I’ve been back for a week now and although Frankie warned me that she would be way busier with Flashdance gone, I didn’t realize how busy. Between my killer hours I’ve had to put in at the gym to be ready for a fight I’m not sure will happen and her schedule, I haven’t seen her for shit. I’m worried that she’s doing too much, but you can’t tell her stubborn ass anything. My brothers are keeping a close eye on her, especially Sonny, so that makes me feel better.
She’s asleep when I leave in the morning and sleeping long before I get home, and not always in my room. She’s still trying to make sure we take it slow, and I’m still all, “Get in my fucking bed.” If she happens to be in hers, I just pick her up and carry her to mine. She can try to be cautious all she wants, as long as she does it from the king size in my room.
On my way to the weight room to meet up with my brothers, I slow down to glance into Frankie’s studio when I hear Rihanna singing some dirty shit. I know what that means and I know that if I watch too long, I’ll be bench pressing with a massive hard on. I can’t not watch for at least a minute though. Grabbing the frame above my head, I press my forehead to the cool glass of the picture window. A window that obviously is a glimpse into heaven or as close as I’ll ever get. Shaking my head, I tear my eyes away from my girl twerking like she’s starring in a rap video and reluctantly leave. Fuck me, she is hotter than any woman should be. Adjusting myself, I try to get into the mental space to throw some weights.
A couple hours later, I’m in the basement, finally finished for the day, just lying on the floor of the Cage going over the techniques we worked on that I would need to beat Rude Awakening. My brother was right as usual—I do train better in the Cage. Popping up, I walk over to my gear and pull out my phone and shoot Frankie a message.
Me: You still here or home?
I’m running a towel over my sweat dampened skin when I get an incoming text.
Frankie: Still here, just finished my last class. What’s up?
Perfect.
Me: Come to the basement.
Frankie: Be right down
Dropping my phone and towel in the corner with the rest of my stuff, I go over to the gate of the Cage and wait for my girl. It doesn’t take long before the door opens and she’s standing there, fuck-me heels and all.
“Lock the door, Princess,” I call out. She shoots me a puzzled look but does it any way. As she makes her way toward me, I take in the soft swell of her belly. Now that she’s told me that she’s pregnant, it seems so obvious.
“What are we doing here?” Frankie asks as she makes her way up the two steps that will bring her to me.
“It’s quiet down here and I can have you all to myself for a little bit,” I tell her, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her in so that all of her is pressed up against all of me. My hand is splayed wide on the small of her back, holding her there. I dip my head to place a kiss to my spot. “Just wanted to get hands on you before we both have to get back to work.”
Her hands flutter over my abs, then around to run up my back, effectively making me shudder. “So you brought me down here to the basement to have your wicked way with me? Is that right? Up against the Cage?” She follows her line of questioning up with light kisses against my chest, my bicep, wherever she can reach as I tower over her.
I wish I could say that she was wrong, that I called her down her for something other than to dirty her up, but I didn’t. I had every intention of fucking her in this Cage, just like I said I would and never had the chance to. “Remember that bet? It was months ago, and it’s time to pay up, Princess,” I tell her. She looks up at me through heavy lids.
“I thought that you forgot all about that. It’s not like you to wait so long to call in a bet.”
“Oh, trust I didn’t forget. Just waiting for the perfect time to collect,” I say as I lower my head to nip at her lip. Frankie opens her mouth to allow me access. I don’t take it. Instead I pull her farther into the Cage, dancing us backwards until the gate slams shut with a soft clang. “You’re in my house now, baby. It’s all about my rules here.” Winking, I settle both my hands on her ass, squeezing and kneading through the puffy material of her skirt as I watch her thoughts play across her face. First the want, then the worry, then the want again. “I’m not sure what you’re worried about, but you can lock that shit up, Princess. It’s just you and me here, and I want you wrapped around me, sooner rather than later. So no worrying, you feel me?”
She looks at me a little surprised that I could read her so well though I don’t understand why. I’ve always been able to. She’s like an open book to me most days.
