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Frank was sixteen, going through puberty, and stuck in a Catholic private school. It was brutal. Constant sermons and preaching about science and how pre-marital sex and masterbation would send him to hell. Yet every night while he was alone in bed his mind made his hands wonder to his pants and touch him. During the act he was elated and afterwards he felt shame as he trudged to the bathroom to clean himself up.
These nighttime issues of his only got worse once a new pair of siblings joined the school a boy Frank’s age named Mikey and his sister Ginger affectionately called Gee.
Frank and Mikey bonded quickly over their mutual sense of humor and music taste. Which led to Mikey inviting him over to his house. That’s how he learned about Ginger.
It was a random Friday and Frank was spending the night with Mikey, he had never had a good friend like him and was exciting to spend time with him. They sat in the basement living room of the Way home with a box of pizza and sodas while Mikey pushed a tape in the VCR.
As the previews started, Mikey turned off the big light leaving on a lamp and sat next to Frank on the floor, “You’re gonna love this movie.”
Frank heard him, but was barely listening he was looking at the family portrait hanging over the TV of their whole family. The thing Frank didn’t get it why in the picture did the Way’s have two sons. Did Mikey have a brother? Where was Ginger?
Frank leaned over and whispered, “What’s up with the picture?”
Mikey furrowed his brow and looked at it, “Nothing why?”
“Where’s Ginger?” he asked, watching realization hit Mikey.
“That is Ginger. Well it used to be, back when she was a he,” he said it slow for Frank.
Frank’s eyebrows lifted high as he looked back at it, “Ohh.”
Mikey paused the movie with the remote and looked at Frank hard, “Is that an issue? Cause if it is, you need to leave now. I love Ginger and I won’t be friends with people who don’t accept her.”
Frank raised his hands defensively, “I would never, have an issue or say anything. I was just curious.”
Mikey nodded and clicked play on the movie, “Good, cause that’s my sister. She worked hard to be happy and shes in a good place. This new school has been a good thing.”
“Good I’m glad and I would never say anything to her.” Frank looked at Mikey.
He smiled back at Frank, “Good. Cause she’s private about it.”
Frank understood and he never said anything to her.
After that night, Frank found himself thinking about her more than he meant to. Not in a weird way—just...a lot. And definitely more than he should. Which quickly turned into a quiet obsession. At school that wasn’t often, Gee was a perfectionist and on a million committees. She was president of the school council, leader of the mock UN, captain of the debate team, and the yearbook. On top of all that she was popular and charming all the guys liked her and she showed no interest, but she was a flirt.
But never with Frank.
When Frank was in her presence it was at the Way house and he was just her little brother’s best friend. However one day she and Frank did talk without Mikey and it was not the fun experience Frank wanted it to be.
Frank was going to his third period walking down the hall in his own world and not paying attention. He didn’t see the open door to the janitor’s closet or the door opening more as he approached and was pulled inside. Panic bloomed in his chest as he was pressed against the wall and a hand clasped over his mouth.
As his eyes adjusted to the dark he saw her looking at the door to make sure no one saw as she turned back to Frank. In the dim light he couldn’t help, but be taken by her. Her soft features and dark eyes, made her look angelic to him.
“If I move me hand you’re not going to scream right?” she asked, looking intently in his eyes.
Frank shook his head.
“Good,” she releases his mouth, “Mikey told me you know my secret.”
“Yeah.” Frank swallowed.
“Listen, I don’t care that you know, but you can’t tell anyone. This is my last year in high school and I’m just trying to make it. I know you may not like me, but I need you to please keep this to yourself. Okay?” she crossed her arms over her body as she spoke, self-soothing.
“Okay.” he nodded.
“Good,” and with this she turned around and left.
Frank stood in the closet confused. She thought he didn’t like her. Frank liked Ginger, he thought she was cool and beautiful. Why does she think he doesn’t like her?
Frank stood in the janitor’s closet, heart still thudding against his ribs like it wanted out.
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving him in the dark.
She thought he didn’t like her.
What?
His brain felt like it had been unplugged and kicked across the hallway. For weeks he’d been obsessing over every tiny interaction—every time she laughed at Mikey’s jokes, every time she passed by him and smelled like vanilla and worn leather. And she thought he hated her?
Frank ran a hand through his hair, staring into the dim shadows where she’d stood just seconds ago.
“Shit,” he whispered.
He wasn’t mad that she pulled him into a closet like some spy thriller—though yeah, that had freaked him out. He was mad at himself. All this time, he thought he was being subtle. Cool. Normal.
