I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us

*2 weeks later* *Jess’s POV*
I’ve fallen in love. With a man. And three children. I am crazily, blissfully and perfectly in love. It’s so strange. In 2 weeks’ time, I’ve gotten a family. A family like I’ve never had. My dad left me and mom when I was young. And my mom’s been horrible ever since. She never beat me, but there was a few incidents of verbal abuse.
I never thought I could be this happy.
It’s the last nights with the kids for this round, and instead of flying, Frank helped Jamia pay to fly down here to do the same thing we did.
We’re all in the living room, watching Frozen. Miles has took a huge liking to me since the night I sung him back to sleep, and so he is sprawled out on my lap, leaning against my chest, watching the movie. Lily and Cherry are in Frank’s lap, but about 10 minutes into the movie, Cherry tells us scoot closer, so she can sit on both our laps. I spent the movie with my head rested on franks shoulder and his hand playing in my hair.
The next day in sad. Really sad. The kids don’t want to go just as much as Frank and I don’t want them to leave.
We wake up earlier, cook the kids pancakes, and take them to park after packing there belongings in the car. Jamia gets in at 2. We’re meeting her at LAX because she can’t afford a rental car in LA. Understandable, only Tom Cruise can afford a rental car in LA.
We park, grab the kids, and there stuff. Me and Frank have a bag each, and my other arm is supporting Miles, attached to my hip and Frank’s holding Cherry’s hand while Lily is holding hers. The girls are each other’s best friends. It’s precious. I even got to witness an argument between the two and hear Lily sing out “BEST FRIENDS FOREVER BUT NOT NOW”. It was a glorious moment. We approach the baggage claim, and see Jamia waiting there.
She looks pissed as soon as her eyes land on me. Her eyes dark back and forth between my face and the little boy in my arm. My better side tells me to put him down, but I know he’ll cry and that’ll piss her off even more. None of the kids run to their mom like they did with frank. Miles clings to my tighter and Cherry wraps herself around Frank’s leg. While Lily takes his hand away from her and attempts to squeeze the ink out of it. We stop about 10 feet from Jamia.
“Hey, buddy,” I whisper to boy in my arms “There’s momma. She’s gonna take you home now, but you’ll be back soon.”
“Pwomise?” Miles says in his “baby voice”.
“I promise.” He then releases the death grip the had on my shirt.
I gently sit him down and he goes to his daddy, who picks him up. I lean down and tell the girls almost the same thing, and hug them both. It’s then Jamia walks towards us, the scowl still taking over her face. She doesn’t give me a second look, and just takes Miles from Frank.
“C’mon, girls!” She says, quite harshly. The girls reluctantly go, and all three kids turn around to wave at us until Jamia says something and makes them snap back around.
“I love you, babies!” Frank yells at the kids. Cherry turns around and blows him a kiss, and Frank ‘catches’ it and ‘puts in his pocket’. We watch until they go up the escalator to get their tickets for the flight home.
Frank turns to me, “Jamia seemed happy.”
I scoff, “Oh, yeah. Your ex’s girlfriend hold your son, and said son cling to them makes any women happy!”
“I wanna lie and tell you that’s not what had her like that, but I think it is.”
“I think she’s bipolar.”
“I think she is too.” Frank replies. Laughing. He grabs my hand and we head back to the car.\

LA traffic sucks. So bad, but I recognize where we are and my caffeine senses begin to tingle.
“Frankie, baby… I love you.” Oh, yeah. We say I love you all the time now. Before one of us leaves, when we wake up, before we go to bed, and at random times. It makes me happy.
“You want coffee, eh?”
“Yessssssss.” I exaggerate my words, making myself sound desperate.
“Fine, but you owe me a blowjob or something.” He smirks, but laughs it off, but I know apart of him really wants a blowjob. Poor man hasn’t had his dick touched in two weeks. We haven’t even had a really intense make out session. The kids are always around, and when it’s time for bed, we’re both exhausted from keeping up with the rowdy bunch. For us, two weeks is a while. We were used to, if not having sex, at least getting each other off somehow about once every few days.
I lean over and kiss his cheek, with a little squeak.
We get the coffee, I get two. One for later, and also a bag of their grounds which they’ve just started selling. Frank decides he wants tea, but they don’t have the tea he likes, so he says he’ll make some when we get home.
