minors do not interact. — FRANK CASTLE
Can’t stop thinking about having a meltdown around Frank Castle, and his only response is to calm you down by tiring you out. Frank just pulls his cock out of his pants and tells you to sit on it, knowing as soon as he’s inside of you, you’ll start to ride him for some relief. “Go on, baby, work yourself out,” he’d tell you as your walls swallow his length. Frank watches you slide up and down intently, making note of how your hiccuped sobs come to a slow stop as you shift your energy into working yourself on Frank’s cock. You almost forget about why you were having a meltdown in the first place.
Frank coos at you, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and slides his calloused thumb over your warm skin as his mouth falls open. “That’s right, sweetheart. Doin’ so good calming yourself down. You’ve got big feelings for such a little thing, yeah?”
By the time you’ve finished around him, your orgasm is laced in his pubes and has formed a white ring around the base of his cock. You hardly remember what had you so upset in the first place. “I feel better,” you sigh, keeping Frank’s cock tucked tightly inside you, “Really tired— think I need to go to bed.”
“Yeah,” Frank rubs your back softly, his fingers lingering just under the hem of your shirt. “Yeah, baby, I think you were due for some rest about an hour ago.”
