Page 53 of Craved By Lust

His face was unblemished, with not even a freckle or pimple in sight, leaving one to gape at his striking features. His jawline was skrong then a mother fucka, defined for the gods! But his lips… God, his lips held a subtle, almost perpetual curve, as if begging me to suck them into my mouth.

Frank always carried himself like he owned everything but, in that moment… he looked like he owned me. As he handed me the shake, his confidence felt like a natural tease of what would happen if I didn’t do as he demanded.

The man is a work of art! I could write an entire dissertation on him and still have more to say. He looks that damn good!

I chug down my protein shake, trying to cool my feverish body down, but the shit doesn’t do anything but give me brain freeze. But honestly, I’d rather that than be on fire like this. I stand there fidgeting, heart racing harder than a bitch, pussy pulsing and leaking, making me extra self-conscious.Jesus, I really shouldn’t let this happen.

I never expected Frank to have tribal tattoos all over his body…I wanna lick ’em!I want to lick each and every one of them hoes in a line and see where they connect, too!But we ain’t gon’ do it, friend!We are respectable around here…we are chaste! We are chaste, Goddamn it!

“Jessica,” his voice sends tremors down my body.

When I hear him in the hall, I turn from the door, not wanting to see him…

“Y-yeah?”You ever get wet from hearing a nigga voice? Uhm uhmm uhmmmm…

“You’re still wearing that robe and not lying on the table,” he states. I swallow loud as hell at his words, chewing on my nail. “You called out for me like you were ready, but…” His eyes rake over me, sending shivers all over my body.Damn… it’s not fair for him to be that damn fine.

“Y-you know o-on second though, mayb—” I feel him come up behind me, chest against my back, and my vision blurs.

“Take it off, Jessica,” he grunts. I stagger at his voice and lord, I don’t understand how I have the willpower to do so, but I shake my head, though it’s not like Frank ass gives a damn.

“N-no, I really shou—” He doesn’t let me finish my sentence before his arms go around my waist, and he jerks the robe’s belt. Like a waterfall, it tumbles from my body to my feet, causing a squeak to escape my lips.

“Damn,” I hear him whisper behind me, and my heart sputters in my chest. “God really took his time with you, huh.”What?!Chills coat my body as I feel his cool breath on my feverish back.

“I-I’m not s-supposed t-to be naked,” I stammer.

“Why not?” He runs a hand down my back, making me shudder. “We’refriends, this should be nothing,” he murmurs into my ear, and I bite my lip hard to keep my knees locked.W-well he’snot wrong.. I mean… Fay and Bebe and I have seen each other naked plenty of times… so he’s n-not wrong, but fuck that… I have never felt like this around them.

“R-right…” I chew my lip slowly, heading over to the massage table, feeling the weight of my sore muscles. What’s even more embarrassing is as I go to lay on the table, I have to prop my leg up, and I can see Frank out of the corner of my eye watching me with glowing intense eyes as he leans against the door frame.Jesus, I must be losing my mind!

I chew my lip and my place my hand on the table, suppressing a groan when my titties hang like water balloons, swinging like goddamn pendulums. If that’s not bad enough, when I go to lay flat on the table, they squish, causing air to come from between them and create a loud ass whoopie cushion noise that resounds around the room.Oh my fucking God!My face grows hot, and my palms sweat profusely as I try to get up, shaking my head.I don’t think I’ve ever been in a more embarrassing situation in my life!

“F-Frank, o-on s-second though, I?—”

“Lay. The.Fuck DOWN.Jessica,” he growls.

“Okay,” I squeak, plopping back down, fart noises be damned, heart hammering wildly in my chest.

“Good girl,” he grumbles, and I take a breath, lungs feeling like they will collapse at any moment.

Jesus!... is it getting hotter in here or is it me?

“Fr-Frank… did you turn up the h-heat o-or something?” I shift my wet body onto the table.

“Hell, I was going to ask you the same thing,” he mutters, placing a hand on my back, and I wince from how hot he is.

“Maybe the thermostat is broken,” I frown, placing my head into the hole as I hear him walk up on me.

“I doubt it.”

“In this damn heat, a bitch saw your eyes glow. I must be losing my damn mind,” I chuckle.

“Me too. My head is fucked up right now,” he pants behind me, and I sit up and look back, eyes going wide when I see Frank with a blank stare with his bright blue eyes flashing, nose ring moving slightly.

“H-hold on, Frank. If you’re sick, you need to sit down,” I tell him and he cuts his eyes toward me. I quickly turn back around, throat closed, and I rub my eyes, blinking hard because I know I didn’t see this nigga eyes literally beam.I need this massage to hurry up and end. I need a fucking nap.

“Don’t worry about me. Just focus on you,” he huffs as his excruciatingly hot palm spreads onto my back, holding me in place.

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