Apparently, he’d been broadcasting the exact opposite.
Did he avoid her? Sure. But only because every time she looked at him, his brain short-circuited. Every time she spoke, he felt like gravity shifted under his feet. Ginger wasn’t just “Mikey’s sibling” anymore. She was Ginger—sharp, funny, tired in a way he recognized in his own mirror, and absolutely beautiful.
And now she thought he was just another asshole.
Frank exhaled hard, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.
He had to fix this.
That thought plagued Frank for weeks leading up to the Valentine’s Dance at school, the school council was hosting bake sales for money. Which meant daily Ginger had a table full of baked good, most of which she made, laid out for students and teachers to buy. Frank made sure to buy something from her daily, just to get a look at her.
Today was Friday and she had cupcakes on a big cake tray organized and dusted with edible glitter in the school colors. She had worked hard on it and it truly showed with how beautiful the cupcakes were.
Frank walked up at lunchtime like he always did with his money in hand ready to eat one of those perfect cupcakes. As he approached he studied the outfit she was wearing wanting to memorize every curve and line. Her dark locks falling delicately across her clavicle, hazel eyes batting softly as she handing someone change. Gee was wearing boots with socks and tights, an olive green skirt, a t-shirt tucked in, and a checkered cardigan. He looked beautiful with her soft curves on display.
Frank felt bad for looking, but it was hard not to stare at someone as lovely as her, she was luminescent in every room she entered. Frank stood in the line listening to her exchange pleasantries with everyone and connect with them, being personable. As he got near the front someone stepped in line behind him that he hadn’t noticed, too busy staring at Gee.
He felt someone lean into his ear, “What are you staring at perv?”
He turned around to see Blake behind him, he was on the lacross team, rich and a bully to everyone. He had a thing for Ginger and everyone knew it in school. He was bound and determined to make her his before the end of the school year, but she would never say yes to him.
“I’m not staring at anything, I’m here to buy a cupcake,” Frank sneered turning to the tall boy.
Blake turned to his friends, “Did you hear that? A cupcake for the fruit cake.”
“Fuck you,” Frank hissed.
Blake grabbed the collar of Frank’s shirt lifting him a bit off the ground, “What did you say to me you little freak?”
Frank never one to back down repeated himself, “I said fuck you.”
Blake shoved him back towards the table and he fell into it, knocking over the table and covering himself in baked goods. Cupcakes rained down on him covering him in icing and glitter, he sat up looking at the mess he had made. Blake and his friends were laughing, but what was worse he turned his head to see Gee.
She had tears in her eyes and icing on her shirt, her lip quivered looking at Frank covered in all her hard work all she said was, “Look what you’ve done.” before running off.
Frank jumped up to follow her, but someone grabbed his arm, it was sister Mary, “Mr. Iero to the office at once.”
Frank watched her disappear down the hall as he was drug into the office where the principal screamed at him. Lecturing Frank for what he had done and no one was interested in hearing his side of the story. He sat there quietly as they gave him detention for a week and he had to write an apology letter to Gee for what he had done.
He cleaned himself up in the bathroom, his it was useless the icing left red and black stains on his favorite Misfits shirt. He avoided everyone all day, feeling embarrassed and wronged by Blake.
He skipped lunch to smoke behind the dumpsters and that’s where Mikey found him, appearing quietly making Frank shiver.
“You here to yell at me too?” Frank asked, staring at the ground.
“Gee told me you knocked over her table on purpose, but I told her it wasn’t true. She thinks you hate her,” he said.
“I don’t hate her and I didn’t do this on purpose, you believe me right?” Frank pleaded, with his eyes.
Mikey leaned against the brick next to him, “I told Gee you were nice and would never do anything like that. She didn’t buy it. Give her time, she’s just upset.”
Frank suddenly didn’t want to smoke anymore, dropping his cigarette and crushing it underfoot. He stood next to Mikey in the quiet feeling awful, replaying the pain on Gee’s face before she ran off. He felt like a dick for hurting her, even if it wasn’t his fault.
After school Frank reports for detention in the school’s large library with the elderly nun sister Francis. She’s mostly blind and hard of hearing, it feels cruel to make her responsible for delinquent kids, but detention is in the library.
Frank sits at the table near her and starts on his homework, just trying to make it through the next hour. The sister takes out her hearing aids and lays them on the desk before disappearing into the back room. As he’s doing his English the door to the library opens and Ginger is standing there with her arms full of books.
