Page 4 of Craved By Lust

I stop at a park he and I used to frequent and smash my fist against the steering wheel, needing to let out my bottled emotions. In this car I feel claustrophobic, so I yank the door open and jump out, slamming it shut, not even bothering to shut the son of a bitch off. I just walk, uncaring that I feel my coat loosening up since this is an abandoned park.

I’m so done… I don’t give a damn about love. All men can go to fucking hell!

I want to shout it at the top of my lungs, but I don’t want to get in trouble for being out here dressed like this or draw attention to myself, so I just walk, refusing to let tears fall because I know he’s a fake ass bitch and isn’t worth it. Hell, if anything, I’m more pissed off at how much of my time and effort I put into convincing myself that I liked him!

Yeah, I might as well just give up on love and men. Unlike most girls, I don’t even like the super buff, gym rat type. I’m around that shit all the time and contrary to popular belief, that shit is not sexy. It’s annoying. I like my guys the same way I like my anime male leads: pretty in the face like Gojo Satoru, adorable and strong like Mashle.

Plus, he can fuck like no tomorrow, but it is reserved for me andonlyme! But not pushy…God! Where is he?!A dude so sweetbut demanding of me and my time who loves me down bad to the point that he makes my pussy wet just thinking about him. Extra points if he’s a got the sexy demon bad boy look… add some horns and sexy cat eyes like Muzan …but I know he doesn’t ex?—

I bump into a brick fucking wall that knocks the air out my damn lungs. As a girl who’s used to getting tackled by big ass dudes in my career and getting back up like I took that shit on the chin, that shit shocked me. I glance up to see what the hell has me feeling like I’ve been run over by an eighteen-wheeler.

I swipe my braids from my face with a frown but my mouth drops open my when I see aVERYpretty white girl with long flowing white hair down to her butt in a fluffy pink dress with flowers on it, lace gloves, an adorable pearl purse, and long beautiful thick ass eyelashes that hood her mesmerizing blue eyes. I’d say she’s the perfect picture if not for the fat ass blunt hanging from between her lips.She looks like something out of a mystical fairy tale… just like a seductive Barbie doll.

She blinks in surprise, staring at me, saying nothing and not bothering to help me up. Instead, she takes a drag from blunt and faces me inquisitively with her head cocked to the side as if trying to figure something out. I feel her deep sea blue eyes rake over me like hot coal slowly and excruciatingly from the top of my head to my lips, my breast then my pussy. When her gaze lands there, I feel a little wetness seep from me as I clench tight when she pulls the blunt from her lips and licks them. It feels like that tongue glided over my body from how hard my nipples get…What the fuck?

I open my mouth to say something, but I hear footsteps over my shoulder, and the girl quickly stubs out her loud ass blunt, takes the jacket hanging on her arm, and throws it over me, covering me up, and my first thought is damn, this feels nice.I can tell it didn’t come from Bitch You Thought… I mean Wish.After that, I stupidly realize why she’s staring.

All my damn goodies are out. Hard pierced nips, soaking wet pierced pussy, and scantily clad lingerie that hides nothing! And this gorgeous old school Victoria’s Secret model looking-ass-girl that is more than likely from a rich and uppity family done seen it all!Oh my God!!!!

Quickly, I stand and cover myself with my coat and hers just as I see a guy stagger toward us.

“Whosh tdo wev gobt here!” I hear someone drunkenly slur, and the girl’s pretty lips curl as she stomps over in the direction and whispers something to him. He stumbles back onto his ass.

“WHASH DA FOCK?! IT’SH A FOCKING DUDE!” he yells crazily and not soon after, a bunch of other men run over.

“LARRY, GETD UP! LET’S KICK DERE ASSESH!” One of the drunks holding a beer bottle swings at the girl, but she ducks and goes to lift her dress just as one of the guys tries to hit me. While I have hands for days, fighting in this get up would be reckless, so I duck as a bottle of MD 20/20 goes smashing into the fence, shattering next to me and making the girl look back at me with a mean mug.

Another guy then comes over and tries to grab me, but I dodge, though not too well since my heel gets caught in the pavement and the guy ends up snatching my belt, almost making my coat fly open. The girls coat also goes fluttering to the ground in tatters and my mouth flies open as I reach for it because ain’t no way this bitch about to make me pay for shit.I felt the material, and compared to my TEMU coat, I can tell it’s worth an arm and a leg.

But as soon as I extend my arm, another drunk tries to punch me. I bench press his weight for breakfast, so brace for it. However, before his fist can connect, he doubles over, and I turn to see that the pretty girl kicked him hard in the nuts with her pointy six-inch heel.Ouch…and not only that, but she dealt with all of them! All of them are lying on the ground, looking fucked up.When the hell did that happen?

But I don’t have time to think because she takes my calloused hand in her soft gloved one and picks me up, running with me like a fucking track star in her stilettos all the way to my car, where she opens the passenger door, makes sure I’m in my seat and buckled in, climbs in the driver’s side, and speeds off just as more drunks come rushing towards us, looking like zombies and shit.

It’s crazy that in this wild ass moment a bitch wants to ask what cologne she’s wearing because even though she’s a girl she smells like a what I can only envision a sexy, rich-ass mafia boss would smell like.I need some of that so I can spray it on my pill— No! That’s not what’s important.

“Oh my God! I’m sorry! I was out of it for a moment. Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?!” I look her over as she calmly and casually leans like a whole ass nigga against the door of my car, fiddling angrily with her hand that’s not on the steering wheel. She glances at me out of the corner of her eye before nodding once. “Damn! How are you so calm?! That jerk just pushed you! And those guys were about to pounce all at once. Are you bleeding?” I look her over and gasp when I see her pretty lace light pink dress is not only scuffed but has blood on it as I try to find where it came from.

“THOSE ASSHOLES!” I erupt, feeling the need to let out my steam on some jerks who’d raise their hands to a girl, especially one as little and cute as her! “TURN THE CAR AROUND! I’LL SHOW THEM! HOW DARE THEY HIT A GIRL?! UGGGGHHHHHHH, THIS IS WHY I FUCKING HATE MEN!!!! FUCK LOVE AND FUCK MENNNNN! I’LL SHOW THOSE SONS OF BITCHES!!!” I fume, pissed. Meanwhile, she’s just laid back, driving with one hand on the steering wheel, watching me from the corner of her eye, not saying a word with a cute smirk on her face.

She doesn’t turn around and instead, we pull into my apartment near my college, abruptly ending my rant. That makes me side-eye this bitch as she parks and shuts my Jeep off. I throw her a stank look, taking off my seatbelt when her pretty ass opens the driver’s door and smoothly slides out like she owns my shit. She struts around, opening the passenger door for me. Without a word, she beckons me out, and reluctantly, I slide out, glaring up at her.Damn I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed, but fuck she’s tall!

It’s rare to see girls taller than my five-foot eleven self at this school… but I can tell this pretty bitch, even once she takes off those six-inch heels she’s wearing, is well over six feet in height…I bet she’s at least six foot three…

The way she towers over me as she leans in makes me feel like a caged animal with a massive beast eyeing me. Her looks are foreign… maybe Scandinavian? There are a couple of girls here from there, and she looks just like them, but honestly, she eats them up in looks, and they are super pretty. I don’t know where she’s from exactly, but she looks like a model who just stepped off the covers of some stylish fashion magazine or some shit. She’s gorgeous, and hell, if I was into girls, I’d be all the fuck over her with how breathtakingly beautiful she is.Jessica, focus!

“How do you know where I live?” I glower, suddenly feeling weird.Wait a damn minute, they were at my favorite park, too… are they a stalker?I have had to deal with more than my fair share of assholes and super fans who find out where I live to harass me or ask for an autograph. Some have thrown eggs at me and even spray-painted my car. It’s been a while since it happened, but I wouldn’t put it past anyone these days since I’m only gaining more attention and shitting on people’s favorites on the field.Still, would they go this far and hurt themselves just to get to me?

Even though it’s a game and I’m doing what I was put on the field to do, I understand this is a precious male-dominated sport where some feel there is no room for a girl. Still, because of me, our D1 college football team has become a big deal, and our games are getting more international coverage, but that doesn’t mean people will give me my flowers.

“Hey! I asked you a fucking q?—”

She reaches up, grabs her hair, and to my utter fucking shock, pulls it off.Wait… a wig?She runs her hands through her real hair, wipes her… or well,hislips, smudging his lipstick and smiling, not prettily but…Jesus… he’s hot!

“First,” he pauses and smiles so sexily with his smudged lipstick that he makes my heart quake. The one word and that deep ass voice sends shivers down my spine, throwing me the fuck off. I have never heard a white boy with such a deep voice except on Tiktok and YouTube video compilations… but this… this some next level shit right here. It’s almost akin to how DDG sounds when he uses real voice… “Thank you for helping me out back there. You saved lives today,” he jokes, a slight accent coming through, and I swallow, shook.Damn…yes sir… that’s an “I’ll make your pussy throb” kind of deadly voice.

He is indeed one of them fine-ass Scandinavian students I’ve seen around. There is supposedly a group of brothers here that has an entire fan club of girls losing their minds and fighting over them.He must be one of them… I see what the hype is about.

Whoever he is with or will end up with gon’ have to knock bitches out like Mike Tyson.Is it me? Am I the bitches she’ll be having to knock out?

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