Frankie smiles that smile at me, the one that pulls me in, consumes me, gives and takes, and it’s all the invitation I need. My hand tangles in her long hair. I yank gently, pulling her head back so that she’s arched, her tits pushed forward and her neck exposed. The pulse fluttering against smooth skin as inviting as her smile. My mouth makes its way to that spot, gliding over the elegant lines of her throat, my tongue tasting the salt on her skin. Lips pressed to her neck, I make it to where it meets her shoulder and bite, eliciting a low moan from Frankie. It always gets a reaction. My favorite kind of reaction.
I find my way to the plunging vee of her top and place an open-mouthed kiss to the tops of each rounded globe. Running my nose along the edges, I nudge the material out of the way until one of her creamy tits is free. My mouth closes around the dark pink nipple. Releasing it slowly, I turn my face and do the same with the other side. Now that both of her tits are uncovered, I take my time laving over each, sucking as much into my mouth as I can. Her hands are resting on my forearms, fingernails biting into the skin. The pain fueling my need to be inside her. I drag callused fingertips over her exposed back, under the skirt she’s trying to kill me with, until I hit the crease of her ass tracing the line under the cheek at the top of her thigh before lifting her. My mouth never once leaves her flushed skin. Dipping inward, I rub against her pussy as she wraps her legs around me, locking her ankles at the small of my back, pressing us tighter together. My shorts are no match for my cock, straining against the thin nylon material. Her head thrown back, she moans softly.
“God, I’ve missed you so much, missed your hands and mouth on me. The way you make me feel,” she says, hips rolling in a sensual pattern, my cock jerking against her ass as she does. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me against the Cage, Deac. Show me how much you missed me.”
Growling around the nipple in my mouth, I release it with a pop, “I’ll fuck you, Frankie. I’ll show you everything, baby, but it won’t be against the Cage.” My gaze touches on every bit of her exposed to me. “Nah, there’s no way I’ll let the Cage leave its mark on you,” I tell her as I stalk to the coated chain link and lean so that it’s my back against it, my skin that will be left wearing the indentations our fucking will definitely make.
“Wrap your arms around me and hold on, Princess.” Once she does, I let go of her and yank down my shorts and boxer briefs, my cock surging forward like it’s searching for her. She has a tie at her hip that she tugs on, her skirt falling open completely before it drifts to the mat, leaving her in nothing but the tiniest scrap of lace and the little black top that might as well be on the floor too since it’s doing nothing to cover her. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that? Abso-fucking-lutely perfect.” With her hands wrapped around my shoulders and her legs around my waist, I’m able to let go. I settle her a little lower on my hips so that I can easily slip a hand in between us. Palm flat, I push back on her chest gently, forcing her to lean back just a little. Dragging one finger up and down the seam of her panties, over her clit and back down, I can feel how wet she is. Pushing the lace into her wetness, I allow one more pass over her clit before snagging my finger in the lace keeping me out of the pussy I want into so badly. With a yank, my finger rips through the fragile material. I work my fingers inside the tear and widen them until I’ve created crotchless panties. “There it is. There’s that sweet pussy I love so much,” I tell her with a wicked grin. Frankie doesn’t wait for direction from me as she lifts herself so that my cock is between us. Rubbing against it, her head falls forward, resting against mine as she teases us both.
“You’re so fucking wet, my cock is so fucking wet . . . from you,” I tell her just before I catch her hips and thrust into her hard and high, her breath catching. “You wanna keep teasing me, Princess, or you wanna fuck me?” I growl as I work myself inside of her even further, the head of my cock bumping against the walls of her pussy. Her hands shoot up to grab onto the chain link over my shoulders, giving her a better hold. Using her legs and her grip, she raises herself up almost completely and then slams back down. Both of us moaning in unison.
“I heard about pregnant pussy being the best pussy and didn’t believe it, but they were right. Jesus fuck, they were right. Put it on me, Frankie,” I murmur through gritted teeth as she pulses around me in waves. She uses the Cage as leverage as she bounces on my cock, each time taking me deeper than the last. I bury my face in her tits. Nipping and licking, sucking and biting in a state of desperation. It’s almost too much, what I feel. What she’s doing to me and where we are all adding to my heightened senses.