She freezes seeing him, before dropping her eyes down and walking toward him, he thinks she’s going to come right up to him, but she doesn’t. She stops at the book return and slides the books inside before hurrying away.
“Ginger, wait,” he calls out to her, but she doesn’t stop scurrying away like he’s on fire.
She disappears into an aisle across from him, and Frank feels like he needs to follow her. Glancing back toward the back room he sees the sister is asleep in a chair, so he gets up and follows Ginger. He makes his way through the aisles and aisles of books finding her in the far back of the library.
“Ginger,” he spoke, it came out as barely a whisper.
“What Frank? What else do you want from me? Haven’t you done enough?” seeing her beautiful eyes so sad hurt him.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen. Blake came up and was talking shit, I told him to fuck off and he pushed me. He pushed me into the table, I just wanted a cupcake.”
Her eyes softened, “You didn’t do it on purpose?”
“No why would I do something like that?” Frank asked.
“Because you hate me.”
Frank shook his head, “What are you talking about? I don’t hate you.”
“Yes, you do. Since Mikey told you my secret all you do is stare at me when your around and look at me funny. Cause you think I’m a boy in a dress and a freak,” Gee looked away again.
“I don’t think you’re a boy in a dress or a freak,” Frank says, slowly getting closer to Gee, afraid she would turn tail and run from him.
“You don’t?” she looks up at him with her big hazel eyes.
“No, I promise.”
“Then why do you always stare at me when I’m around?” she looks up at him.
Frank blushes looking away from her before meeting her eyes again, “Because you’re so beautiful, I don’t want to miss anything.”
Gee drops her hands to her sides, “You think I’m beautiful?”
Frank nods, “Breathtaking honestly.”
Gee leaned in just a little more, her breath warm against his lips, the space between them closing.
“I don’t believe you,” she whispered, her voice shaking ever so slightly.
Frank felt her words in his chest, a heavy weight he wasn’t sure how to carry. But then, he leaned in, close enough that his lips were almost touching hers. “Then let me prove it.”
Her eyes searched his, a mix of doubt and curiosity. With careful, hesitant hands, Frank pulled her gently into his arms. And then, without thinking, his lips found hers.
It was soft at first, a delicate meeting of mouths that sent electric jolts through his body. But as the moment deepened, so did the kiss—his lips traveling to the tender skin of her throat, feeling the warmth of her pulse beneath his touch. He could hear her breath catch, then the soft whimpers she couldn’t hold back. He froze for a moment, wanting to make sure she was still with him, that this was okay.
Gee’s arms wrapped around him tighter, pulling him closer, her body pressing into his, and the knot in his stomach unraveled. But even as their kissing became more urgent, there was something vulnerable about it—an unspoken understanding that this wasn’t just about teenage lust. There was a fear that lingered in both of them, a fear of rejection, of pushing too far too fast.
Frank pulled back, just slightly, his forehead resting against hers. He looked into her eyes, trying to read her. “Gee, are you sure?”
She didn’t say anything at first, but her hand moved to touch his face, her thumb tracing the lines of his jaw, as if she was grounding herself in the warmth of him. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I’m sure.”
Frank kissed her again, but this time, slower—more careful. He wanted her to feel safe, wanted her to know that it wasn’t just the chemistry pulling him closer, but a genuine feeling. This wasn’t just a release of teenage endorphins, it was the start of something that could mean more. Something that he knew, deep down, was worth the risk.
He pressed her against a nearby table gripping her hips and to her surprise he lifted her and sat her on it. She grabbed his face with her hands and kissed him again, wanting him closer, her thighs pressing on his hips.
Frank kissed her neck again and softly Ginger pushed him from her neck, “I need to tell you something.”
Frank nodded, catching his breath, “Yeah.”
“I haven’t had any surgery…” she hesitated, “Down there.”
“Okay,” Frank listened, fully expecting that.
“But I have been on hormones and puberty blockers since I was young and so I grew boobs and hips. Down there I still have a cock, but it’s small.” She whispered.
Frank smiled, “I don’t care what’s down there. I can still make you feel good.”
Ginger bit her full bottom lip, “Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah, I have fantasized about it.” Frank let slip, wanting to be honest.
Gee smirked mischievously, “You have fantasies about me?”
Frank leaned into her ear, “Oh yeah. I have thought about having you down my throat with my fingers buried inside you, while you use me to get off over and over again.”
Gee moans in his ear, pulling him closer by his hips pressing his hard cock against her much smaller one, “You would do that?”
