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A sudden banging on the door wakes Mel up. She shoves her round glasses on her nose, dragging herself to the loud noise. She peeks through the peephole to see a tall figure at her doorstep. Familiar strands of dark hair fall over his eyes as he leans forward. His big fist comes up again, hitting the door so hard that it sends vibrations through Mel’s body. She reaches forward, twisting the handle.
The man stumbles on his own two feet catching himself on the doorframe.
“Dr. Langdon?”
Frank smiles through glassy eyes, his forehead covered in a light sheen. “Hey, Mel.”
“I gave you my address for emergencies,” she steps into the hallway, scanning both sides. “Are you safe?”
Frank only nods, mumbling some nonsense. His head feels heavy, staring down at the hardwood floors. He glances at Mel’s bare feet and traces up her body. Her pastel pajama bottoms sit low on her hips, allowing her pale belly to peek out. His breathing becomes labored, staring at her thin arms crossed over her chest.
“What do you need? Can I call someone for you?” Mel speaks fast, worried at his rugged appearance.
Frank chuckles regretfully. His large forearms move before the rest of his body, pushing Mel back into her apartment. He kicks the door closed with his heel, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her down onto the couch.
Mel shrieks, “Langdon?!”
He burrows himself into the familiar soft skin beneath her chin. He kisses her neck, licking and sucking her tender flesh into his warm mouth. Moaning with her heartbeat, able to feel her tendons moving around his lips.
“No-no-no,” Mel frantically tries pushing him off. “You said it was only that one time.”
Frank whines into her neck. He inhales her sweet scent, “Need you. Now.”
Mel closes her eyes, gripping onto Frank’s thick biceps, widening her knees, allowing his body to settle in between hers. Her voice is low, still sleepy from the late hour, “You’re not being fair.”
Frank lifts his ripe lips off her bruised neck, staring down at her beautiful, brassy hair freely sprawled around her round cheeks. As blush creeps across her face, her glasses lay slightly askewed, making his cock twitch in his jeans. “You’re the one not being fair right now.” Mel keeps her lips tight, as Frank caresses her cheek with his knuckles, muttering under his breath, “So pretty, like a princess.”
Mel inhales the alcohol on his breath. Her lips part, as if she has something remarkable to say, “We can’t.”
“We can.” Frank tilts his head down, shutting her up. His tongue dips into her small mouth, making her whine right back into his. Their tongues overlap in the dark, sharing his stained saliva, leaving a bitter aftertaste in both their mouths.
Mel moves her head away, searching for something. Her hands find Frank’s left wrist, bringing it up between them. His wedding ring shines, making both of their throat’s run dry.
Frank is an angry drunk, hissing, “You want me to take it off? Huh- is that it?”
“No, I-”
“Stupid fucking thing. I should take it and throw it in the Allegheny.” He runs his fingers through his greasy hair. “She won’t even look at me anymore.”
Mel falters, “But I thought it was getting better. Weren't you sleeping in the same bed again?"
“And what do you know about it!?” His voice booms through the quiet apartment.
Mel flinches underneath him, her shoulders coming up to her ears as she squeezes her eyes shut. Her skin feels like it’s on fire, wanting to pull it off her bones. His loud voice echoes between her ears as she hums away the discomfort.
Frank can feel Mel’s whole body tense beneath him, “Hey, hey, hey.” He lowers his voice. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She can’t respond, genuinely anxious, feeling everything so deeply.
Frank collapses onto Mel’s chest, searing guilt making the back of his throat burn, “I’m sorry, Mel. Please, forgive me.” He sounds pathetic, a mouthful of apologies and drool leaves a dark stain on her shirt. “It’s just- you are the only one I have right now.”
The heaviness of his body distracts from the moral implications. He makes her feel so wanted. Mel relaxes her posture, speaking carefully, afraid of how far his honesty will go, “That can’t be true.”
“It is.” Frank’s voice trembles, “I’m so alone.”
She rubs her chin over the crown of his head, reeking of sweat and anxiety. His words are more true to her than she wants to admit. She crosses her arms over the back of his neck, trapping him in the crook of her elbows, pulling him in closer. She clears her throat, and speaks bravely, "This isn’t going to fix anything.”
“Mel, please,” he whines like a puppy. “It’s over- whatever life I was trying to salvage. It’s fucking over.”
