Twenty minutes later and Frankie finally makes it out of the dressing room wearing a hot pink sports bra and tiny ass black shorts, the “Hitman” shirt dangling from her fingers. “Hey, Nadalynn, where the hell are her clothes?” I ask the stylist. “I thought we sent her back there to get dressed; you sent her out with less clothing than she went in with.”
“Well, the other girls all had their bikinis on. I didn’t have an extra one lying around, and since she’s not a ring girl anyway, I didn’t want to make her look like one. It was either this or naked. Your choice,” she says smugly.
I don’t really care about what she’s wearing—I know where she belongs and to whom, I just like to blow her shit. Its payback for making me wear makeup for these shoots. I shake my head in mock disapproval and hold out my hand for Frankie. “Come on, Princess. Let’s get this over with so that you can put some clothes on.” My teasing makes her laugh and Nadalynn shoots me the bird.
Still laughing, I lead Frankie over to where Caz and Mav are waiting. “Okay, I’m going to pose you a few different ways because I’m still not sure what their plans are. Do you want me to try and shoot around . . .” he asks as he indicates Frankie’s bump. We both answer at once—“Yes.” “No.” Caz’s head swivels from me to her and back, looking ready to bolt.
“No,” I say again emphatically.
Huffing, she gives in. “Do whatever he wants, I just want to go and get some food,” Frankie tells Caz, who now looks relieved.
For the next little while, Caz poses us and takes what feels like a million pictures. We’re just about to wrap up when Derek Eliott, President of the EWF and my boss, bursts into the room.
“What the hell is this bullshit that your little girlfriend smacked up one of my Cage girls? I won’t have one of your flavors coming into my building and causing trouble,” he booms angrily.
Stepping forward, I put myself in front of Frankie before he makes it over to us. “She had it coming, Derek. And watch what you say when you’re speaking about my girl,” I warn, my voice low. There’s a stunned silence that takes hold of the studio and everyone in it. I don’t really care. He won’t talk about Frankie like that. “Speaking of ring girls, I don’t want Veronica working my fights any more. She’s fucking crazy and she crossed a line tonight, a few of them actually.”
Derek scoffs and points a ringed finger at me. “D, I hate to break it to you, but you’re in no goddamn position to be making demands.”
Brushing aside his comment because I don’t want to get into a conversation about where I stand with the EWF in front of Frankie, I interrupt him before he can say more. “I’m not making demands, Derek. I’m simply stating that if she’s working the Cage, I will not be in it. Simple as that. Chicks like her are a dime a dozen. Find someone else.”
“See, this is why fighters need to keep their dicks in their pants. I don’t need this shit right now and I for damn sure don’t need your girlfriend busting up my girls’ faces, D! It’s unacceptable,” he bellows. I’m about to answer him when Frankie steps out from behind me.
“I apologize for hitting someone under your employment, Derek, but Deacon is right, she had it coming,” she tells a stunned Derek.
Once he’s able to close his mouth and collect himself he stammers out, “F—Frankie? You’re the girlfriend?” he asks. This is not a stuttering man. He is all business, all the time. I’m not sure why he’s so surprised. Or maybe it’s the fact that he was trash talking one of the most respected men in MMA’s daughter. “I’m sorry, I guess I nev—” he stops mid-sentence and focuses on me. “Is she pregnant? Are you pregnant?” His attention on Frankie again before bouncing back to me. “Deacon?” Derek looks a little frazzled and a whole lot confused. “Not to be insensitive or anything, but now is not the time to be losing focus. We’re talking about the belt here.”
“Yes, Frankie is having my baby. And no, you don’t have to worry about me losing focus. I know what I have to do.”
He looks like he wants to argue but instead nods his head in agreement. “Okay then. Caz find a way to spin this. His female fans will be pissed, but the guys will appreciate Frankie. Use it to our advantage. Make it sexy, but not too sexy or else I’ll have Guy all over my ass.” Leaving as abruptly as he came, he stops at the door. “I’ll make sure that Veronica isn’t on your circuit. Just do me a favor and stay out of goddamn trouble, D. I can only do so much.” The door slams loudly behind him.
I grin down at Frankie. “That went well, yeah?”