“Oh yes, I have wanted to taste you so bad. Wondered if it was sweet from all the fruit you eat,” he licked the shell of her ear, feeling her shiver against him. His hot hands sliding up her thighs as he latches on to the pulse in her neck, her fingers buried in his dark locks.
“Fuck touch me Frank please,” she begged in his ear.
Frank smiled against the skin of her neck as he slide one hand under her skirt to her ass and squeezed. The other slipped under her shirt her small breasts fitting perfectly in the palm of his hand. He could feel her, her skirt pushed up and the tights weren’t hiding her excitement at his touch. She was small she wasn’t lying about that, but feeling hers pressed against him was driving him wild, he wanted it in his mouth.
Frank pulled on her tights trying to pull them down, but Gee pushed him back. Frank pulled back and watched as she spread her legs wide and gripped her tights ripping them open. Frank looked at her and kissed her lips again before dropping to his knees in front of her. Her panties are purple and black with little hearts he nudges the hem over exposing her little cock.
It’s cute and no bigger than three inches fully hard smelling like roses as he got close. Her thighs spread as he gets close, watching her as he takes her into his mouth. He laps at her length sucking her, she grips his hair and forces his mouth all the way down. She didn’t fill his mouth in anyway, but the rough treatment turned him on, having a beautiful girl use him for her pleasure.
She pressed her hand over her mouth as Frank bobbed his head, she was shaking as he slid one hand up under her shirt and to her breasts. He pulls her thin bra down and cups her breasts, pinching her hand nipple in his fingers. She bit her hand and pulled his hair again, he took that as his warning as she came in his mouth. Her balls may have been small, but her load wasn’t, she filled his mouth and he happily drank it down. She tasted sweet like he imagined.
He pulled back lapping at her tip before tucking her back into her underwear and tugging her skirt down. He stood up from the floor and she threw her atoms around his neck and pulled im into a bruising kiss. He hugged her close kissing her deeply, just loving the feeling of being against her.
Pulling away they rested their foreheads together, her cheeks flushed and her breathing heavily from cumming. He squeezed her hips and pressed his head into her neck just holding her, she scratched his scalp softly.
“Been a while?” he asked her, chuckling.
“Yeah, a little bit, do you need me to return the favor?” she asked, her hand rubbing over the front of his pants.
Frank pulled back, “Not here. When we do that, I want to be somewhere I can see all of you.”
Her eyes lit up as she smiled at him, “You want to do this again?”
Frank nodded, kissing her cheek, “Again and again. I have so many more fantasies to live out with you.”
She smiles, “Okay,” she glances at her watch, “Your detention is over.”
Frank takes her hand and kisses the back of it, “My mom's still at work, want to come back to my place?”
She smiled, “I’d love to.”
As they walked up to grab his books, Frank took her hand, lacing their fingers together. Gee smiled at him and squeezed his hand. Frank gathered his things, and they made their way out of the school to Frank’s beat-up car and started off to his house. Frank reached over and gripped her thigh, not in a sexual way but in a reassuring way. A sign of ‘you are mine,’ Gee smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder as he drove.
They got back to Frank’s dark house as the sun was setting, and he let them into the cozy little home he shared with his mother. Frank led her to his room, opening the door and ushering her inside.
Gee looked around at the compulsively clean and organized room Frank lived in, with his posters neatly hung on the walls. Clothes hung neatly in his closet, shoes paired and lined up in the floor. Gee smiled as she stepped into Frank’s room, her eyes scanning the space. Everything was in its place—the bed neatly made, albums and books stacked alphabetically, and a faint vanilla scent in the air.
“This is... unexpected,” she said, spinning slowly. “I figured it would be all chaos and band posters taped up with gum.”
Frank laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m neurotic. Chaos in my head means order everywhere else.”
She turned to him, arms folded. “So I’m part of the chaos?”
He stepped closer, placing a hand gently on her hip. “The best kind.” His voice dropped as his forehead rested against hers. “The kind I want to wake up to every day.”
Gee blushed and looked down, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re kind of a sap.”
“Only for you,” he whispered, kissing her temple.
She stepped back and flopped gently onto his bed, sighing as she stared at the ceiling. Frank kicked off his shoes and sat next to her, leaning back on his hands.
After a moment, she turned her head to look at him. “So what are we doing? Like… this thing, between us?”
Frank lay down beside her, their shoulders brushing. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I want to find out. I want it to be something real. No pretending, no hiding.”
Gee smiled softly, her fingers sliding between his again. “Me too.”