She doesn’t understand. “But she still loves you. You have two children together. You have a family.” Her eyes glaze over with confusion holding this grown-man like a child.
“It’s not that easy.” Frank scoffs, dipping one hand under her shirt, cupping her breasts. “Not like how this is easy.”
Mel arches her back from his cold touch. “Aah. Langdon- get up. I can call you a car.”
“No- I’m right where I want to be.” He ignores her pleas, pushing up the rest of the fabric, throwing her shirt to the floor. Mel’s small tits intoxicate Frank, groping her flesh, catching her nipples between his callused fingers, making her yelp.
Mel throws her head back from frustration. She wants this too. She bites her tongue as Frank continues to play with her, pinching and releasing, sending sharp shocks down her spine. She melts into the couch from the overwhelming sense of belonging, quietly releasing a pool of arousal into her underwear.
Frank drags his tongue over her light pink areolas, leaving her skin slick. He unhinges his jaw, swallowing her breasts into his open mouth. He sucks her up, hollowing his cheeks, loud and unapologetic. He keeps his piercing blue eyes open, looking up, examining the underside of her delicate features.
“Be honest. Do you want me to leave?”
Mel hesitates, her pulse trapped in the back of her throat. “No, I want you to stay.”
Frank reveals a toothy smile, muttering under his breath, “I fuckin’ knew it.”
She sneers, “Shut up.” Her hands round the back of Frank’s head, running her slender fingers through his short hair, scratching him like a dog. She can feel the unwashed grime stuck to his scalp, his sweat collecting underneath her fingernails.
Frank groans, “A-ah, thank you, mommy,” as his cock swells up from her touch. He pushes his hips against the couch cushion, creating a brutal friction in his boxers.
His simple gratitude makes the tips of her ears turn bright red.
Frank smirks, “You like that? When I call you mommy?” Mel feels shy, tossing her head to the side. Her golden locks fall over her face, covering her small smile. Frank can hear her angelic giggles as he swipes the long strands off her forehead, “No hiding from me.”
Her hazel eyes sparkle in the low light. “Yeah, I like it.”
“Good.” Frank purses his lips, accentuating the dimple on his chin, “Because- you know. That’s what you are to me. Like my mommy- always taking care of me when I fuck up.”
She tilts her head sympathetically, holding his square jaw in her tiny hands, “Mhm- I don’t like seeing my baby sick. Drinking when he knows he’s not supposed to.”
Frank rubs his cheeks against her soft palms, “I need my mommy to make me all better."
Mel’s thin lips hang open, stunned from his sincerity. Her clit silently throbs in her underwear, sending an ache to her belly. She’s unable to deny her true nature, tending to the hurt, aiding the desperate. “Maybe I can help.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm-mm. Maybe my baby needs to come, hm? Would that make him feel better?”
Frank's eyes widen, planting a sloppy kiss over her open mouth. Her nose pokes his cheek as she swallows his tongue down. Dumb with lust, he says, “You’re too good to me.” Frank litters her with kisses along her jawline, whispering, “Thank you for letting me stay. Needed to see you, to touch you.” He drags his teeth over her pale skin, leaving a pink trail of desire down her torso.
Mel feels where he’s headed and grabs a fistful of his hair, stopping him above her belly button. “Langdon- wait.”
He looks up, “I need to taste you.”
Mel panics, shifting on the couch, confessing quietly “But I’m on my period.”
Frank reveals a crooked smile, “I don’t care.” His fingers dip into her waistband, pulling her lounge pants and underwear off, tugging them over her ankles. Her knees come together, but Frank rips them apart revealing her pretty pussy. She whines from the intrusion. He holds onto her inner thighs, her flesh contorting around his fingertips.
“Langdon, please.” Mel shuts her eyes, wetness falling onto her eyelashes.
He bends over, examining her open cunt and the mess her body has created. Her pussy lips swell around her neat pink center, leaving her exposed. Neatly trimmed dirty blonde hairs cover her pale skin, never leaving herself bare. He talks through a clenched jaw, “I’m going to eat you out now.”
Mel wheezes from panic, jerking her legs away. “No,” she gasps.
“Why?”
Her voice gets high-pitched, desperately trying to get him to change his mind. “I’ll make a mess. Please don’t.”
“You know, I’m a doctor. I don’t mind a little bit of blood.”
