Frank’s Point of View
“s**t,” I heard myself say before I took her lips again.
My body is raging in fire and I can’t think clearly. All I know is our hands have their own mind and went to undress each other. My hands cupped her butt and she pushed herself to me— making my jeans even tighter. She took off my shirt and she looked at my body with burning desire.
My manhood is fighting his way out of my boxer. Bloody f*****g bastard. I carried her, and her legs circled around me, giving access to her breast. There are trails of clothes from dinning area to my bedroom. We are both naked when we reached my bed.
“Last chance, Bella, please tell me to stop,” I told her. She is laying on my bed. Eyes burning with desire, her gorgeous body is on display. Her long hair is spreading at my pillow.
