the smell of her fucking wet pussy hits my nostrils and renders me stupid. It’s a mistake to go along with her, but god fucking dammit, mistakes shouldn’t feel this good. I want inside Frankie’s sweet innocent pussy. I want to pound into her with every bit of hatred and desire in my veins.
She’s playing you, and you’re letting her.
Fuck my inner voice. Fuck everything except the here and now. Because in the now, I’ve got a hand threaded through Frankie’s thick, silky mane. I tug on it, and she gasps into my mouth, making my cock jump in response. I deepen the kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth because I want more of her lush lips and soft tongue.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted a piece of ass. I lie to myself. I say that I’m going along with her seduction to teach her a lesson not to toy with me. To show her that I won’t be manipulated, but those thoughts fade as she grinds against my cock with her hot, soaking, wet pussy.
She’s fucking dripping for me.
There’s no doubt in my mind that Frankie hates me. As she should. But trick or not, she wants me. She wants this. Maybe, she didn’t mean to want it, but there’s no mistaking the lust in her