Page 1 of Craved By Lust

Prologue

“Come here.” He leads me to the couch. Anime is still playing in the background, where he lays me and unceremoniously bends me over, pulls my thong to the side, and spreads my ass cheeks. He takes a long swipe of the crack of my ass, where his long, snake-like tongue swirls around my asshole, dipping inside.

“UGHHHH!! YESSSSSS FRANK!” I cry incoherently, body burning up, especially the pit of my stomach where I feel his cum surfing through my body like Beyonce on her surfboard.

“Oh yeah, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about. I knew this ass was going to taste divine,” he growls as he smacks my ass and I feel him shudder behind me. “It’s like a feast laid before me.” He licks my ass cheeks, and I feel something sharp graze across my ass, causing a sharp sting followed by a pleasureful feeling unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

I fist my hands in the blankets, trembling. Creaminess drips down my leg and Frank takes a long ass swipe from my hamstring to my pussy, swirling it like a propeller, eating me like lunch, and I suffocate from holding my breath.

“PLLLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEEEEE! OHHHHH FUCKKKK!”

“Come on, baby, give me some more! OUT WITH THAT PUSSY JUICE!” he grunts, slapping my ass.

“UGHHHHNNNN!” My pussy gushes in his face, causing me to go still and look back horrified when I see his beautiful face covered in a thick, milky fluid. His long white lashes blink as his mouth forms an O in awe before his devilish eyes flicker up to me with intense greed.

“AGAIN!” his voice booms, rattling the panoramic windows as his freakishly long tongue swipes over his mouth and chin, licking before he attaches himself to my pussy. On God, it feels like he’s trying to suck my entire damn uterus out, but from how good it feels, he can have that son of a bitch.I’on even much need it!“FRRRRAAAAANNNNKKKKK!”

Chapter 1

My Heart

JESSICA

“JESSICA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE?! PAINTING YOUR NAILS?! CATCH UP! TOM! PICK THOSE LEGS UP! FOR FUCK’S SAKE, DID YOU PUT OIL ON YOUR HANDS BEFORE PRACTICE?! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DROP THE BALL ONE MOR—” The coach’s frustrated voice is cut off when I feel a heavy impact against my body and go crashing down in a heap with the breath knocked out of me.Fucking son of a bitch, that hurts!

“Get the fuck off her!” I hear Tek’s voice from the distance before I feel the pressure and weight lifted off me bit by bit. When I see a hand reach out to help me up, I graciously take it. “You okay, Hurts?” he asks, and I yank my helmet off, panting, barely able to make out the letters on Tek’s uniform.

Using the back of my hand, I wipe the sweat from my blurry eyes and our black and orange uniforms come in clear as well as the letters on them.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I tell him, though I hear a slow, steady beep echoing in my ears from the impact.

“You don’t look good,” Tek tells me as he grabs my face, examining me, but the sound of laughter is heard next to us and I cut my eyes in its direction.

“WWWWHHHHHEEEWWWW! GO TIGERS, LET’S GO!” Duval’s groupies shout for him, making me curl my lip.

“Told you girls aren’t meant to be on the field,” one of the assholes from our team chuckles.

“Yeah, she ought to be a cheerleader. Then I really wouldn’t mind climbing on top of her,” the ringleader of the pack, and unfortunately our team’s quarterback, Duval Green, states, and Tek curls his lip as a few of the other guys on our team surround us like they’re ready for them two to fight, but I step in between them.

“Fuck you Duval. You’re lucky I’m on the field with you because that’s the only fucking way you’ll ever touch me,” I spit, and he curls his fist, mean-mugging me and stepping closer, but the coach blows the whistle on our little scrap.

“THAT’S E-FUCKING-NOUGH! BRING IT IN, LADIES!” he shouts, and we all come to a stop.Shit… we screwed up.

“We’re fucked, aren’t we?” my teammate Tek groans quietly behind me and I snort.

“Big time,” I mutter.

“Hurts! Lower! Green! Two miles since you got time to run your fucking mouths during a skirmish after such a horrible play.”Damn…“And another fucking thing, if I ever see such patsy shit on my field again, you’ll be suspended for the next three games, Green!”

“COACH! I WAS ONLY RUNNING THE PLAY!” Duval shuts, holding out his arms in defense, and Coach snorts.

“No, you were too busy running your mouth and trying to prove you got a dick between your legs when you should be proving you have a pair of balls as big as Hurts!” A few of the guys on the team and I chuckle at Coach’s words and dap as I smirk, pointing the middle finger at Duval, holding in the wince that wants to come out from how hard he tackled me.

But no matter how fucking hard he hits me, I’ll take it to the mother fucking chin because it’s always nice to see that asshole get told the fuck off. “Not to fucking mention you’re the quarterback. Pulling shit like that tells you don’t value your position, this team, orme. Now get to fucking running! As a matter of fact, make it three miles since I’m feeling generous today!” Coach blows his whistle. “The rest of you, bring it in!”

“Yes, sir, Coach!” I pick up my helmet and start my run, instantly regretting the words I said earlier when I feel like a bone is poking my lung. But when I glance back, I cringe when I see everyone on their knees as the coach goes the fuck off, so I slow down my pace because I’d rather be running than gettingchewed out. I knew we ran a bad play. Coach is pissed since we’re getting ready to come up on the big game. I think we’re all feeling the jitters this season. After all, the team we’re going up against is a top ten school that kicked our ass so embarrassingly bad last year that they made us look like children.

Twenty-seven to three… and it was a home game at that. It was so fucking bad that people even posted YouTube video compilations of us turning the ball over so many times. It was so fucking embarrassing, so we’re a bit on edge even though we’re a better team this year because, despite my annoyances, we’re a solid team under Coach Smith. Our record stands at 6-0, and I want to keep our undefeated season.No matter what, I’m going to prove that I deserve to be a starter next season, and not a backup.

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