My birthday, and I can’t even catch a break. Sonny has had me in the gym since five this fucking morning and it’s now nearly nine. Walking into the house, I toss my keys and the rest of my shit in the bowl on the counter. The house is quiet aside from the music that Frankie always has playing. Walking into the media room, I see Reggie and Trent picking up cups and bowls. “Hey, brother, happy birthday,” Reggie greets. Trent raises a fist for me to tap.
“Thanks. Where’s the Princess?” I ask as I move aside so that they can get through the door.
“Upstairs lying down. She went up as soon as we got home. Said that we could go as soon as you got here.”
“Yeah. Get out of here. Just set the alarm on the way out, bro,” I instruct as I turn for the stairs. I showered at the gym, so my plan is to just crawl into bed with Frankie and crash.
I’m just about to call her name when I see her. I stop in the doorway and lean against the jamb as I watch her move around the room in nothing but a t-shirt that barely hits her thighs. Those legs of hers—toned and the color of honey—call to me. They turn me on as much as the rest of her. Without a doubt, my favorite place to be is in between them. To have them wrapped around me. My waist, my head . . . doesn’t matter.
My hand has found its way into my sweats as I stand there admiring her. Releasing the hold I have on my cock, I slip my hand out and push away from the door. Frankie still hasn’t seen or heard me. Coming up behind where she stands lighting a candle, I place a kiss to the side of her neck causing her to jump.
“Deacon, you scared me . . . mmmm.” Whatever she was about to say is forgotten. She tilts her head to the side, allowing me better access. Softly, I trail my fingers up the backs of her bare thighs, up and over her waist, taking the shirt with me so that it’s bunched at her hips.
“No panties . . . were you waiting for me, baby?” I ask in a voice gritty with need. Grasping her hips, I pull so she’s flush against me and thrust against her ass. She stiffens, just enough for me to notice.
“You okay, Princess?” Turning her so she’s facing me, I palm her ass, giving it a little squeeze. I freeze when I bump against something hard and cool. Eyes wide, they land on Frankie who is flushed with more than just want. “Is that what I think it is?” My tone is incredulous, hopeful. She watches me a little warily as she chews at the inside of her lip.
“It’s a plug. I’ve been wearing it all week. Indie said it would help,” she says breathily.
“Wait. What? You mean to tell me that you’ve been walking around rocking a butt plug all week and I didn’t know? How in the fuck is that even possible?” My mind is racing. I’m not sure if I love that she’s been wearing it and I didn’t know or if I hate it. And where the fuck did Indie come into all this?
“I wore it mostly when you weren’t home,” Frankie admits shyly.
“Jesus fuck, I’m glad you didn’t tell me. You wouldn’t have made it out of the bedroom.” I bend to kiss her slowly and then spin her in my arms again, her back to my front. Kissing a path down her neck, I gather the soft cotton material of her shirt and deftly lift it up and over her head, tossing it to the ground before resuming my path straight down her spine. Squatting now, I place a kiss on each of the twin dimples hovering over her ass at the small of her back and then down and underneath each taut ass cheek. As I spread her gently, I get my first view of the sparkly little gem she has nestled there. Groaning low in my throat, I open her just a little wider to get a better look. “Tell me again why you’ve been wearing this and what Indie has to do with it,” I say right before I go to placing kisses all over her perfectly rounded ass.
“I wan—ted to do something special for you.” Her voice hitches as I run my tongue along the crease where cheek meets thigh. “I was going to give you a private show, a little late night dancing at home, but that’s kind of hard to do when you’re seventeen weeks pregnant and still try to look sexy, yo—” her words are swallowed by the gasp that leaves her mouth when I take a bite of her ass for saying shit like that.
“I don’t want to hear that shit from you. You’re sexy because you’re pregnant. Beautiful and full of my Love. Perfect,” I insist and then resume my light kisses.
“I wanted to give you something, to show you what you mean to me. How much I trust you. Something only for you.” Frankie sighs and relaxes into my hands, resting her head on the tall dresser in front of her, hands gripping the edge. “I have nothing to give you, Deacon. No rings or custom jewelry, no flashy parties, or anything like that. All I have is me and I want you to have that. All of me. Always.”
