Page 52 of Craved By Lust

“Get the massage first and then shower. The oil I’ll be using has special sleep qualities. Also, don’t worry about the clothes. I’ll get my housekeeper to wash them.” I hear my voice tremble slightly, practically salivating at the thought of touching her sweaty body. I’m willing to use any means to touch her while her body is drenched in sweat and her pussy still has that heavy scent.For fuck’s sake, I want it!

“No, I can’t have you do that. And special sleep qualities?” she shakes her head with an attitude. “What the hell even is that?”

“Why not? And it’s exactly as I said. It’ll help you sleep. I’ll even put some in your bath so it can calm you down and get you nice and open… I mean relaxed…” I tell her but she frowns at that and my heart pounds in my chest, thinking she’ll refuse.Knowing Jessica she’ll fucking refuse!!!

“Bu—”

“We’refriends,right?” I smirk devilishly, using her words against her. “What are you so afraid of?” I lick my lips.Give it up, beautiful. That body is mine and I’ll be damned if I don’t get my hands on it.

“I’m not a-afraid of anything,” she defends and I know in that moment I got her.

“Then get the massage and stop worrying so much,” I tease. She purses her lips, clearly weighing her options.Oh baby, there are no options.She can think all she wants, but I don’t give a fuck. Like hell am I going to miss out on this precious opportunity. “There’s a robe in the bathroom for you.”

“Fine,” she grumbles. “I could use a good night’s rest after that loss anyway,” she sighs, resigned as she goes to change and I grab the massage table.I knew it was a good idea to tell my idiot brothers to dismantle the guest room and add this gym while I was out. It was so worth it.

But I’ll have to shoot one of them because they left the price tag and receipt of purchase on one of the Smith machines. Thankfully, I snatched it off in time because if my baby had seen it, my parents would have been a few sons short for the holidays.

When she comes out, she’s uncomfortably shifting on her feet, pouting.

“C-can’t I just get a bag?” She tightly holds onto the robe, and it takes everything for me not to rip that son of a bitch off her.

“Just hand it here.” I hold out my hands, and she groans, thrusting the cherished ball of sweat-soaked treasure in my hands.

“Here!” She turns, not even looking at me, and goes to lie down on the table, muttering incoherently as I chuckle, walking out of the room and playing it cool all the way to the laundry room. However, when I open the door and step inside, unwrapping the clothes that she tightly wound, the strong pungent smell of pussy wafts over me. But not justanypussy, butJessica’spussy. Her scent assaults me, causing me to stagger back, clutching my chest with heart palpitations as my dick leaks cum down my leg.

Åh, det er det gode lort, jeg ikke fik den første nat, jeg gik til hendes hus.(Oh, this is that good shit I didn’t get the first night I went to her house.)

It’s so fucking good I can’t even work my fucking motor functions, and saliva pools and slides down the corner of my mouth. Tears spring into my eyes and I close them, holding up the holy grail, wanting to fall to my knees!My precious!

How can something smell so fucking delicious? Why must God put such temptations on this earth? I’m but a man, how can I not be this fucked up in the head when she got pussy that smells like this and on top of that she’s funny, beautiful, smart, and kind?She offered me money for God’s sake. I know what she has, and it’s not a lot after tuition, room, and board!

I run my hand over the wet clothes, and it lands on something sticky and thick. I flip the clothes and look down to see something white and creamy attached to a pair of black panties, and my dick throbs painfully as I lift my hand, eyes darting between the stickiness on my hand and creaminess on the panties.Which one?! Which fucking one do I lick first?!?!?!

And I can’t let another second pass before I place my hand in my mouth, slurping the cream off, feeling woozy from my first ever taste of addiction.

“Oh, that’s mother fucking go?—”

“Frank?” I hear her voice call from the room, scaring the fuck out of me, making me jump and bang my head against the shelf above me.

“Son of a bitch!” I shout, rubbing my head, as I hear her coming close. “Don’t come closer!”

“What? Why? No, forget that. Are you okay?” she asks and I feel the gash on my head, but fuck all that. I gather the treasure against my chest and kiss it before placing it in an empty storage container, making sure to clamp the top down tightly to preserve the smell, wetness, and hell, everything.I have to let the seasoning marinate. It’ll just add to the flavor.

“I… I’m fine!” I push the tub out of the way, step out, and close the door quickly, rushing back to the room excitedly. “I’m cumming!” I shout and I will because tonight… tonight I feast!

Chapter 13

Massage Therapy

JESSICA

My heart is beating loud as fuck. Frank as a girl is hot, but Frank as a man… my lord almighty Jesus Christ! It’s just not fair!

When I saw him holding that protein shake, looking like God’s gift to women, I now see why he has so many followers on IG. Hell, I’m his follower! The man is not fine, but FOINE. Like Popeye’s chicken finger fucking licking good foine.

How can he look even better as a man then when he cross-dresses? His looks are un-fucking matched. The man possesses an arresting beauty. His hair, a shock of pure, unadulterated white, falls in soft waves, along his face, making me want to run my hands through it. It’s luminous and seems to catch and reflect the light at every fucking angle.

His eyes, a startling and sexy ass bottomless blue ocean that a bitch just wants to dive into, vivid and captivating. If I wasn’t so flustered I wouldn’t have been able to take my eyes off him.

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