Page 57 of Craved By Lust

“Curious?”

“Yeah, my friend Faythe tried it once and she said she had hallucinations about being eaten alive by bullet ants,” I chuckle. “She also said it makes her super hungry… I want to try it.”She said it makes her super horny too… I wonder if me and Frank were to try it…I look at it with sparkling eyes, smirking.Alright, weedilicia, it’s time to work your magic, girl!

He snorts, taking the lighter from the counter and coming over, plucking the joint from my hands before he picks me up,carrying me like a baby on his hip…never in all my days!He then effortlessly swings me to the front of him and plops back on the couch, leaning back. But damn… how can someone who doesn’t look like he has much muscle be this damn hard?

“So being hungry and getting eaten alive by ants makes you want to smoke weed?” he laughs cutely, showing dimples. “Honestly, I’d much prefer you be thirsty and wanting to be eaten period, but beggars can’t be choosers.” He flicks and lighter and I’m mesmerized by how the light dances across his eyes.He’s so fucking sexy. Honestly, I don’t think even that’s doing him justice.

Placing the joint between his pretty pink lips, I watch him fascinated as he takes a few puffs. I expect him to cough like most people do when they smoke, but honestly, I have to suppress shivers from watching his eyes roll to the back of his head at the first puff, groaning as if he missed it.Damn, he’s so fucking fine!

“Bring your pretty ass here.” He smacks my ass and grabs my face, opening my lips and gently blowing the smoke into my mouth. “Suck it up, baby,” he smirks and my heart skips and goosebumps pepper my skin as I nod and do what he tells me to do, breaking out in a fit of coughs.Shit! My lungs!“Good girl,” he chuckles, taking another puff, but this time he grabs the back of my head and his lips connect with mine.

I lay flat against his chest. He doesn’t have to tell me what to do because I’ve caught on and I slurp it all up, humming. Figuratively and literally, I want all the smoke and tonight I’mdetermined to get to the bottom of what this feeling toward Frank is.

I lay on his chest in a daze, mind reeling and wandering, unable to focus.Shit… I was barely able to take a few puffs before my body started growing hot.Frank runs his hands over my braids, massaging my scalp while we watch Demon Slayer, my current favorite anime because of all the hot guys. I turn my head just as Michael Jackson… I mean Muzan fine ass comes on screen cross-dressing as a Geisha, doing that badass walk that broke the internet.

And then I peek up at Frank, who’s puffing on this third fucking blunt, and on God, my head hurts from the loud ass smell. I feel like I’ve smoked enough weed for a lifetime and I’m at my limit.

Groaning, I sit up woozy, and my mind flutters to my thoughts from the tub. I want to ask himabout the clothes and all the custom embroidered stuff, but I think even if I asked him, I wouldn’t have the mental capacity to listen to him right now. I know it sounds stupid, but I don’t want to be one of those girls that assumes a guy is interested in her just because he’s being nice. But even my dense ass knows this istoonice.

Then again, most rich people have no real sense of what’s common and not. Maybe I just think so since I’ve spent way too much time on over-the-top rich people TikTok videos about girls who fill their house according to the friend or family member they have staying over.

“You seem out of it baby. Are you hungry yet?” he smirks and I groan, grabbing my head, shaking it, but it feels like it’s rattling and I’m moving in slow motion.

“I’m tired,” I mutter and he laughs, setting his blunt down, taking my lips in a kiss, lighting my Black ass on fire.

“Damn. I was hoping for the former.” He stands and I lay my head on his shoulder and wrap my arms around his neck, not feeling well, though I still smile, seeming so small in his arms. Most guys can’t even pick me up because of how heavy I am, let alone being intimidated by my height, but Frank is able to not only do it, but does it easily.

Then again, if I recall correctly, he also ran with my big ass in six-inch heels not even tripping once on some fucking gravel. In my dazed head, I just run my mouth, wanting to be difficult because I know it’ll make him mad. I don’t even know why I want to piss him off, but I do. He’s a cutie when he throws those pretty blues my way. It just does it for me.

“Frank, I can walk m?—”

“Jessica, will you ever learn to close that pretty mouth of yours sometimes?” He raises a brow at me and I smile, pussy clenching.

“No.”

“You keep talking like that and I’ll stuff it with something so big you won’t be able to run your lips.”

“Sounds tempting,” I tease, biting my lip.

“For fuck’s sake I’m trying to be good,” he groans as he climbs up the stairs two steps at a time, not missing one beat, and carries me into gorgeous room overlooking the mountains before setting me on a massive king-size bed. He nearly climbs on top of me, as I lay there flat on my back, eyes blurred.

“I never asked for that.”

“Asked for what, Jessica?”

“I never asked for you to be good,” I huff, feeling way too fucking out of it. I don’t even know what I’m saying.

“Then what are you asking for?” he voices, still over me, but I close my eyes and groan, grabbing my head.

“That’s a good ass question,” I mutter, unable to think.

“Well if you want my advice, I’ll tell you to take this friendship I’m offering you. As long as you keep me at arm’s length I can somewhat stay in my place… but the moment you let me in, I’m talkingreallyfucking let me in, it’s game over, Jessica. I’m a fool for you and I’ve never had a girlfriend… meaning you would be my first andonlyone.

There would be no one else. Just that alone would have me smother you with dick and affection. I’d ruin you and your fucking life, so stop playing,” he grunts as he leans in, running his tongue over my lips sweetly, though his sinister words are anything but. I don’t know if it’s the weed or the fucked up mentality girls have, but…yassss king! Ruin the fuck out of me!

“Ruin me?” I finally look up at him shyly like only of those girls in the romance novels. “Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about,” I smile and he runs his hands over my lips while his eye twitches as if he’s in pain.

“Jessica, it’s clear as fucking day you don’t have a spidey sense,” he chuckles.

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