Free Wild and True: A Frankie Love Escape by Frankie Love

other hand trailed over my stomach and into my panties. It was sexy watching his hand run underneath, past my mound, and lower, until his fingers were hidden. All I could see was his strong forearm, flexing as his fingers rubbed against my pussy.
    Against my neck he whispered, “Now you’re good and ready. Get on your hands and knees.”
    Silently I lowered myself to the ground, submitting to him. He stood in front of me and pulled off his shirt, his pants, and his boxers.
    I had never seen such a hot guy in my life. Every muscle rippled over his six-pack. I had seen his cock before, but not like this. I had more clarity than after my relaxing massage; I could see that when hard, he was easily ten inches long. His girth, though, was what made me drool.
    He was way hotter than any star in those videos I’d watched on my phone. Liam was certifiably the most well-endowed man I’d ever seen. My thighs were slick just looking at him.
    “I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to make you scream, do you understand?”
    I could barely squeak out a yes, because I couldn’t imagine anything I desired more.
    From behind me, he licked my ass and then pressed his face in my pussy for a quick, teasing, tongue graze. Then he spanked me hard.
    “Oh, yes, please,” I groaned, liking the hard slap of his hand against my flesh. “Give it to me.”
    “You want me to give it to you?” he asked, as he rubbed my breasts from behind.
    He lowered me onto his lap, my pussy right against his cock. I wanted him to press inside me, but he didn’t rush to get where we were headed.
    I wasn’t facing him, but I could feel him nibbling against my ear, breathing softly into it, causing a shudder of anticipation to course through me.
    Pushing me back onto all fours, he held my waist as he continued to kneel behind me.
    “You’re so fucking hot, Callie,” he said.
    The position itself was vulnerable—him looking at me from behind, staring straight at my ass. Somehow the mantra that usually ran through my head, reaffirming my negative self-talk, vanished. All I could think as he began positioning himself into me was that I was desirable and wanted.
    My hands dug into the carpet as he guided himself into the folds of my pussy, inching in slowly as I held my breath. I couldn’t imagine he would fit, and was grateful he was gentle.
    “You’re so tight, baby,” he said, grabbing hold of my ass. “You like that?”
    “I need that,” I told him, remembering to breathe.
    “Yeah, you do, but you aren’t in charge here, you understand?” His voice calmed me. I believed he was in charge, and trusted him to take good care of me.
    “I understand,” I said, panting as his cock fully entered me.
    My elbows braced me as he thrust in and out, rubbing against my g-spot harder and deeper than I’d ever imagined possible.
    It was amazing. I’d never felt so filled in my life.
    “I’m going to make you scream, remember?” He pushed himself in fully, and this time he was right. I did scream, because an orgasm washed through me, rippling through my walls, crumbling my old ideas about sex and love and being fucked.
    This was more than any of those things. This was chaos awoken; this was consuming passion. I knew what I needed, what I wanted. I was saying yes when it was before me.
    This was about being the woman I wanted to be.
    He came, too, and when he pulled away, I collapsed on my back, the final rush of the climax sweeping through me.
    He lay down next to me, right there in the candlelit waiting room. He took my hand and laced his fingers through mine. Raising my hand toward his lip, he kissed the back of it. For some reason, this gesture caused my eyes to prick with tears. Not because I was head over heels or felt some sort of love at first sight; no, my eyes pooled with tears because Liam had given me a gift.
    “Thank you,” I whispered, turning my head to look at him. He met my gaze; he didn’t turn to hide.
    “Do not thank me. I’m not