“Langdon. Please, just fuck me. Fuck me instead.” Her throat gets all scratchy from worry.
“I will, I just want to make you come first.” Frank overpowers her, pushing her knees up to her shoulders. Her flesh has nowhere to go, creating seductive rolls of fat around her hips. Frank dips into the curve of her upper thigh, biting the part of her ass that bulges out beneath her body.
The dull pressure leaves Mel yielding to his strength. Allowing him to leave playful marks on her ass, overcome by his worship. He returns to her perky tits, rolling her nipples around his teeth. Sucking on them till she whines. Frank rolls up her body, coming face to face, dark strands of hair falling over his eyes, “You’re gonna enjoy it. I promise.”
She stares up at his bushy eyebrows, too embarrassed to make eye contact, “Okay.”
He sprawls out on the couch, one leg hanging off with his foot on the ground to hold himself up, and the other bent beneath his body. Mel gasps when she feels a new heat touch her pussy. Frank drags his tongue over her swollen clit and is met with a mouthful of metallic. He massages her inner thighs as he digs further into her cunt. His nose pokes her bloated belly as he inhales her center.
Mel keeps her eyes closed in shame, smelling a heavy tang of sick in the air. Her cheeks burn up from humiliation as a warm relief swirls in her core, making her legs twitch and her back arch. She can feel how wet she is, Frank mixing her arousal and blood with his tongue. He drags his tongue down her slit, entering her soft center. A thick residue covers his cheeks as he reaches inside, weakening Mel’s psyche, playing tricks on her mind.
She yells out, “It’s too much.”
Frank looks up from her crotch, red streaks surround the corners of his mouth. Mel looks at him with shame, hot tears rolling out from the corners of her eyes, “Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”
His voice is so gentle, “Hey- don’t apologize.”
“Sorry.”
He tsks, “You have nothing to be sorry about.”
She sniffs and wipes beneath her nose, mixing the fluids across her cheek. She watches him dive back into her pussy. Her clit is so sensitive, a few more swipes of his tongue lets her reach her orgasm. An explosion fizzles into the farthest parts of her limbs, her lower back spasms as her core contracts. Frank can feel her squirm underneath his palms. He continues to work her, frantically licking her enlarged clit, as she rides through her high, only taking a breath after collapsing back onto the couch.
Her head spins, leaving her panting as Frank detaches from her center. She lowers her legs as he sits up, pulling his own shirt over his head. Her face stays a light shade of red as he reveals a thick layer of dark hair over his chiseled chest. He quickly messes with his belt, pulling his pants down, taking out his erection.
He pulls Mel by the ankles, moving her like a ragdoll. He maneuvers her over, so she lays on her side. Her muscles slowly regain their strength as he settles behind her, breathing into the back of her head. Her blonde hair wraps around his neck and stuffs itself into his nose and mouth. “You gonna help me come now?”
Her voice is faint, “Yes, baby.” She lifts one leg and bends her knee, allowing him access to her center. Frank wraps his thick forearm around her neck, hugging her completely as he guides his cock inside.
Her breath hitches as he thrusts upward in one motion, suddenly full. She writhes as Frank tries to hold still, overwhelmed by the absolute stimulation. “Mommy, you’re gonna make me come so fast.”
Mel grabs onto his buff arm, like a seat belt on a roller coaster. She likes to hear how fragile he is, encouraging him, “That’s okay. Let me see how fast you can come for me.”
He starts moving, gliding his hips in and out of her dripping pussy. He tightens his arm around her neck, using it as leverage. It leaves her lightheaded and buzzing, unable to make any noise. It all hurts more than it should. She bounces against his body, quickening his pace till he grunts, pausing for only a moment. His come fills her up in seconds as he continues pumping himself, using her cunt to milk every drop out of himself.
She cringes when he pulls out, suddenly so empty and cold. Fluid leaks out of her, covering her thighs in a slick mess. She’s too afraid to look down, self-conscious of what she's allowed to happen. Mel speaks through congestion, “We made a mess.”
Frank lays his heavy limbs over Mel, just humming in agreement.
“Would you mind helping me clean up or- um?”
Frank smiles, “Of course.” He wraps his hands around her waist, “I wouldn’t leave you like this.”
A slight dread fills her chest thinking of the poor woman left alone in his own house right now, but quickly forgets as she's lifted up and carried to the bathroom in Frank's strong arms.