Page 51 of Craved By Lust

Frank

Hearing the weights slam against each other in the back room, I grit my teeth and crouch, gasping for breath, yanking the wig from my head, heart racing so hard I fucking feel like I’ve taken GHB.Fuck a GHB more like a J.E.S.S.Fuck, that girl has no damn clue what she does to me, and it ought to be a mother fucking crime!

This is fucking torture! She has no fucking clue how much I’m holding myself back for her sake, and she goes and calls me a friend when I’m dreaming about beating her pussy up so good she has to walk with a limp and is perpetually pregnant with my babies every single night?!

Whew…I adjust my dick in my dress, happy she walked off when she did because I came a little from the shock.

I stand, walking over the alarm system and set it on using Jessica’s college ID number along with her jersey number.

I listen to her going hard in the gym, and from following her as much as I do, I know she’ll be at least another hour and then some. So instead of making dinner as planned, since she’snot hungry, I head off to our room barefoot. I love the marble beneath my feet cooling my hot body down, but there’s no point when I’m going to be like this all fucking weekend long.

At this rate, she seems intent on putting me in the hospital.But what a hell of a way to go, am I right? I can imagine those thick thighs that deadlift five hundred pounds wrapping around my neck while my tongue glides across that pussy… I tremble with excitement at the thought.

I make my way up the stairs to my dressing room, where I pull my dress off and place it on the hanger so my mom can come pick it up and take it to the dry cleaners for me when she comes by.

Excited that my baby is finally home, I sit down at my vanity, staring at my makeup, pleased that it held up nicely, but I swipe up some makeup remover wipes and take it all off along with my mascara and lashes before I head to my shower, grimacing down at my dick that’s hard enough to poke a hole in the marble.

She always does that, but today, in particular, she really has me on fire. It was pure fucking torture last night not texting her back, but fucking Pierce said it was the best thing to do to make her think about and miss me.

My heart broke a little more with every unanswered text, and last night, in her sleep, I kissed her lips for every character she sent me as an apology for ignoring her.

It was particularly hard to leave her last night, but I had business to settle with the mother fucker who tackled her particularly hard at her game…I hope he didn’t plan to make football his career because it’s over. He made my baby strain her right leg, so I broke his right leg. It’s only fair.

After that, I returned home on the jet to make sure the house was together for the two of us. I also double checked that I had all the food and ingredients I need to care for and nurture her back to health.

I also had to sew the cheerleading outfit together for her and find all the roses for her because my baby looked so sad last night. I want her to do nothing but smile this weekend.

After showering, I make sure to use all the smell good stuff! I dry off, moisturize,I’m not going to have Jessica dealing with an ashy white man…I spritz the cologne that I notice Jessica reacts to more, and throw on a pair of black boxers and some plain grey sweats before checking the time and bounding down the stairs to start my baby’s shake.

After measuring out the perfect amount of ice to oat milk ratio,Jessica’s lactose intolerant,I pour in her sponsored brand of protein powder.I bought a storage full of them since she earns a commission.Then I measure out her BCAAs, peanut butter, and cacao power, an avocado for some extra fats, and a banana.That’s Jessica’s favorite fruit.I blend it, making sure there are still a few ice chunks.Jessica likes to crunch on them while drinking.

Last but not least, I pour it into a brand new thermal that I bought, which is said to keep the desired temperature for hours. I then place it in the thermal sleeve with her college football team’s logo on it and happily make my way to the gym.

“JEEEEESSSSIIICCCCAAAAAA!” I call out, ready to feed my baby, but the second I walk into the gym, she’s deadlifting well over five hundred pounds, thighs, calves, and ass taut, ready formy tongue to slide over it.God damn!I spin on the ball of my feet to calm the fuck down.

“Frank?” she pants behind me, and I turn to see her standing there, sweat dripping down her titties and abs. For fanden, hun prøver at dræbe mig.(For fucks sake, she's trying to kill me)Thank you God for taking your time making this one…I think I’ll start going to church.“FRANK!”

“Oh… uh… huh?” I shake my head, but there ain’t a damn mother fucking thing I can do to get this girl out of my fucking head.She’s stuck, and ain’t shit I can do about it.

“What’s that you’re holding?” She points at the tumbler and I blink, stupidly having forgot why I came in here and interrupted my baby in the first place.

“Oh, it’s your protein shake!” I smile and hand it to her, but she shakes her head.

“I’m not done yet. I still want to do a few more sets.”

I frown, looking her over, spotting her trembling muscles that clearly show signs of fatigue and strain.I can’t have that.

“No, you’re done,” I tell her and she frowns, looking pissed, anger marring her precious face adorably.

“I’m not. I?—”

“I said. You. Are. Done,” I repeat slowly, but ire sparks in my baby’s face.

“Who are you to tell me what to do!” she yells and I shudder, licking my lips.Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about! Do it aga— No! Stop thinking with your dick and focus!

“Jessica, if you don’t take your pretty ass in that bathroom so I can massage your muscles while you drink this shake, we’ll have a problem,” I let her know as sweetly as possible.

“But I need to shower right now. I smell, and I need a bag for my dirty clothes.” She covers herself shyly, and I hate it, but there isn’t anything that’s going to stop my plans.

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