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"You want it all, Willa? The house? The babies? The Ra-"

"FRANK!" The book is swiped out of your hands in one swift motion. "C'mon Dollface, librarys closin." He chuckles gently placing your bookmark in between the pages to save your position. "You cant do that! Its finally happening!! I have to finish this chapter!" You cry, arms outstretched for the book. Frank looks down for a moment skimming over the page and let's out a cheeky whistle raising his eyebrow in your direction. "Geez, you're sure missin' out! Too bad. We gotta head into town, I gotta run some errands." He runs his hands through his hair pushing it back before he throws the cap sitting beside him on. "Aaaand, if you didnt forget, you spent last night begging me to bring you back in to see if that dress you so desperately needed is still there!"

You throw your duvet back in defiance and throw your legs out of the bed. "Fine." "Fiiine?" Frank questions you with squinted eyes and his eyebrows raised. You playfully roll your eyes and throw a smile over your shoulder making a kissy face at the grump beside you. "Okaaaay, thank you for remembering, Frankie." You jump up and potter over to your shared closet to put on something more presentable for the excursion. "You got ten minutes sweetheart." Frank presses a kiss to the top of your head and taps your ass on his way out.

After throwing a flowy skirt and denim waistcoat you make your way downstairs to grab your sunglasses off the console table by the front door. You throw them on and run some Burts Bees over your lips when Frank approaches from the kitchen grabbing the keys to the truck from the same spot. "N'I have some?" He grunts pulling your hair so your head falls back allowing him to lean down and plant a kiss on your moisturised lips. "Hmmm, Ready to rock?" "Ready to rock." You confirm with a lazy smile. "I call dibs on the aux!" You declare knocking your hip against his. Truth is, theres never an argument over the aux, Frank couldn't care less as long as he gets to spend the rest of his life listening to you happily sing along to whatever comes on next.

You slide into the front seat next to Frank and kick your sandals off, tucking one foot under your leg and perching the other on the edge of your seat. Hooking your phone up you scroll through Spotify curating the queue to your liking before clearing your throat to start your concert for your number one fan, Frank. Hes amazed that you know the words to all of these songs, the whole ride you havent missed a single beat.

Patting your knees as you belt out the the last chorus of "When a Good Man Cries" Frank pulls into an empty space and kills the engine. You sit upright straight and do a half bow in Franks direction. "Thank you, thank you! Theres more where that came from." "Okay, Mariah. Lets go" He smirks tipping his head toward the the busy street. Before you can even gather your things Frank is already your side and opening your door with his hand out. Taking it, you jump down from your seat and make your way to the path. Wrapping his heavy arm around your shoulder he presses a kiss to your hair. "Got some errands t'run, meet back here in 'bout fourty five?" Nodding you fix your bag strap on your shoulder you both go your seperate ways.

Humming along to the tune in your head you make your way to the boutique where you talked yourself out of buying THE most perfect summer dress last weekend. It was everything. The perfect shade of baby blue with little white polka dots, just long enough to brush your fingertips with a V neckline that kept it classy but just a little bit flirty. You walk around the store mentally damming yourself for not picking it up when you seen it first. It was too pretty! Someone would have surely snatched it up! Sifting through hangers you begin to lose hope until you spot it in the corner of your eye. "Eeeeee!" You squeel before you quickly look around the store to make sure youre not getting any strange looks from the staff or other customers. You pull it from the rail and clutch it to your chest "perfect, perfect, perfect!" You whisper to yourself like you're that weird slimy guy from Lord of the Rings. You quickly bring the coveted item up to the sales assistant to pay and bring your beautiful new baby home.

You're walking on sunshine the whole way back to meet Frank, big smile, shopping bag swishing with every step you take. Well, thats until a large figure brushes his hand off yours scooping said bag from your loose grip. You freeze. Walking ahead of you the bald man's step faulters when you shout "what the fu-?!" He stops and turns on his heal. "Ohmygod." Your hands fly up to your mouth in shock. "Uh. Surprise?" Frank grimaces running his hand over his now buzzed head as he walks back towards you. "Frank! Oh my god!" You slap his shoulder now that hes standing onfront of you. "This!" You wave your hands up and down towards him. "This, was your errands?!" "Yeah sweetheart, you mad?" His dark brown eyes now desperately trying to read your expression. You just stand there, three fingers pursed over your lips taking him in. Damn, it suits him. How can he pull off every look!? "Frankie, I love it." You sigh. "Yeah?" He leans in to let you run your hand over it. "Yeah Frankie, I really do!" Your eyes lighting up at the new sensation under your fingers. "Ooooh thank god." His shoulders finally relax when you press a sweet kiss to his lips taking his free hand in yours. "You're lucky you can pull it off bucko or alla this would be on lockdown." You mock gesturing along your body. Frank looks down at you with his eyebrow raised and a stern look. "Yeah sweetheart, we see how long that'd last." Nearing the truck you cluth your pearls in a dramatic display of outrage. "Oh we'll see about that Francis."

