#dom!frank

“Is that you baby?” You holler over the spray. You hear a belt buckle being unfastened and clothes being shucked off. Before long, the shower curtain slides open.

“Yeah ‘s me sweet thing.” Frank steps in, fully naked, taking hold of your waist. He leans down to kiss the back of your neck. His scratchy beard tickling you.

You reach back to him, curling his now damp hair in between your fingers. You two stand under the spray holding each other.

“Smell so good pretty girl,” Frank mumbles into your skin. His hands are kneading circles into your hips, subtly pulling you backward, against his hard cock.

You gasp. “Frankie…”

“Didn’t get to see your little show today.” Hands grind your ass harder onto his front. You arch your back.

“Not my fault the site wanted you later,” you groan. Frank nips into your neck, one hand reaching down, running through your folds.

“Bastards,” he growls. “Always keepin’ me from my girl and her sweet cunt.” Frank’s hand goes to cup your pussy, fingers kissing your entrance.

“Lemme feel her baby, missed this pussy so bad,” he groans. You keen and arch further into him, reaching back to cup his manhood.

His whole body reacts, letting out a low, heady moan. “That’s it pretty girl, touch that cock. It’s all yours, baby.”

You moan as his fingers enter you, immediately finding that spongy, heady spot. “Frankie…feels too good baby…” “Yeah sweet girl? Am I making you feel good?” His other hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts, fingers finding the pert of your nipples and rolling them sinfully. Your hand on his cock starts to stroke, gathering the precum that’s gathered at the tip and using your thumb to spread it around.

Frank’s cock is weeping—rock hard, hot, heavy and throbbing—all for you.

He fingers you to your peak, and adjusts you to the far wall of the shower, away from the spray. Your hip is on the wall, and your leg is hooked around his as his cock stands to attention right at your entrance.

His grabs your jaw, and brings you into a steamy kiss. It’s fully desperate and depraved, gnashing teeth, tongue and spit. Once you two pull away, a little string of shared salvia connects your lips.

You look deeply into his blown pupils. “Fuck me Frankie,” you plead.

“Shit baby,” he gasps, pushing into the sloppy heat of your cunt. “She’s squeezin’ me so tight, knew she missed me.”

He sets a slow pace, thrusts deep and hard, just the way you like. Your moans are pornographic, loud and uncontrollable, only covered by the steady stream of water behind both of you.

“That’s it baby, lemme feel her cum…need to feel this sweet pussy come all over me,” Frank whispers in your ear.

Your eyes are rolled back, mindless babbles and moans coming from your throat. “Please… please make me cum Frank, need it-“ “Shhhhhh, shhh baby, I’ll make you cum honey. Make this sloppy cunt even sloppier.”

He starts to rub your bundle, slow just like his thrusts. You feel the knot in your belly begin to tighten, your orgasm just in reach. “Keep going Frankie, please baby, needa cum for you,” you babble.

“That’s it, lemme feel it sweetie.” Frank gives your clit one more good rub and you feel the knot tighten completely. Your vision goes a little white as you cum hard. Franks follows shortly, and you feel hot spurts of his cum fill you.

Your groans mix into a cacophony of sound, filling the bathroom with your coupling. Frank pulls out and your legs start to shake.

Frank is there, he always is, to catch you as your knees give. “Gotcha honey. ‘Ain’t goin’ nowhere with me around.” He scoops you up bridal style, carrying you out of the bathroom into you two’s bedroom and lays you onto the soft sheets.

“Be right back sweetheart,” he mumbles, heading back into the en suite. He comes back shortly, for a warm wet towel and wipes your slit clean of cum.

Frank sees the thick mental fog that’s formed in your eyes. Time to start the real aftercare.

“D’ya think you could use it for me honey?” He asks through the fog of your mind. You whine softly. “…water, need some water Frankie…” “I gotcha baby don’t worry.

He brings you water, making sure you take little sips as he holds your head up in his hands, and shortly after brings you to the toilet to pee.