They lay in silence for a few minutes, the soft hum of the outside world slipping in through the window. The glow of the setting sun bathed the room in gold and pink. She rested her head against his chest, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her close.
There was no rush. Just the sound of each other breathing, and the warmth of being understood.
“You’re the only person other then my family and my friend Ray who knows about me. About the real me,” Ginger says, tracing shapes on his chest.
Frank looked down at her hand tracing circles on his chest. Every line of her finger made his heart beat a little louder.
“I don’t take that lightly,” he said softly. “I feel… lucky. Like, really fucking lucky that you trust me.”
She tilted her head up slightly to meet his eyes. “It’s scary. Letting someone see me—really see me. I’ve been hurt before, judged. You’re the first person outside my bubble who just… saw me and didn’t flinch.”
Frank leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. “I didn’t flinch because there’s nothing to flinch at. You’re not a secret to be kept, Ginger. You’re… amazing. Smart, strong, funny, gorgeous. Honestly? I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Ginger bit her lip, blinking fast like she was trying not to cry.
“You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better,” she whispered.
“I’m not,” Frank said, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “I’ve liked you since the first time you walked past me in the school hall like you were made of moonlight and attitude.”
That made her laugh, and the sound was soft and a little watery.
“Moonlight and attitude?”
“And glitter,” he added with a grin. “Don’t forget the glitter.”
She curled into him tighter, her smile against his chest.
“You’re a real charmer huh?” she giggled, and he laughed pulling her tighter against him.
Frank kissed the crown of her head and smiled into her hair. “I’ve been saving all my best lines for you.”
She tilted her head up just enough to meet his eyes, still nestled against him. “Oh? So you’ve been practicing?”
“Every day since I met you,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I just never had the guts to say any of it until now.”
She studied him for a second, searching his face like she was still trying to believe this was real. Then, with a soft sigh, she tucked her head back under his chin.
“You don’t have to try so hard, Frank. Just being here like this is enough.”
His heart squeezed at that—how many times had she felt like someone wanted her to prove something? To explain herself? To justify who she was? But here she was, just asking for presence, not performance.
“Then I’ll be right here,” he murmured. “As long as you’ll let me.”
They lay in the quiet together, the warmth of their bodies melting into the hush of the house. Outside, the sun finally dipped below the horizon, and the room filled with twilight shadows and gold edges. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her back through her cardigan, and her breathing slowed to match his.
It felt easy in a way nothing else had that week—no drama, no fear, just this small slice of something real.
Eventually, Ginger mumbled, her voice thick with oncoming sleep, “You’re gonna have to deal with Blake now, y’know.”
Frank snorted. “Let him try. I’ve got something better than stupid comebacks now.”
“Oh yeah?”
“You,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
She looked up and kissed him on the lips, him rolling onto his side and deeping it, needing to be close, needing to taste her again. She hugged him close, mouths open, tongues dancing, and she felt his hands on her hips.
He never went for the sexual first he just wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to be close. She knew he wouldn’t make the big move so she made it for him, climbing off the bed and standing in front of him, taking off her cardigan. He sat up watching her as she took off her shirt slowly, he drank in her pale and supple skin the soft bra that matched her panties. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly very dry as she reached behind her and undid her bra, dropping it to the ground.
“You’re the first person that’s ever seen me like this. Ever touched me,” she stepped forward, “Ever looked at me like that. I want you to be the first everything.”
“You’ll be my first too,” he met her eyes.
Frank reached out, his fingertips brushing her waist like she might disappear if he moved too fast.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough with emotion, not want.
Ginger nodded, “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He pulled her gently toward him, letting her settle into his lap, their foreheads touching. There was a moment—longer than a breath, shorter than a lifetime—where they just looked at each other. It felt sacred.
Frank brought a hand to her cheek, his thumb tracing her skin like a question. “You’re… you’re beautiful, Gee. And I mean that in every way you can be.”
She smiled, eyes glimmering. “Thank you for seeing me.”
They kissed again, slower this time, with meaning behind every press of lips, every sigh between breaths. It wasn’t about sex—it was about recognition. About choosing each other, flaws and fears and all.
Frank lifted his arms and she pulled his shirt off exposing his olive skin, hairless and bare, running her hands over his chest. He hugged her close, pressing their skin together, her lips finding his again with no rush, hands running over her skin.
She sits back undoing the buttons of her skirt letting it come undone and dropping it on the floor, leaving her in just her ripped tights and underwear. Frank flips her on her back and kisses her lips, neck, and down her body, toward her waist. He takes her tights and panties with it stepping back to drink her in.
