The Promise
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Her makeup was heavy but classy, just as he liked it.
And even several feet away, he could smell hints of her perfume.
All of it, all of her, reclining on his bed, smiling at him with that smile of hers, just like he liked it.
“So,” she said and got up to her knees, something that made his c**k start to get hard in a way that he knew would break a record. This was because he saw only a small triangle of plum covering her sex and the ribbons riding the swells of her h*ps through the sheer, not to mention a good view of her creamy thighs spread slightly. “You kicked my birthday’s ass so huge, I had to get creative…” She tipped her head to the side and her hair went with it before she continued, “And tell fibs.”
She reached behind her, her arm came around, and she held in her hand a big plastic bottle of chocolate sauce.
“I came prepared,” she finished, waving the bottle in the air beside her head.
Taking her in, suddenly he had a feeling this was going to be the best birthday he’d ever had.
Not to delay in getting to that part, he walked to the end of his bed, stopped to stand in front of her, and tossed his phone and the water beyond Frankie onto the bed.
As he did this, Frankie put her free hand to his chest and whispered, “Sweaty.”
Ben took the bottle out of her hand and tossed it so it landed with the other shit.
She tipped her head back to catch his eyes and asked, “Not hungry?”
“How long can you stay?” he asked back, and the playful light flickered in her eyes.
“Until morning.”
Disappointing.
For him, and with that light flickering, for her.
“How many nighties did you bring?” he went on.
“Five.”
Now that was something.
“This one the best?” he kept going.
“I don’t know,” she answered. “You’ll have to rate them.”
He’d do that.
But first, he’d have to get better acquainted with this one.
In order to accomplish that, he bent to her, but only to lift the sheer material, find the ribbon of her panties with the tips of his fingers, and trace it over her hip to the top of the cheek of her ass and down until he encountered the portion of ribbon that disappeared in her cleft.
G-string.
Jesus.
Frankie.
She slid her hands into the sides of his tee and up over his skin at the sides of his ribs, her head tipped back, her eyes on his, not playful anymore but something he liked a f**kuva lot better.
He slid his middle finger under the string, dragged the pad down between the cheeks of her ass, and her lids lowered, her lips parted, and his dick jumped.
“I like this, baby,” he murmured.
“Does it say happy birthday?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah.”
“You gonna unwrap your present so you can play with it?”
His finger encountered moist, showing she was ready, and he growled, “Fuck yeah.”
Her hands slid back and down, diving into his workout pants and cupping his ass as she tipped forward so her mouth was brushing his. “Then play, honey.”
Definitely.
This birthday was going to be the f**king best.
He bent deeper and slid the tip of his finger through her wetness and up, gliding it inside.
Her fingers clenched into his ass and she breathed, “Benny.”
He slid it deeper and asked, “What else you got planned, Frankie?”
“Well,” she whispered, and he pushed in deeper, then pulled out and gave it back and again and again so her hands quit clenching his ass and dragged up his back. “I have the chocolate sauce.”
“Saw that, honey.”
“And Mrs. Zambino has the ingredients for the cake I’m gonna bake later.”
He kept f**king her with his finger, looking into her eyes, feeling his dick begin to ache, watching her get excited, feeling it coat his finger as he said, “I’ll look forward to that.”
“She also has all the stuff for the dinner I’m gonna make you later. A deux, just you and me. I called Theresa and she and Vinnie are happy to wait to celebrate with you on the weekend.”
Just you and me.
Yeah.
She was kicking birthday ass.
“Sounds good,” he rumbled, continuing to thrust into her wet with his finger.
“And, of course, I bought you a present,” she went on huskily.
He drove his finger in deep, got her gasp, and noted, “Thought my present was right here.”
“I got you another one,” she breathed.
He didn’t need another one. But for her, he’d take it.
“What else, Frankie?”
She slid one hand from his back, over his stomach, and down over his hard cock, her h*ps moving with his finger, ready to move on, and he knew it when she begged, “Need you to f**k me, Benny.”
“What else you got planned, baby?”
“What do you want, honey?”
“You gonna sit on my face while you suck me off?”
Her h*ps jerked and her lips whispered, “Yeah.”
“You gonna ride me na**d while you play with your tits and clit?”
Her hand at his c**k started rubbing as she repeated a breathy, “Yeah, Benny.”
He slid his finger out, rubbed it hard over her clit, and watched her eyes roll back as a moan rolled up her throat.
“You gonna let me do anything I want to you?”
“Yes, Ben.”
“Then turn around, stay on your knees, face to the mattress, ass in the air, and give me that pu**y,” he ordered.
She did as told instantly, knees to the edge of the bed, head down, ass up, the sight of all that was her, and the flawless skin of the cheeks of her ass in that G-string nearly making him come in his pants.
He didn’t.
He got the G-string down her thighs as he pulled his c**k out, positioned, and drove it inside her.
Her head shot back, her dark, shining hair flying all over the place. He reached out, caught it, and pulled hard.
“Yes,” she said on a clipped cry.
“What you want?” he asked, driving deep and doing it hard.
“Fuck me, Benny.”
“Hard?”
“Yes.”
He drove in, stayed, and ground deep.
“My baby want it rough?” he pushed.
“Please,” she begged.
He tugged on her hair.
Her pu**y convulsed around his c**k and her h*ps started moving in opposite tandem to his so she was slamming that sweet, tight, slick cunt onto his dick.
Fucking ecstasy.
He dropped her hair but bent further over her to curl his fingers around her shoulder, and even as she powered back, he drove her into him, using his other hand to slap her thigh, making her jump.