Always the gentleman, Frank opens the passenger door for you allowing you to climb up into your seat. He watches as you buckle your belt and get comfy before leaving your shopping bag at your feet and closing your door. Frank gets behind the steering wheel and starts the engine ready for whatever your throw on the radio as he pulls out of the parking space. He reaches the first set of lights in complete silence and throws a look your way to see if your thumbs are tapping away putting together the set list for the journey home but your phone hasn't left your bag nor your hands left your lap thats now turned completely to your door. Rubbing his hand down his face Frank sighs. "Doll, y'know I was just playin'" he reaches to place his hand on your thigh while he waits for the lights to turn green. Pulling your arms to cross over your chest you shake your hair out of your face and cross your legs somehow pulling them even closer to your door. "You wanna play? Im playing Francis." You quip turning your nose up watching whatever isnt happening out your window. You both spend the rest of the journey home in silence.

Pulling up to the property you rest your head against your seat trying your best to not look Franks way, he wouldn't get the better of you this time. Once again, Frank kills the engine and you cant get out of the truck fast enough. Frank hasn't even gotten his belt off and youre walking up the steps to the front door. You hear the drivers door shut and the heavy footsteps coming up the porch steps as he approaches you. "How'd you think you were gonna get in sweetheart?" He says sweetly bringing the keys to the lock. "I dunno, break a window." You mutter ducking under his arm kicking your sandals off in the entryway and marching up the stairs to get away from him.

You know this is stupid. But hes stupid. You have willpower dammit! You can resist that beautiful buzzed man! Fuck. That beautiful buzzed man. Your thighs clench when you think about his fresh new cut. You throw your shopping bag on the bed and shake your head. "Willpower. You have willpower." You whisper your new mantra to yourself. You can hear Frank stomping around downstairs, as you take your new purchase out of the bag ans admiring it before hanging it on the door of your wardrobe.

*light bulb!*

"I have willpower. Does he?" You mumble to yourself running your hand over the satin on front of you. "FRAAANK!" You call out the bedroom door waiting for a response. You hear his steps clomping up the stairs. "You outta your huff?" You hear him say under his breath. It takes everything in you not to say something snappy back so you bite your tongue. Frank appears in the door way as you unbutton your waistcoat. "Chair. I wanna know if you think I should return this or not." You nod toward the small armchair sitting in the corner of the room. Clearing the room in three long steps he plants himself on the chair, legs spread and arms crossed.

You make and ordeal of undoing each button one by one. Each one allowing your breasts break free and spill over the next button. You look up at at Frank when you undo the last one and pulling your shoulders back allowing the waistcoat to slide off your arms. Your next task is hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your skirt and turning around as you slowly wiggle it past your hips and arching your back to pull it down over the swell of your ass. Looking back at Frank over your shoulder you examine him. Ankle now over his knee as he bites at the side of his thumb. Its working. You let the skirt drop and step out of it adjusting the sides of your underwear to make sure theres nothing out of place. Youre standing in the middle of your shared bedroom with nothing but a white thong with a little blue bow on. You he frank let out a shaky breath as you go and pull the dress from the hanger and play it out flat on the bed. You place both hands on the matress as you stand at the foot of the bed "admiring" the little pale blue dress, running your finger along it to find the zipper on its seam. "Thereee it is!" You innocently whisper to yourself pinching the seam and opening the side of the dress. Picking it up you turn your back on Frank placing the dress over your head and letting the slinky fabric fall down your body before smoothing it out and  fastening the zipper. You turn on your tip toes to face Frank and use the tips of your fingers to fix the hem of the dress nonchalantly before looking up at him.

You know you look good before Frank even let's out the breath that hes been holding. It's the perfect dress. Its hugs your curves perfectly, your tits have never looked better in any other article of clothing that you've ever owned and your ass?! Frann could eat his dinner off of it. "Whaddya thi-"  "shit, doll" "Is it bad?! Ill bring it back" you mutter in fake concern as you twist side to side trying to get a better look in the mirror ontop of your dressing table. You run your fingers through your hair making your way to thebfull length mirror that resides in the hall to get a better look.

