Page 10 of Bound By Lust

“Joking?”

“Frank don’t fucking play. You’re about zero point one seconds away from that homegirl domestic violence meme! Where the fuck were you?” I fume, asking him out of nowhere when that’s not even what I want to ask. Hell, I shouldn’t even have him up here, but… like hell I’ma let this nigga fuck me with a horn and think I’m not gon’ raise some hell!

“Oh, so you’re ready to listen now?” he growls and chills spread over my body as his sexy, wide, pink lips tilt up in a smile before he licks them, making me sputter and look away because I can already sense myself softening up.

“F-Frank, if you’re not going to answer me, then g-get the hell out,” I mutter halfheartedly, facing the ground, when he comes up behind me and hugs me, kissing my neck.

“Baby mama, you know I would never do something to intentionally hurt you,” he voices, hands rubbing my belly as his tongue glides over my neck, forcing me to hold in a moan, seriously giving me pause.

“B-baby mama?! I’m insulted!” I sneer, high key losing my mother fucking mind.Bitch, get the fuck away from this fine ass dude right the fuck now!

“But I hear your tummy rumbling and,” he pauses and dips his hands into my tights, past my panties, and smacks his long, slender hand against my sopping wet pussy, embarrassingly creating a sloshing sound as he grunts, pushing my legs open as he forces three fingers inside my pussy, massaging my walls. “This pussy wet like it’s begging for my babies to be dripping out of you.”Oh my Lord…

“I… uhm… UGNNNN!” I arch my back, gasping for breath, shaking.Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!“W-where… ughn…” He kisses my neck, sucking hard, grinding his dick on my ass while squeezing my titty. “Wh-where we-were y-you?”

“Would you trust me if I told you I was sleeping the whole time, wife?” He lifts my shirt, pinching my nipple and thumbing my clit ring, grunting in my ear as he forces me back against his hard dick, causing goosebumps to spread all over my body.

“F-f-fuck no!” I roll my eyes at his blatant lie, heart thumping in my chest. “Wh-who th-the f-fa-fuck do you th-think I am, Fr-Frank Metchie?” I pant and he grunts, licking the back of my neck, sucking hard than a mother fucker, biting it so hard I know I’ll have a mark there. I should be pissed off. I should be cursing him out. I should be throwing a tantrum and demanding he explain himself,so why the fuck am I spreading my legs and letting him play with my pussy?

“Fuck, Little Baby, you say my name so prettily. I missed it and the way this pussy speaks to me. