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I’m already losing my mind, but when pussy juice starts trickling down my face, I feel my heart stop.I’m dying…I don’t think it ever starts back up, but who gives a flying fuck? I just rub her cream all the fuck over me.

“Now this that nasty shit I’m talking about, Jessica. Give me some more!” I snarl like a fiend in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine.

“I… I can’t,” she whimpers, slowing down, and I reach back, smacking that ass.

“I swear to fucking G—” Instantly, the words die on my lips, but that doesn’t stop my baby from getting the message because she picks up the pace and smashes that pussy on me, uncaring that her ass cheeks are slapping me in the face as they jiggle, fucking out of it as she whimpers.

“FRANK!” My eyes cut to the mirror where I see her pussy convulse and gush uncontrollably all over me. Pussy juice istrickling all down my hair and face, and somehow I slide my long ass tongue all over my fucking face, catching every fucking drop while grasping my dick, ready to explode.

“Just a bit more baby, don’t be shy. Put your pussy all on that mother fucker,” I pant and feel her bottom out.

“SSSHHHHHIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!” she cries as a waterfall of cum trickles down on me from the heavens and I explode, gushing so many ropes of cum that I shake uncontrollably. “F-Frank! M-make it stop!” she cries and I look up through blurred vision to see my horn pulsing red inside of her pussy, but I can’t do shit about it. My entire body seizes up and I pulse like I’m being pumped full of gas. I stare for so long it makes me sleepy rather than giving me energy. “S-STOPPPPP!” she trembles, cumming again and filling me up. It’s as if my body had been running on E and I feel full, sated, and satisfied.

I want to pull her in my arms, tell her thank you for blessing me, promise her the world. That’s what Iwantto do but I, fucking Frank Metchie, for the first time in my life, have been done in by the pussy.Jessica you fucking beautiful being, on God, I’ll marry you when I wake up.

I smile at the thought before I pass the fuck out.

Jessica

What the fuck was that?!

I pant, ass all in the air not, giving a fuck. I try to sit up but I can’t, still feeling whatever the fuck that thing was inside of me.

I look back and see Frank passed out with a smile on his face, and hell, if he felt as good as I did and do, then I see why he is smiling. I crawl with limited strength and shaky hands, reaching down to see his fever has come down and he looks a million times better than earlier, which makes me feel better but…

“Fuuuuccckkkk!” I moan, arms feeling weak and wobbly as I prop myself up. My braids hang lose in front of me and I’m sweating worse than when I run drills.

Again, what the fuck was that?!?!?!?!

I’m way too tempted to smack his ass to wake him up and interrogate him, but I’m even more tempted to slide the fuck back on it and take that mother fucker for another spin. But I’m scared… that thing isn’t normal.

I turn around and poke it, thinking it’ll move, but it does nothing. I stare at it and at his dick that’s still hard in his sleep, frowning.How the fuck is he still hard after all that?

Sitting back on my heels, I swallow, looking at the damn thing, heart racing. I groan cause a bitch gon’ get her Black card revoked for being this thirsty over a damn horn, but dead ass, how that shit had me feeling, I’m willing to incur that cost.

It’s different from fucking Frank’s big ass dick that leaves no room for error. This thing is like a six-and-a-half- inch vibrator that slurps your cooch from the inside. Who the hell wouldn’t be addicted to that? Especially since I don’t feel so worn out and sore.

I can work with this…but can I take it off and use it?No,it looks glued on with some type of special adhesive. So the only way to use it again would be now, even though Frank ass doesn’t look like he’s going to wake up any time soon.

Well… heisfeeling better… before I can talk myself out of it, I turn around and line the tip of it with my center, sliding it in slightly. Immediately, it’s like that damn thing comes alive and vibrates gently in my pussy, eliciting soft moan from me.

“Yes!” I grip the sheets, going down further on it, rocking softly and something… somehow starts slurping up all my juices inside me as I start playing with my clit, bouncing a bit harder but not enough to disturb Frank’s sleep. “Fuck yes, eat this pussy from the inside,” I whimper, imagining Frank when I was hallucinating and I thought he stuffed his long ass tongue inside of me.

“Oooo!” I cry, grinding down on it, pussy soaking fucking wet. “Frank!” I gently slam down on it. “Frank,” I pant, heart beatingso hard my eyes cross as I slam down on it once more, pinching the nipple Frank always sucks the most, and desperately running my hand over my clit.

“Yesss uuugggnnnnn!” I cry out, gushing and trembling as it pulses inside of me like a heartbeat, slurping up my juices.

It takes all the will I have to dislodge from the addicting thing, but I need to care for my man. I can’t keep being a hornball, though I have a feeling Frank would be upset that I didn’t continue. I chuckle at the thought while I wipe his body and cum coated hair down as best as I can and take off his clothes.

After I get him squared away, I throw on one of his shirts on and go downstairs to make him a homemade chicken noodle soup for him to eat when he wakes up. I’ll ask him about coming to my game after that.

It’s funny because I never ask anyone for anything. I don’t like the thought of being disappointed, but for some reason, I feel like I can ask Frank. He’s so reliable and… my heart thumps and I touch my chest, biting my lip.

I feel giddy.

I sit in the stillness of this home… the one Frank always tells me is ours and smile, feeling like a queen in a… no, notA,butMYcastle.Damn… this man really got me falling in love.

Chapter 23

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