And even several feet away, he could smell hints of her perfume.
All of it, all of her, reclining on his bed, smiling at him with that smile of hers, just like he liked it.
“So,” she said and got up to her knees, something that made his c**k start to get hard in a way that he knew would break a record. This was because he saw only a small triangle of plum covering her sex and the ribbons riding the swells of her h*ps through the sheer, not to mention a good view of her creamy thighs spread slightly. “You kicked my birthday’s ass so huge, I had to get creative…” She tipped her head to the side and her hair went with it before she continued, “And tell fibs.”
She reached behind her, her arm came around, and she held in her hand a big plastic bottle of chocolate sauce.
“I came prepared,” she finished, waving the bottle in the air beside her head.
Taking her in, suddenly he had a feeling this was going to be the best birthday he’d ever had.
Not to delay in getting to that part, he walked to the end of his bed, stopped to stand in front of her, and tossed his phone and the water beyond Frankie onto the bed.
As he did this, Frankie put her free hand to his chest and whispered, “Sweaty.”
Ben took the bottle out of her hand and tossed it so it landed with the other shit.
She tipped her head back to catch his eyes and asked, “Not hungry?”
“How long can you stay?” he asked back, and the playful light flickered in her eyes.
“Until morning.”
Disappointing.
For him, and with that light flickering, for her.
“How many nighties did you bring?” he went on.
“Five.”
Now that was something.
“This one the best?” he kept going.
“I don’t know,” she answered. “You’ll have to rate them.”
He’d do that.
But first, he’d have to get better acquainted with this one.
In order to accomplish that, he bent to her, but only to lift the sheer material, find the ribbon of her panties with the tips of his fingers, and trace it over her hip to the top of the cheek of her ass and down until he encountered the portion of ribbon that disappeared in her cleft.
G-string.
Jesus.
Frankie.
She slid her hands into the sides of his tee and up over his skin at the sides of his ribs, her head tipped back, her eyes on his, not playful anymore but something he liked a f**kuva lot better.
He slid his middle finger under the string, dragged the pad down between the cheeks of her ass, and her lids lowered, her lips parted, and his dick jumped.
“I like this, baby,” he murmured.
“Does it say happy birthday?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah.”
“You gonna unwrap your present so you can play with it?”
His finger encountered moist, showing she was ready, and he growled, “Fuck yeah.”
Her hands slid back and down, diving into his workout pants and cupping his ass as she tipped forward so her mouth was brushing his. “Then play, honey.”
Definitely.
This birthday was going to be the f**king best.
He bent deeper and slid the tip of his finger through her wetness and up, gliding it inside.
Her fingers clenched into his ass and she breathed, “Benny.”
He slid it deeper and asked, “What else you got planned, Frankie?”
“Well,” she whispered, and he pushed in deeper, then pulled out and gave it back and again and again so her hands quit clenching his ass and dragged up his back. “I have the chocolate sauce.”
“Saw that, honey.”
“And Mrs. Zambino has the ingredients for the cake I’m gonna bake later.”
He kept f**king her with his finger, looking into her eyes, feeling his dick begin to ache, watching her get excited, feeling it coat his finger as he said, “I’ll look forward to that.”
“She also has all the stuff for the dinner I’m gonna make you later. A deux, just you and me. I called Theresa and she and Vinnie are happy to wait to celebrate with you on the weekend.”
Just you and me.
Yeah.
She was kicking birthday ass.
“Sounds good,” he rumbled, continuing to thrust into her wet with his finger.
“And, of course, I bought you a present,” she went on huskily.
He drove his finger in deep, got her gasp, and noted, “Thought my present was right here.”
“I got you another one,” she breathed.
He didn’t need another one. But for her, he’d take it.
“What else, Frankie?”
She slid one hand from his back, over his stomach, and down over his hard cock, her h*ps moving with his finger, ready to move on, and he knew it when she begged, “Need you to f**k me, Benny.”
“What else you got planned, baby?”
“What do you want, honey?”
“You gonna sit on my face while you suck me off?”
Her h*ps jerked and her lips whispered, “Yeah.”
“You gonna ride me na**d while you play with your tits and clit?”
Her hand at his c**k started rubbing as she repeated a breathy, “Yeah, Benny.”
He slid his finger out, rubbed it hard over her clit, and watched her eyes roll back as a moan rolled up her throat.
“You gonna let me do anything I want to you?”
“Yes, Ben.”
“Then turn around, stay on your knees, face to the mattress, ass in the air, and give me that pu**y,” he ordered.
She did as told instantly, knees to the edge of the bed, head down, ass up, the sight of all that was her, and the flawless skin of the cheeks of her ass in that G-string nearly making him come in his pants.
He didn’t.
He got the G-string down her thighs as he pulled his c**k out, positioned, and drove it inside her.
Her head shot back, her dark, shining hair flying all over the place. He reached out, caught it, and pulled hard.
“Yes,” she said on a clipped cry.
“What you want?” he asked, driving deep and doing it hard.
“Fuck me, Benny.”
“Hard?”
“Yes.”
He drove in, stayed, and ground deep.
“My baby want it rough?” he pushed.
“Please,” she begged.
He tugged on her hair.
Her pu**y convulsed around his c**k and her h*ps started moving in opposite tandem to his so she was slamming that sweet, tight, slick cunt onto his dick.
Fucking ecstasy.
He dropped her hair but bent further over her to curl his fingers around her shoulder, and even as she powered back, he drove her into him, using his other hand to slap her thigh, making her jump.