Sliding my hands under her ass, I hold her suspended away from me, just the tip of my cock being squeezed as I pull out, waiting until her blues land on me. Once she’s looking into my eyes, I slide back in to the base, over and over, fucking her as she clings to me, completely trusting, completely open. I feel her tightening around me, tensing in my arms, telling me that she’s close. Frankie’s head lolls back on her shoulders, her long hair swaying against her back. Feathering over my hands gripping her ass. Her mouth falls open, my name leaving it on a breathless whimper that grows in volume as she falls apart, her pussy like a vise around my cock, the pulsating grip almost painful.
“That’s it, baby, you know what I want,” I grunt as I fight off my own orgasm. Moving her slowly now, I allow her to ride it out and give myself a chance to regain some control. I wasn’t lying—pregnant pussy is a beautiful fucking thing. She’s tighter, if that’s even possible. I thought so before, but figured it was because we hadn’t been together in awhile. She’s more responsive to the slightest movement it seems. It’s making it nearly impossible to keep from losing my shit right now. Frankie leans back in my arms, her hands at my nape, tangling in my hair, and looks to where we’re joined. She wants a show, I’ll give her one. With a tight hold on her hips, I pull out, the shaft of my cock glistening with her come. “Mmmmmm, you see that, Princess?” I ask, my voice pitched low.
“Tell me, Deac,” Frankie whispers and I know what she needs. Slamming her down to meet my thrust, I pull back again, her eyes still locked on our bodies.
“Look at us,” I tell her as I glide in and then back out. “That’s you all over me. Only you, baby. Only me. Only us.” Crashing her onto me again, I feel my release start at the base of my spine as it grabs a hold of my balls. My hands tighten on her hips as I push her away again. “No one else, ever again. That’s a fucking promise.” My words turn into a long drawn out groan as I pump into her faster, harder, chasing after my orgasm. Frankie’s grip on my hair tightens as she meets my every demand on her body. With one final thrust I let go, shuddering with the intensity behind it.
After a minute of just circling my hips, pressing her down on me, she breaks the silence, “Oh my God, you can put me down now. I have to be getting heavy.”
Scoffing, I smirk at her, eyebrow raised in amusement. “Why do you think I’m in the gym throwing weights around all the time?”
“Hmmm, because it’s your job!” she rasps out on a throaty laugh.
“Well, there’s that, but I do it mostly so that I can fuck you standing up,” I tease. “Gotta stay strong for my girl and her voracious sexual appetite and her wall, or in this case, Cage, fetish.” Biting back a laugh, I slap her ass.
“Ha! My wall fetish? You’re the one who has never passed a wall you didn’t want me pinned against,” she huffs.
“Can’t argue with that, Princess.” I shoot her a wink and run my hands from her waist to her ankles. Unlocking them from behind my back so that I can put her down. Frankie makes sure to slide down so that every inch of her rubs up against me. It’s the sweetest fucking torture. “You’re evil, you know that, right? How can something so small and angelic be so damn mean?” I duck my head and smother my smile in her neck, raining kisses on her.
“Come on, mean girl, let me get you dressed so that we can get you home and clean you up.” Bending, I pull my shorts and boxer briefs up with a tug before bending to snag her gray ballerina skirt off the mat. “No bra?” I ask. Watching as she tucks her tits back into her top.
“This is a bra. A sports bra. You texted me just as I was getting in the shower so I just threw my skirt back on and came down here.”
“Yeah, you did.” I smirk, nodding my head in agreement.
Frankie lets loose a laugh and smacks me on the chest. “You’re impossible. Take me home and bathe me, you animal,” she says, still laughing.
“What’s gonna happen if I get you in the shower?”
Walking to the door of the Cage, she looks back at me over her shoulder, her skin still flushed, her hair a wild, just-fucked mess. “I’m gonna get fucked,” Frankie says throatily.
“Yes. You. Are.”