Page 79 of Craved By Lust

“Shhhiiiitttt.” I arch my back and whine, but I don’t get to say much because Frank strong ass pulls me off the sofa and flips onto his back, head on the couch, rubbing his nose all in my pussy.

“Just like that, baby?” he chokes out, beating his dick harder.

“Frank!” I gasp but he rocks my hips. I pant, creaming all over his face and dripping in his hair. “Baby yes!” I whine, riding his face as he grasps my ass, kissing my pussy lips, keeping his promise to not lick.

“Just like that, Jessica. Put that pussy all up in my fucking face. Drown a mother fucker in it.” He vibrates, jerking harder, hyperventilating, but I can’t take it. I gush all over his face and body, making his black tattoos look milky as he jerks, grunting. I peek to see cum spilling from his dick in hot, sticky spurts.

Worried, I move from over him to see his face literally drenched in my cum, his white hair slicked to the side of his face and his long eyebrows and lashes clumped together. He stares up at the ceiling in a daze before he staggers to his feet, looking at me with tears in his eyes like a lost puppy.

“Frank, baby ar?—”

“Thank you for the meal, Jessica. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of a few things.” He saunters off limping, dick hard and swinging, flapping against his thigh. When I hear the door to the gym close, I follow him and place my ear to the door, worried.

I hear sniffling…is he crying?He’s beating his dick harder than he did the day I caught him looking at my picture and sniffing my panties.I feel bad for him.

“Baby,” I knock on the door. “A.. are you okay?”

“I… I… ughn, am.. f-fine. D-d-un… don’t w-worry a-about m-m-ghnnn me,” he grits and I hear him fapping harder.

“Do you need hea?—”

“JESSICA, FOR GOD FUCKING SAKES! IF YOU DON’T GET YOU MOTHER FUCKING SEXY ASS AWAY FROM THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, I’LL DRAG YOU IN HERE AND FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU’LL BE BEDRIDDEN FOR A WEEK!”

“Yes sir!” I run away upstairs to our bedroom where I shower and wait hours for him, but he never comes.

When my phone vibrates, I groan, knowing this will be a rough week.

My Headache : Sleep without me…

My Headache : If I see you right now I’ll break my promise.

Tired, I read the message again and spread my legs, cup my breast and snap a picture, sending it to him.

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, JESSICA!” he growls from behind the doors of the downstairs bed and I chuckle then roll over in bed, yawning, happy to be getting my first full night of sleep in days!

Chapter 21

Late Night Ice Cream Date

JESSICA

Itoss and turn in bed all night, trying to get comfortable, but I can’t. I know it sound silly, but I’ve gotten used to sleeping next to Frank and he’s adamant about sleeping downstairs since I banned him from sex.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the sentiment,but I want my man!Frustrated, I kick my legs and throw the cover off me, grab a pillow, and make my happy ass way downstairs where I see Frank lying on the couch, eating popcorn and watching TV.

When he notices me, he frowns and sits up.

“Baby… is something wrong?” I don’t say shit. I just throw my pillow next to his, lift the covers, and climb in next to him, wrapping my arms around him. I snuggle close and breathe him in deeply, finally feeling all is right in the world.

I expect him to ask me what I’m doing or even to kick me out since I know Frank is down bad crazy about me, but to my surprise, he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight.

“I missed you too, little baby.” He kisses the top of my head and my heart might as well be named Simone Biles the way this nigga be having her doing back flips and shit.

“Who said I missed you?” I tease, still breathing him in and his deep voice rumbles out a chuckle in response.

“Sorry for assuming, little baby. I’ll just say Ihope you missedmeas much as I missedyou.” He runs his hands over my scalp, massaging it. My braids are a week and some change old, but they still hurt.

I got them done when I was trying surprise Matt ass. I wanted to look fresh for him, but my braiding lady was out, and I made the mistake of going to one of them Instagram braiders. Baby, when I say a bitch edges and scalp was fighting for they life!

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