Chin-chin Filthy Frank Novels & Stories

His other hand ripped my thong aside to ram three thick fingers into my sloppy, fertile hole "Jesus, this cunt's a fucking swamp," he grunted against my tit, finger-fucking me brutally, thumb grinding my clit. "Starving for your ex's dick. Beg louder! scream for me, baby. Scream for my cock like the needy cumslut you are.”

I inwardly cursed at myself for stuttering infront of him. Silas. His and everyones last name was unknown to me. But somehow this guy, with silver locks had grabbed my attention. Sharp jawline, silky strands, cupid lips and high cheekbones, was utterly perfection. The black, fitted half sleeved t-shirt he wore today, had blessed my eyes. His left arm was fully covered in black ink, snaking up to the covered part whilst his other was bare, and freshly pale with silver rings resting on his index and middle finger. Any girl would die for his beauty. "If you're done eye-raping me then would you like to answer?" He rasped, bringing me out of the heavenly trance. "No. I wasn't done.." I trailed of

“Take every fucking inch while you moan like a whore for your fiancé’s father.” I came hard around him, screaming his name, pussy gushing. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding me through it, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing obscenely. “You’re mine now,” he snarled, biting my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Jax can fuck you at night, but this cunt belongs to me.” He flipped me over, still chained, and took me from behind, one hand fisting my hair while the other slapped my already red ass. I was sobbing with pleasure, completely lost in the raw, dark intensity of it.

Still, while Helen chose to ignore the man, Frank stopped and studied the scowling man. "Mr. Hinds, was it?" He smiled. "You're the head of finance, right?" "What's it to you?" Marco Hinds sneered. "Well, it sounds like you're prejudiced against me." Frank kept smiling. "I won't deny that my woman is the Mona Lisa, but isn't calling me a piece of shit out of line?" His blunt question only left Marco smirking in defiance. "Oh, I'm sorry—you're right. Shit can at least be used as fertilizer, while you're just a useless maggot."

He gave me no time to prepare as he gripped the back of my hair, jerked my head back, and slid in deep. My big brother's best friend was so thick and big that I instantly gagged from the penetration, my jaw aching trying to take all of him. And all I could do was kneel for him and let him fuck my face. “Keep those pretty eye son me, baby girl.” I felt so dirty, knowing this was taboo as hell, but I’d never wanted anything more than I did my big brother's bestfriend. Frankie thrust in and out of me, sliding deeper until I gagged. He rubbed his cockhead against my lips before shoving back in and going as deep into my throat as he could. But far too soon, he pulled out of my sloppy mouth.

The things I'd do to fuck that. The sound of slow clapping made both of us freeze. "Well, Well, Well. My brother fucking our innocent little stepsister? Shocker."

“Ahh—! Right there… fuck, don’t stop—” My hips started moving on their own, riding his hand. The wet sounds mixed with the hum of the jet engines. I was losing control fast. Lucien’s voice was rough in my ear. “You like this, don’t you? Getting fucked in my jet where anyone could hear you moaning like a slut for me.” I whimpered, the dirty words pushing me closer. “Lucien… I’m— ahh— I’m so close—” “Come,” he ordered, thrusting his fingers faster. “Let me feel it.”

“Take it all. Let me feel your throat” Marcus gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Look at me while you suck him”, he ordered in a rough whisper. “See who's really making you wet”.

The penthouse had turned into a slaughterhouse. FBI agents in tactical vests swarmed through the shattered remains of the living room, shouting commands over the ringing in Cedric’s ears. But they weren’t here for falclone. They weren’t here for Dante. They were here for Marcus Chen.

“You’ve got your fingers knuckle-deep in that sloppy pussy while you suck on my balls like a bitch in heat. Tell me what you’re thinking about while you do it. Tell me how bad you want this cock back inside you.” He slapped the wet head against my cheek a couple times, leaving sticky smears of spit and precum on my skin, then rubbed it across my lips, smearing it there like he was marking me. I opened my mouth and licked the head clean, tasting more of myself on him, then spoke right against it so my breath hit the sensitive skin. “I’m thinking about how you’re going to lift me up and shove this fat cock back in my cunt while I’m still dripping from the last time.”