Fixing the shoulders and flattening the fabric across your stomach taking in the dress that hugs your body in all the right places, Frank appears behind you. "Its perfect." His index finger runs along the V on the back of the dress. "Y'sure Frank? Its not too much?" Your voice sweet as pie. Frank moves your hair off your shoulder planting a kiss to the slope of your neck as he pulls the tag off the back of the dress. "Frankie! I cant return it now!" "Youre not returnin it." His hand now holding your hips as the other snakes up your jaw turning your head back toward his. "Nah ah ah, Frankie" you try to turn away but Franks strong grip makes it nearly impossible. "You still playin' this game baby?" He mumbles against your lips. Your try to nod and all he does is laugh at you. "You knew what you were doin' callin' me up here sweetheart didnt ya?" "Yeah Frankie, I wanted your opinion" you whisper against him. "You mean to tell me, you requested that we drive all the way back into town today so you can get the dress that you seen laaast week as if you didnt already try it on in the store and knew it would drive me crazy?" Me mutters against your ear as he presses his hard bulge against your back. You gulp trying to keep your resolve. "Dunno what you're talking about." You try to break free but Franks grip on you tightens holding you in place, your pulse thrumming under the fingers holding your jaw. Hes let's out a low chuckle "dunno what im talkin' bout." He mocks feeling the frantic tick against his thumb before leaning in to press a kiss against the lie. Your body goes up in flames at the contact. "Frank" you half whisper, your hand coming up the back of his bicep before reaching his neck and caressing the now short hairs at the base. "Yeah, sweetheart?" He hums against the soft hollow of your throat. Sighing you bring your free hand to the one he has gripping your hips trying to urge it forward, franks eyes lock with yours in the mirror using his strength against you. "Nah Doll, you dont need me, you wanted to play remember?" You try turning your head toward Franks but he doesn't allow it, stern keeping your face locked on the mirror watching your thighs clench in desperation. "Thats unless..." he trails off letting his hand make its way down your hip and towards your growing heat stopping when his fingers reach the hem of your dress. Your breath hitches, chest rising pushing your cleavage against the low cut neckline. "You gonna stop acting like a little brat?" He holds the position watching your resolve melt as you whine "you win Frankie, I dont wanna play anymore, okay?!" Frank hums as his fingers slip past the hem and meets the soft cotton of your underwear. "Not what I asked sweetheart" toying with the little bow on the front. Frantically nodding you babble "yes Frankie, Im sorry! Im done, I thought I- I thought-" trailing his fingers down your core he runs his middle over your slit until hes met with the damp patch. "Shh, shh, shh, jesus baby. You getting yourself all worked up over this dress?" All you can do is nod as you watch his fingers work in the mirror. "Poor girl, you gonna stop acting all pissy over a lil joke?" "YES! Yes, Frankie, Im done, I promise!"

Frank pulls your face back towards his in a bruising kiss, his tongue dominating yours as he pulls your panties to the side and pushing his fingers past your glistening entrance. You gasp at the sudden fullness allowong Frank to lick at your top lip before he turns your head back to your reflection. "Look at the mess you're makin' baby. You really thought you could play that game? Two seconds and you're already drippin' on my fingers." You whine leaning your back against his strong chest. What were you thinking? How could you ever deny him. Franks fingers are pistoning in and out of you, dragging you closer to the finish line. He can feel you grip his fingers as your legs start to close around his wrist. "Frankie, I'm gonna cum." You pant gripping the back of his neck as you watch him torture your pussy with hooded eyes. "Yeah? My baby gonna cum all over my fingers?" You're frantically nodding as your breathing gets deeper and all you can feel is him. The familiar euphoria begins to wash over you until, you',re empty. Frank pulls his fingers from you letting go of the grip on your jaw and backing away.

Tears prick at your eyes "Fra-", both of his hands envelop your face pulling you in for a hungry kiss. "Thought you'd get away with your little stunt that easy?" He smirks as he pulls away. Turning you around he bends you over the bannister hiking your dress up over the swell of your ass. He brings his hand down behind your knee and brings it up to rest against the wooden railing before kneeling down behind you admiring the dark patch in the middle of your panties and running his thumb over it. "Pretty little pussy" he mumbles to himself before pressing his face to it and taking a deep breath before peppering kisses along the gusset.

Pushing against his face you hum, grateful for any sort of friction against your buzzing core. He hooks his finger into the thin stretch of fabric covering your asshole and glides his tongue over your puckered hole, the sensation of his beard against your pussy causing a shiver to run up your spine. "Frankie, pleaseee" you cry as he drags his tongue between your drenched pussy and asshole.