Her hair spread out on the blanket, pink kiss swollen lips, her perky breasts, and curvy hips. Frank watched her hungry eyes as he undid his belt, dropping his pants and underwear all in one go. She sits up studying him; he’s much bigger than her, and that sends an exciting chill down her spine.
He leans over her, kissing her, their excitement meeting as their hips touch, “How do you want to do this?”
“Me on top. It’s the first time for us both, and pregnancy isn’t exactly a problem,” she smiles.
“So bare?” she nods, “You want to feel all of me inside of you? Huh? Feel me cum deep in you?” he nipped her neck.
“Yes,” she moans.
Frank opens the drawer and hands her the lube before dropping back on the bed, his hard cock standing tall. She climbs up, letting him watch as she squirts the clear liquid in her hand, and then she bites her lip as she spreads the lube over him. He drops his head back on the bed feeling her work his cock until it’s slathered in lube.
She moves up higher, takes hold of him, and presses him against her opening, he watches intently as she sinks down his length. He takes her hips, holding her steady as she sits all the way down on him, filling herself with him. She takes slow, steady breaths, letting her head drop back and adjust, pressing her hands on his chest.
“I’m sorry, I’ll move in a minute,” she says, shuddering.
“Take your time, I’m in no hurry,” he smiles lazily, running his hands over her sides, soothing her.
“You are a surprise at every turn, Iero,” she pants, finally meeting his eyes. That’s where she sees him, sees the passion as he looks at her. Not lust, but love. Raw and real as he looks at her, she gives him a little smirk as she starts thrusting on him.
“Oh fuck,” he huffs, as she moves slowly.
Each thrust she pulls off him more and thrusts him back in, working up to a moderate pace, he fills her just right, and the fiction is addicting. Her breasts bouncing as she rides him, her cheeks flush, her lips parted, moaning and panting. Frank sat up, pulled her close, and crashed their lips together. She hugged him, and he rolled them over so she was under him. He kissed her lips and then her neck as he thrusted into her, as she wrapped her thick thighs around him.
He kissed down her neck and took her pert nipple into his mouth. She arched high, and every kiss and touch felt so good. He touched her with reverence and made love to her like she was fragile, made of glass. She panted and buried her finger in his hair, not pulling like earlier, just holding, needing to be connected to him. He kissed across her chest taking the other nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue, over the nub.
He never stopped thrusting, he never stops moving, needing to be in her, needing to hear those noises she makes. She whining and mewling, her noises are intoxicating, and he’s becoming addicted to them. She grips his back hard and almost screams after he changes direction and thrusts into her particularly hard.
“Oh holy shit,” she grips him, nails digging into his back, “What was that?”
Frank smiled, “I found your spot.” Studying her intently as he thrusts into her again, hitting it right on the spot.
“Fuck Frank, fuck,” she chants as he aims right for her spot, enoying watching thise beautiful girl unravel under him.
“God, you look so beautiful like this,” he whispers in her ear, pressing his face into her neck and thrusting into her hard and fast. He was getting close, but he was determined to have her finish first.
“I-i-i…” She can’t find the words, her brain short-circuits as he pummels her spot thoroughly, her thighs quivering as her orgasm builds.
Frank releases her neck, leaving a dark purple hickey on her neck and presses his lips to her ear, “Are you gonna cum for me baby? Gonna cum untouched from my cock alone? Huh?”
She shakes her head, nothing but whines escaping her lips. Frank loves the effect he has on her. He presses their lips together, and she reacts, kissing him back, wrapping one of her arms around his neck, her nails of the other gripping his spine. He didn’t care, he only cared about being inside of her, kissing her, and tasting her.
She jerked her head back, gripping him hard and moaning loudly, and then he felt it, felt her tighten, and then his hips felt hot and sticky. She came, panting and huffing, and he kissed her cheek as he thrust three more times fast and followed her over the edge. Filling her, his face pressed into her shoulder, his stomach clinching with each squirt. Sweaty skin sticking as her presses soft kisses to her neck, catching his breath.
Frank kissed her and slowly pulled out of her and dropped onto the bed next to her. “That was amazing.”
She looked at him, “Oh yeah?”
“Better than I could’ve ever imagined,” he murmured, pulling her close. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him like she never wanted to let go.
“I’m so glad it was you,” she whispered, looking up at him, eyes full of something deeper than just affection—something that felt like trust.
He smiled, brushing a thumb over her cheek before kissing her lips again, soft and sure.
“I’m glad it was you, too.”