When we back in the car, I get a brave idea. We get stuck in traffic again. And I reach back to put my coffee in one of the car seats cup holders, “What are you…” Frank begins to question, but I cut him off by leaning down in between his legs to pull the lever to push his seat back slightly, so he can still reach the pedals, but I also push the button to raise the steering wheel.
He looks at me, and I can’t tell he’s beyond confused. So I choose to enlighten him. I pull my knees up to the seat and sit on them, before rotating to face frank. My body immediately drops down, and my head lands in his lap. I slowly begin to unbutton his pants, and grab the zipper tab with my teeth and pull it down. Frank moans.
“Jess, what are you doing?”
“You told me I owed you a blowjob, baby.” I tug his pants down, slightly, palming his crotch before pulling his boxers down with his jeans and exposing his half hard dick.
“I, I, didn’t mean like this.”
“Would you like me to stop?” I looked up to him.
“N-n-no.” He stuttered. He’s so cute when he’s all flushed and nervous.
I waste no time. I slowly place my mouth around the head, and dig my tongue into the slit before forcing him into my mouth, slowly. The man shaking below me bucks his hips up with a moan. Surprisingly, he keeps his eyes on the road, driving us home safely, but that doesn’t stop the dirty groans coming from him as I bob my head up and down on his now throbbing dick. Faster, and faster.
“Jess, I’m cumming!” Frank practically screams out, followed with “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jess. Fuck.” As I let fill my mouth with his cum, which I hold in my mouth after I realize we’re about to pull down our road. I remove Frank’s cock from my mouth and redo his pants. I look up, through the windshield, and watch until we pull into the drive way. When we’re at the house, he turns the car off and looks at me.
“Well, that was a first. God, what am I gonna do with you?” He laughs.
I just smirk, and grab the back of his head, pulling his face to mine and slamming our lips together. He gasp, leaving his mouth open and I dart my cum covered tongue in his mouth and he moans as his cum gets transferred to his mouth. He kisses me for another second, and is the first to pull away. He licks his lips, and I see his throat make the swallow motion. I just smirk at him. He puts his thumb up to the side of my mouth and wipes something up, he pulls his thumb away so I can see the dot of cum. He puts the thumb to my lips and I take it. Sucking it seductively for a moment. His eyes are lust blown.
“Someone’s so bad today. “ He leans closer to me to caress my cheek. “Someone’s missed my dick a little too much.”
He kisses my neck and a moan escapes me. “I did, baby. Don’t make me wait any longer. Please.” I beg before I can stop myself.
“Mmm. I gotta get you in this house.” He says while opening the door. I eagerly reach back to grab my coffees. Yeah, even in a state like this, there’s no way I’ll forget my coffee. It’s sad, really.
As I step out of the car I see Frank, silently laughing.
“You know how to kill a mood, huh? Good to know.”
“Oh, yeah, the bulge in your skinny jeans says differently.” I smirk as I walk towards Frank. He grabs the coffee from me, lets me in the house, closes the door and puts both cups in the fridge. I make my way to the bedroom, but before I get there I’m swept up into Frank’s arms, and then tossed on the bed in seconds. Frank crawls over me and begins to eagerly kiss my lips, before moving down to my neck, sucking hard, and leaving hickies.
He releases me to take off his shirt and undo his pants. I take my shirt off, and he watches me with a smirk. His hand snakes around me to undo my bra while I unbutton and unzip my pants. He leans down to give me a quick, hard kiss, before pushing me farther up on the bed. He then stops to lick my down my stomach, he goes quickly, knowing neither of us can take much longer. I feel my pants being pulled down, along with my underwear and I watch them land on the floor by the door.
Frank then pulls me down to him, forcing my legs apart and my knees to bend. He kisses my pubic region softly, then plants a kiss on my clit, then my entrance. His lips stay at my entrance for a second, teasing me, before his tongue darts in. Frank swirls his tongue around, making me moan and shake underneath him. Two fingers replace his tongue in one swift motion and I yell out in shock. His tongue then moves to my clit, and I lose it. I feel the warmth swipe over it, over and over. “Frank, god, don’t stop.” I moan out, between pants. He looks up at me, and we lock eyes, as he starts to finger me faster, and suck on my clit harder than I’ve ever felt. We don’t lose eye contact until I lean my head back, feeling the intense pleasure wash over me. “Frankie. Frankie. I’m gonna cum.” I pant out. Frankie moans against my sex, and pauses for a second. “Cum for me, baby girl.” Him telling me to cum mixed with calling me baby girl, and how he speeds up his fingers, and his tongue moves faster, I lose myself, and cum like crazy, moaning out his name with profanities.