This woman. This woman is everything. “That’s all I want, Princess. All I need. Always.” Rising I wrap my arms around her from behind, swallowing her up, palming her swollen belly. “You don’t have to do this though, not unless you want to. I don’t need this to know how you love me, baby.” I press a reassuring kiss into her hair.
“I want to. I want to be with you like this.” I meet her gaze in the mirror hanging in front of us. “Fuck me in the ass, Deac. Take me. Make all of me yours,” Frankie tells me in a husky rasp.
“Jesus fuck,” I hiss between my teeth as I sweep her up and stalk over to the bed. Gently, I place her on top of the cool silky sheets and crawl over her, nudging her legs open as I do. Careful not to put any weight on her stomach, I settle in the vee she’s made for me. My rigidness against the softest part of her. “Tell me again that you want me to fuck your ass, Frankie.” Dragging my nose across her cheek, I place my ear closer to her mouth. The mouth I plan on taking along with the rest of her, if I can control myself long enough.
“I want you to be my first, my only. I want you to take my ass, Deacon. Please?” she breathes her words onto my skin, sending an electrifying shiver up my spine. My whole body is rigid, trembling with the urgency to do what she asks. I have to go slow, be gentle.
I kiss a path to her mouth, swiping my tongue across her lips, “Just the tip, right?” I tease. Her smile is instantaneous.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe not,” I retort, making her giggle.
All my attention is focused on her, on the way the flush covering her chest has crept into her cheeks. The way her eyes smile even though her lips are screwed into a nervous little purse. How through my trembling I can feel hers. This right here is what it’s all about. This is passion and love and every other fucking thing I never wanted with anyone but her. I have it all, right here in my arms.
Sitting up, I straddle her thighs, looking my fill at the vision in front of me. She’s pure sex. And she’s mine. “Touch them, Frankie. I want to see your hands on your tits,” I command her hoarsely. I smile when she does as I say without hesitation. Her tiny, pink- and black-tipped fingers pluck at her beaded nipples, her eyes fluttering closed as she scrapes a nail over one, then the other. Her eyes pop open as I rise off of her, pushing my pants and boxer briefs down and kicking them to the floor before I position myself between her knees that are now bent. Kneeling there, I watch as she goes on to knead and pinch, palm and squeeze. One tit and then the next.
My hand skates up through her bared pussy, collecting the wetness there before smoothing it over the head of my cock. I do it once more and she jerks upward, chasing my retreating hand. Teeth sunk into my bottom lip, I watch her as she watches me. Cock in hand, I squeeze the base and then slide my hand up to the tip, rubbing the underside with my thumb before making my way back down, spreading Frankie all over the sensitized skin. Her eyes now locked on my hand as I pump my cock, I rub the tip against her clit, eliciting a low moan from her. My control slipping with every sound, every movement, every breath. This was supposed to be for her. To get her ready, wanting and needing so badly to make it easier for her. I never want to hurt her. It will, but I want to make the pleasure consume her, make her forget about everything else and for her to just feel.
On the nightstand, I see a bottle of lube she must’ve put there. I reach past her and grab it, placing it on the bed next to us. “Roll over, Frankie,” my tone soft, yet firm. Moving out of the way so she can do as I ask, I place a pillow beneath her to keep her from being flat on her stomach. “We’ll go slow, I promise,” I reassure her, my lips once again landing on the dimples at the small of her back. Moving in closer, I position myself directly behind her so that I’m kneeling between her spread legs and her ass is resting across my thighs, covering me in her wetness. Growling, I reach between us and slide my hand down and cup her pussy, pressing against her clit while with the other I tug gently at the plug nestled into her tight ass. Frankie tenses when I give it a twist.
“Shhhh, easy baby. I need you to relax all of your muscles and just let me make you feel good. I promise you it won’t hurt for long and I will stop whenever you want.” Soothing her with my words, I feel her body melt, her muscles stop fighting the invasion. “That’s it, Princess, I’ll fuck you nice and easy with this and then we’ll try my cock.” Fingers sliding through her slick heat, I dip first one inside of her before pulling out and pushing back in with two, my thumb circling around her clit while still gently twisting the plug with the other. I can feel when she’s close, her pussy clamping down on my hooked fingers. “You want to come, Frankie? You want to come all over my fingers while I fuck your ass with this plug?” I ask, my movements a little faster now.
