Chapter Two
Frank Morgan was forty-seven years old, but he was still as fit and healthy as he was at twenty; he could still pack a decent punch, and he still knew how to make love to a beautiful woman. He made sure to practice both of those fine arts on a regular basis and tonight, it was the latter.
He’d had a tough day, with a lot of business matters on his mind. Things hadn’t been easy lately, especially after the murder of Trent Preston, but now, things were starting to take a turn for the better, with the exceptionally beautiful woman currently in his bed.
It wasn’t the first time she’d been naked beneath him, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. She was a regular of his, and Frank liked it that way. It was a good arrangement they had going on.
She let out a soft little moan as he leaned down and kissed at her neck. He knew that part was one of her more sensitive areas, and due to their previous experiences together, he knew exactly what buttons to push and just how to make her moan and scream the way he liked.
He slowly danced his worn, calloused fingertips down her semi-naked body, pausing at the lace panties that covered her well-trimmed private parts. His lips continued to do the work on her neck, sucking on the soft, pale skin and leaving a little mark. Frank loved to mark her. He liked the thought of her going back to work wearing part of him, although she sometimes told him off for doing it. Not tonight though. Tonight, they both needed to let off steam, and he knew from the start that the sex was going to be steamy and rough.
He slid his thick fingers into her delicate underwear, grabbing hold of the hem in his firm hand and yanking them down. She raised her butt up off the bed to help him, eager and whimpering at the merest of touches.
“Hurry up, Frank,” she urged him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and neck, and leaning up to plaster his jaw with hungry little wet kisses. She kicked the panties off the end of her feet then spread her legs and wrapped them round one of Frank’s thighs, beginning to push her hips up into him, humping his muscular thigh, pressing her warm wetness into his skin and letting him know just how eager she was for more of him that night.
“You’re a dirty girl,” he growled low under his breath, his cock growing even harder if possible, and aching with need and desire. He nudged her legs apart further with his knee and positioned himself in between her.
The pair of them had long since given up on using condoms. Frank had had ‘the snip’ a few years back so was now unable to have kids, and she…well…once they’d started seeing each other fairly regularly, she’d started taking the pill. It was just easier for them both. Neither of them had diseases, and they preferred it without having to worry, or stop in the middle of their passion fueled sex sessions to slip on a rubber.
It was without much hesitation, then, that he slid straight in. She was already wet and ready for him, begging him to stretch her open with his thick girth, and Frank was all too happy to oblige, both of them letting out a quiet moan in unison at the feel of it.
He leaned down over her and tucked his muscular arms underneath her shoulders, clamping their already sweaty bodies together as he pushed in deeper, until his balls were softly banging against her ass.
She whimpered and tilted her head back a bit, showing her long, soft, pale neck. He ducked his head down and kissed and bit at the skin gently.
“Mmm, stop teasing me and move,” she groaned, raising her hips up into him to cause some friction.
Frank smirked and sucked a spot on her skin, leaving a nice purple mark and knowing she’d need to cover that up when she went back to work. He liked to think of his marks all over her; that all it would take would be the rain to wash the makeup away and the game would be up. It was a risk he loved to flirt with.
He stayed where he was for a few more moments, but not long. He wasn’t a patient man, and he needed the release just as much as she did. It had been a hard day for them both and he knew it.
He pulled back his hips a couple of inches, then pushed back in, giving a low groan as he felt the sensations start to shoot down him. She always felt so warm and wet and tight. He loved fucking her; it was a delight.
She lifted up her legs and wrapped them round his waist, digging her heels into his ass to make him go in deeper. “More,” she begged hungrily.
“You’re a little slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” she whimpered, pushing her butt up off the bed.
“You dirty little whore…Beg me for it.”
“Please…”
“Louder,” he growled, rolling his hips slowly and deliberately, knowing it was driving her crazy.
“PLEASE!” she raised her voice and almost screamed.
Frank knew that people would hear them, but he didn’t care. His employees knew how to keep their mouths shut, unlike the dirty girl he had beneath him.
He grinned and gave her what she wanted, grabbing hold of her wrists and pinning them down either side of her head as he began to thrust hard and fast inside her.
She gasped and tossed her head back, her mouth falling open in pleasure.
He pounded into her relentlessly, going as deep as possible and speeding up with each snap of his hips, the bed starting to creak and shake from the exertion of their speedy sex.
They weren’t going to last long at that pace, but that didn’t matter. They weren’t interested in slow, romantic love making. All they wanted was some good hard fucking to get their tension out. That was their arrangement.
After a while, he released her hands so she could touch him. He knew she liked that.
She instantly reached up and began to scratch up and down his back, leaving marks with her manicured fingernails. He liked it too. A bit of pain mingled in with the pleasure. There was nothing quite like it.
He groaned and closed his eyes, trying to keep up with his smooth, quick thrusts, driving them both onwards to their inevitable climax.
“Frank!” She cried out, her voice sounding hoarse from all the persistent moans and whimpers. “FRANK!”
“Yeah…yeah, that’s it bitch,” he grunted as he felt the pleasure shoot right down his spine, all the way down his legs and to the tips of his toes, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
He wasn’t sure whether she was cumming too, but whether or not she did, she always made it seem as though she was, and that made Frank feel good.
She screamed his name and practically screamed the whole goddamn house down, scratching at his back and continuing to cling to him, her heels digging into his butt cheeks. And she felt so wet and juicy down there; he was positive he’d brought her to a finish.
He gradually slowed down his thrusts, breathing heavily, his whole body feeling like it was covered in a film of sweat. It had been a hot, balmy evening that night, and their activity hadn’t helped matters. He felt as though he’d lost a couple of pounds doing that.
“Oh my God,” she panted, leaning up and kissing at his shoulder, her eyes still closed in heavenly bliss. “That was amazing…”
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “It was pretty damn good.”
He collapsed on top of her and rested his head down on the pillow to the side of hers, the cool fabric helping to absorb some of the heat from his skin. “Goddamn, you wore me out,” he mumbled.
“Me too…” She sighed happily and began to stroke his back where she’d been scratching him some seconds earlier.
His cock was still inside her, twitching slightly and emptying the last of his seed deep into her. Thank God she couldn’t get pregnant. That would be a hassle neither of them needed.
He slowly pulled out and rolled off her completely, lying to the side next to her.
She slid her arm around his waist and cuddled up close as she always did right after sex. It was the only time they were ever actually intimate with one another; the only time they kissed or cuddled.
He leaned in and pressed a small kiss to her forehead. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, I needed that.”
“Me too.”
She yawned a bit and sat up, stretching her long slender arm over to the bedside table and picking up her pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She loved a good smoke after sex, and he couldn’t say he objected either. Somehow, it always tasted better when you’ve given yourself something of a workout.
He reached out and stole one off her direct from the pack, sticking it into his mouth. She lit it for him and he had a drag, then she lit her own and plumped up the pillows a bit, sitting next to him in bed, the two of them silently smoking for a while.
“So,” she eventually said. “What do you want me to do about this little problem of ours?”
He raised an eyebrow and reached out to flick some ash into the tray on his bedside table, then took another drag and slowly blew out the smoke before speaking. “Do what you do best, sugar…lie, cheat, cover things up, look after whoever looks after you, i.e. me, and if in doubt…spread those sexy legs.”