While you’re doing your thing, he rummages through your closet to pull out pajamas and grabs your coco butter lotion from the nightstand.

“All done in there?” He called into the room. “All done Frankie!” You responded. He goes and picks you off the toilet and lays you back down onto the comforter of your bed. He starts to lotion your body, taking generous care and time to get all creases and crannies, and dresses you in panties and one of his old navy shirts.

“There ya go honey, good as new.” You beam up at him, but shortly after yawn sleepily. Frank grins down at you. “Let’s get you to sleep honey.”

You roll onto your side, cozying as Frank covers you and rounds the bed to his side.

Even with your efforts, a sharp cry tumbled from your mouth as Frank thrusted again. Within seconds, a large and calloused palm clasped over your mouth. His gruff voice quietly reprimanded you. “Sh, sh, sh. You promised to be quiet, sweetheart.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, hot tears streaked down your cheeks and you took a ragged breath. Frank briefly moved his hand and pressed soft kisses down each cheek. His voice softened slightly, and his eyes met yours. “Does it feel good? Is that why my baby's cryin'?”

Whimpering again, you nodded and took a shaky breath. It's too much, but you love every second of it. “Feels so good.”

The sound of your strained voice, thick with tears, brought a smile to Frank's face. His rough thumb gently stroked your jaw, and he pressed a much softer kiss to your lips.

“You're takin' me so well, baby. Look at you.”

He tenderly tipped your head down so you could look at where your bodies were connected. The sight of Frank slipping in and out, at a slower pace now, was almost mesmerizing. You took another trembling breath and looked back up at your boyfriend. It was clear that you were too overwhelmed to speak, but he knew what you were thinking.

“You were fuckin' made for me, y'know that? I'm gonna move faster again, but you can take it. You need to be quiet, though, sweetheart. Can't have us gettin' caught.”

With that warning, his hand moved back over your mouth and his thrusts picked up in pace. The cold metal wall of the bathroom stall was pressed against your back, and it helped you stay in the present moment. As Frank hit your clit, your eyes widened, and you whined against his hand. Fuck, he always knew how to make you melt.

Feeling your warm breath against his palm and hearing your small whine, Frank increased the intensity of his motions. His body was acting on instinct now, and he was determined to bring you to your peak.

“That's the spot, ain't it? You gonna be a good girl and let go for me?”

Unable to speak, you eagerly nodded and whimpered in response. You were so close, and every stroke was pushing you closer to that edge. It was only a matter of seconds now.

“Easy, sweetheart. Just give in for me.”

His sturdy arm was wrapped around your waist and holding you against him as he rocked in and out of your cunt. One of your legs was propped against Frank's hip while the other attempted to keep you upright. If it weren't for him, you'd be knocked flat on your ass. His gentle words were the only encouragement you needed, and you quickly gave into the pleasure that pooled low in your belly.

Your cry was muffled by Frank's hand, and he held you tighter against him as your body convulsed with satisfaction. His climax quickly followed, and he leaned the two of you up against the bathroom wall. His chest was heaving slightly, and he had a lazy grin on his face.

“You did so good for me, pretty girl. So fuckin' perfect.”

Smiling softly, you nodded and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. Frank always had a way of making you feel valued, and you couldn't get enough of appeasing him. He took a moment to catch his breath before slowly pulling out of you. Your body felt the sudden emptiness, and you sighed in response.

Frank saw your reaction and laughed softly. He gently moved a piece of hair from your face and brushed his thumb against the curve of your cheek.

“Miss me already?”

“Don't be mean, Frankie.”

That earned another gruff chuckle from him and leaned his forehead against yours. You always looked so beautiful coming down from your euphoria, and he couldn't stop staring. How did he get so lucky?

“Sorry, sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up and then we can go home. I wanna fuck you in our bed.”

With that, Frank grabbed some paper towels from a nearby dispenser and started wiping your thighs. He would've preferred using something a little softer, like a towel, but he had to clean you up somehow. As he dried your skin, he peppered the area with small kisses and kept glancing up at you. God, he was fucking whipped.