Frank kisses back up my body, until his face is in front of mine.
“You like that, don’t you?” Frank practically growls. All I can do is hum in reply.
Frank grabs my chin and makes me look at him. “Such a little slut for me.” I hum again.
“Speak.” His tone gets aggressive. And I jump slightly, but his hand runs through my hair and calms me instantly.
“Yes, Frankie. You’re little slut.” I lean up and smash our lips together, but Frank pulls apart to quick. I don’t where this Frankie came from, but I like him a lot right now. Aggressive dirty talk is a turn on for me, I guess. Well, you learn something new every day.
His lips attach to my neck and his hand cups my ass cheek. “Pants off, now.” I moan. Frank stops on my neck and looks at me.
“Oh, no. You’re the slut, here. You’re the bad one.” He kisses my neck again. “You’re the dirty one.” He hums as he licks from my neck to my chin. “I’m in charge.”
God, this is hot. “I’m sorry, sir.” Did I just say sir?
“Mmm, sir? Say it again.”
“Sir.” I say more seductively.
“Oh, god, yes.” He attacks my neck again. Making me moan, leaving even more dark purple spots.
“Beg me to fuck you.” Frank says in a stern voice, pulling down his pants. I pull his boxers off in one swift motion, Frank kicking them off the bed.
He reaches his hand down and starts to gently rub my overly sensitive clit, I let out a cry.
“Please, Frankie. Fuck me. Please. I need you. Ahh!” He purs in the reply but doesn’t move.
“Frank, sir, please. Stop, oh god- please!” This time he moves his hand and flips us around quickly. He pulls my face down to kiss me. And one of his hands slide down my body, when it gets to my sex, I feel the loss of his touch, but suddenly feel the head of his dick rubbing against my clit. I moan loudly, making sounds a porn star couldn’t make.
“Ride me. Get on this cock right now.” And without warning, He puts his dick at my entrance and grabs my hips, slamming down on it. I scream out in pleasure. I lean up, and start to grind on his lap. Burying him deeper inside of me. His hand never leave my hips as he helps me move and bounce. I watch his face, as he leans his head back and moans out of his open mouth.
He begins to thrust up into me hard, making me scream every time.
“That’s right, baby. Take it. Take my dick. Oh, Jess. God. Jess.”
He pulls my hips down to meet his thrust for quite a few minutes. A few minutes pull of pure ecstasy. I’m pretty sure my eyes have rolled back in my head and I’m moaning like a cheap whore. I’ve already orgasmed, but I feel another one coming. I think of something that’ll bring Frank over the edge so we cum together.
I lean down. And attach my lips to his ear, still grinding, him still thrusting. I whisper. “Can I cum, baby? Oh, sir, let me cum.”
He groans at this and thrust two more times as hard as all hell and I feel him explode inside me as my third orgasm of the night comes crashing over me. We’re both yelling each others name. He thrust slowly, letting us both chase out orgasms to get all the pleasure, and I crash down on him. He falls out of me, and my legs sprawl out over the bed, and my sweaty forehead rest on his sweaty neck. I’m panting, he’s panting.
We’re both exhausted. “I love you.” Frank mumbles.
“I love you more.”
“Mmm, that’s not possible baby girl.” I giggle at the new knit name.
“Keep calling me that.” I smile against him. Frank pulls the covers over and us and moves me to the side of him and I wrap my leg around his waist and move my head to his chest.
He then presses a kiss to my forehead. “Baby girl” he whispers. A kiss to my cheek. “Baby girl.” A kiss to my nose. “Baby girl.” I hum in responses. He presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “My baby girl.”
I just smile against his chest and fall asleep wrapped up next to Frank.

Notes

sooo, my mom's stupid. she said no internet for over a week, and it turned out to be a week. okay, mom. anyways. I'm relieved.
This chapter is really long. and kinda kinky. Sorry, not sorry.
BUT GUYS. soooo, i got this idea for a frerard and i really couldn't wait any longer. so i finally wrote the first chapter. I promise i'll manage both stories. this one doesn't have much left anyways, sooooo. yeah. if you wanna check it out, that'd be cool. The first chapter is posted.
It's call "Their Hearts Don't Beat Like Ours."
anyways. Thanks for reading! stay lovely!