He brings himself to stand behind you, unbuckling his his belt and freeing his thick cock. You feel the warmth of his hand on the bottom of your back as he steps closer hooking his thumb in your panties to keep them pulled aside, running his cock through your pussy he lets out a sigh as it bumps your clit. He pulls back through your folds coating his cock in you wetness and drags the head between your cheeks allowing your underwear to snap over it as he thrusts a few times before moving back down to your aching pussy pressing against your opening as he bully's his way in inch by inch. "So fuckin' tight, squeezin' me." He grunts pushing deeper until he fits flush against your body. You throw your head back with a gasp feeling him knock against your cervix, hand reaching back to grab the wrist at the bottom of your back. "You can take it sweetheart, shes suckin' me in." Frank starts his steady rhythm, slowly pulling out and snapping back in, relishing in watching your cheeks bounce with every slap, his hand reaches around to your heavy breast toying with your perky nipple through your dress. You can feel yourself getting close but you're too scared to say anything incase Frank pulls out or stops but he can feel it too; pussy like a vice around him, your juices coating his balls everytime they slap against your aching cunt. His hand leaves your breast and makes its way to your neglected clit, he begins rubbing tight circles over her, pulling your orgasm closer. "C'mon baby. Lemme feel her." He coos between the breaths that get knocked out of you with every thrust. "FRAAANKIE, BABBYYY" you cry as your pussy clenches down and spasms around his cock. "Thaaats it baby." Frank sighs fucking you through your climax, slowing down to let you catch your breath.

You twist your body back panting as you look at Frank with a soft smile and rosy cheeks. He runs his hand along your elevated leg as he pulls out of you and eases it back down. "That what you wanted, sweetheart?" He asks, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Nodding as you turn around you remark "Yeah Frankie, but I wanted to see what you look like fucking me with your new haircut." "Oh yeah?" He smiles down at you. "Oh yeah" you nod with more enthusiasm as you wrap your arms around his neck and jumping. Frank is quick to respond, large hands meeting you thighs and wrapping them around his waist, cock bobbing against your ass as he walks you both back towards the bedroom.

"Tell me what you want doll" Frank leans back on the bed when the mattress meets the back of his knees. "I wanna ride you" you whisper against his lips before kissing him and pushing his back flush with the bed and running your hands over his chest. Frank hums in agreement running his hands up your legs and over your hips. "Take what you want, Baby, all yours." He pulls away taking in your body straddling his hips. With a cheeky smile, you reach down to his veiny dick pumping it a few times and rubbing it over your pussy, you love feeling how hard he gets in your hand. You throw a glance his way to check in and he just nods at you biting his lip.

Sitting upright and spitting in your hand you reach behind you and start coat his cock in the moisture before slowly starting to sit down. "Woah, woah, woah!" Franks grip on your hips tightens stopping you from going any further. "Frank, relax" you try to reassure while him attempting but not succeeding to sink down on him.

"You sure this is what you want?" He rushes out, body tense. "Yes Frankie, I can do this, I want this, waited for it!" You sigh impatiently. "You need me to stop, you tell me to stop. No questions." Leaning down you press a kiss to his nose. "I promise."

Franks grip loosens but his hands dont leave your hips, eyes raking over every inch of your body looking for signs of discomfort as you start lowering yourself down on him. The tip of his cock kisses your puckered hole and you feel him twitch. Making eye contact with Frank you offer him a nod as you hips begin to make their way down.

You his at the slight burn that starts as you push down around him. Franks whole body freezes and his hands tighten on you hips until you give him a soft smile and reassurance that youre okay. You move up before sliding back down another inch, butterflies begin to form in your stomach at the stretch. You repeat this motion, taking him deeper each time until you've fitted him fully inside you. You look over the man under you, the picture of restraint, muscles taught, jaw set and brow furrowed. You start to move now that you've adjusted to the size and new sensation, Franks shaky breaths egging you on as you find your rhythm. "Jeeesus fuckin' Christ sweetheart, you're stranglin' me." He chokes out as you drop down on his length again, you can feel him stretching you out, cock deep inside you, pussy fluttering around nothing.

Your curiosity gets the better of you when you decide to let your two middle fingers make their way to your empty cunt. Franks eyebrow raises as you enter yourself and let out a high pitched sigh. You've never been this full, pressing your fingers to the sweet spongey spot deep inside you as Franks cock rubs against them on the other side of the dividing flesh. You cant help your moans as you bounce on his thick legth while your fingers aid in overstimulating your senses.

"You're gonna have to slow down." Frank pants. "Fuck Frankie, Im fine!" You whine as you clench around your fingers.

"Baby you gotta slow down, you're too fuckin' tight!" He grunts, unable to stop him self from grinding up into you on every bounce. "Frankie, fucking cum in me. I want to feel you fill me!" You pant as sweat beads fall down your brow. "You sure, sweethea-" "Fuuuck!" Your free hand grips his chest as your orgasm wrecks through you. "Ah fuck baby!" Franks grip tightens as your body convulses around him, milking him of his seed as he grinds up into you.

Panting you lower yourself down so your chest is flush with his, hearts beating against eachother while you both try to catch your breath. "Wow." You start to giggle pushing your face into his neck. "Wow." Frank pants running his hand through your hair and down your back, shaking his head in disbelief.