Page 80 of Craved By Lust

I had to take them out and get them redone by my usual braiding lady the Monday Frank and I met. But the killing part was my scalp was already sore from getting it done by the IG braider days prior, so my scalp has been ridiculously tender.His gentle caresses are very much so welcome.

“I missed you…more,” I admit and hug him tight.

“Impossible, little baby.” He pulls me closer and forces me to look up at him. I can just feel myself falling more for him day after day.

“Are you really planning on sleeping down here by yourself?” I ask and he peppers my face with kisses.

“Yeah. I run the risk of fucking you up if I don’t. You have game on Friday, right? I don’t want to make it so you’re running like a newborn calf on the field because of me.” Ugh… he’s not lying, but the worst part is Iwantto be like that girl in White Chicks who was rolling around in a wheelchair, but…

“I know, but please baby. I don’t want to sleep alone,” I tell him and he sighs, kissing my head.

“Okay little baby. What you want you get.”

“If that’s the case… then can I have ice cream?” I beam and he clutches his chest and pretends to die. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I laugh and he pouts.

“It’s all your fault, little baby. You do me bad when you smile like that,” he groans, kissing me.

“Th-then, I’ll stop.”

“Hell no. I can’t get enough, so don’t you dare.” He scoops me up like I’m nothing.

“Then give me my ice cream and I’ll give you all the smiles you want.” I wrap my arms around his neck and he nuzzles my nose.

“I’ll do you one better,” he smirks.

“And what’s that? You want to eat ice cream off my pussy?” I raise a brow and again, I think he’s going to jump right on the opportunity to eat me out, but instead, he shakes his head.

“I’m going to take yououtfor ice cream,” he beams proudly and I frown, raising my brow.

“Out? But why when there are four tubs of my favorite ice cream in the fridge over there? Why do we have to go out? Plus,” I pause to look at the clock on the wall. “It’s like ten o’clock at night.”

“So?” he questions as he packs me upstairs.

“So… why do we have to go out?”

“Because I want to be seen out with my baby,” he cuts his eyes at me, shutting me off, making me blush.Well hell, I’m not going to complain about my man wanting to show me off.

“F-fine,” I look away, hiding the big ass grin on my face as he packs me to our his and her’s closet, but it’s a crying shame that he’s got prettier clothes than I do, considering that all my clothes are jerseys, big tees, loose jeans, and sweats.

But I’m genuinely surprised when I see a new section on my side, stacked full of dressy clothes. He snatches off my baggy t-shirt and places a nice plush wool turtleneck sweater on me before taking off my sweats.

He places me on the blush pink ottoman, forcing me to lift each of my feet while he places some nice jeans that fit good as hell as well as some cozy socks and cute black boots that have a nice little kitten heel on them.

“Turn around, little baby,” he tells me, and I do as he tells me. He does my hair up in a cute little low ponytail that doesn’t cause added tension to my tender scalp.

“Are you going to put me on any makeup?” I ask, looking at all the supplies he’s got, and he shakes his head.

“I ordered your shades, but they aren’t here yet, so it’ll just be casual, besides,” he pauses and snatches off his pajama bottoms. I bite my lip and look away because I’m way too tempted to do what I said we couldn’t. I watch him type something out on his phone before he throws on a plain black tee, a gold necklace, some black ripped jeans, and black Tim’s before he ruffles his hair. “I’m not wearing any either.”

What?!

I don’t know why I’m so damn shocked. I’ve never seen Frank leave the house in anything other than in his cross-dressed self, so it’s almost surreal to see him take my hand and leave as his male self.

Not going to lie… as weird as it is, it feels so nice to be walking next to him like this. The way he has my hand in a firm grip so as not to let me slip away, and the way I feel so small, dainty, and cute by his side…it’s something I rarely get to experience as a tall girl.

When we get to his car, he, as per usual, helps me into my seat latches seatbelt, and I can’t help but be curious. However, as he drives out of the building, I get lost in the night lights of the city. It’s a part of the city I’ve never seen since I’m always holed up at home, but honestly…this is so beautiful.

Seeing the all the glittering lights makes me smile and think about Christmas. Even though Halloween just passed, I noticed most mother fuckers don’t give a damn about Thanksgiving and go straight to Christmas.

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