“Please. Please let me come, Deacon,” she whimpers into the pillow. I start to work the jewel-tipped metal in and out of her ass in rhythm with the fingers I have buried inside of her. When she’s close, her body rocking into my hand, I pull the plug from her completely and reach for the lube. Squeezing a generous amount in the crack of her ass, I rub my fingers around the rim, testing her tightness with the pad of my thumb. When she doesn’t pull away, I know that she’s ready. Never allowing the fingers playing her pussy to slow, I apply some of the slippery oil over the head of my cock, massaging it in. Straightening, I slip my fingers from her and move them to her clit at the same time I glide my cock to her ass. Pressing the head into her slowly, gently. “Jesus fuck, your ass is so tight, Frankie. So fucking tight. I’m going to make you feel so good,” I vow as I inch forward just a little bit more, stopping when she resists. “Don’t fight me, Frankie. Let me in, baby. Let me fuck you dirty.” The words come out as a rumbling growl low in my throat.
Just as Frankie relaxes, her body tenses again as I hook one finger in her pussy. “Oh God, Deac. Oh, God.”
As the tremors from her first orgasm start to take over, I push until I’m a little farther in her ass. She’s so goddamn tight, it’s nearly painful. I need her to take all of me, but I won’t rush it. She groans through it, hissing out a breath when I inch my way deeper still. “Ahhh, that’s my girl. Take all of it, baby.” I feel her relax more and more as I make my way past every tight ring. As easy as I can, I thrust, putting her ass right to my stomach and holding her there.
The sweat pooling at the base of my spine right now is the only thing keeping me focused. She feels so fucking good. Allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of me, I fight the urge to thrust. Bit by bit, I feel some of that tension lessen. As it does, I begin to rock slowly into her. “This ass was made for me to fuck, Frankie. It fits me like a fucking glove.” Slowly I pull out, stopping when she whimpers. “Shhh, I got you, baby,” I soothe as I again slide two fingers into her pussy. As I work her over, bringing her closer to another orgasm, she starts pushing back onto my cock. “That’s it, Frankie. Fuck me. Make us both feel good.” At my words, she begins a steady pace, my finger moving in time with her. I can feel the rippling of her walls as her movements become more frantic. It’s more than I can take when she cries out, her legs trembling almost violently. “Please, let me fuck you, baby? I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to fuck this perfect little ass,” I plead.
Frankie throws her head back and lets out a low sexy moan. “Yes, now. Please, please, please,” she chants, giving me the permission I need. I pull my fingers from her and tangle my hand in her hair, pushing her head down against the pillow, forcing her ass higher into the air. My left hand on her hip, I pull her back onto my cock until I’m completely seated, then pull all the way out to the tip and do it again, every time making it a little easier to get all the way back in. “I’ve wanted in this ass for so fucking long,” I grunt, thrusting at a slow pace, building her back up. “So tight, so damn tight.” I lose all finesse when she spreads her legs even wider and starts rubbing her clit, the spasms in her legs more noticeable. “Princess, this ass is mine, that pussy is mine. You’re fucking mine,” I growl right before my own orgasm takes hold of me. It has me babbling incoherent shit as I ride out wave after wave of intense pleasure right along with the moans and cries of my girl.
I would live in this ass if I could, but I want her off her stomach, so I gently pull back. With no shame, I spread her cheeks and watch my come trickle out of her ass and into her pussy. “Jesus fuck,” I hiss out.
Rolling her over onto her side, I get up and snag a towel from the chair in the corner and bring it back over to the bed. Carefully, in case she’s sore, I give her a quick wipe before lying down behind her, tucking Frankie tightly against my sweaty body. “Thank you,” I whisper hoarsely into her hair. “Thank you for trusting me to take care of you. There’s nothing in this world I love more than you. Not a single thing, Princess,” I tell an already sleeping Frankie. I place a kiss to her shoulder, chuckling softly to myself. I keep fucking her to sleep like this and my ego is gonna be out of control.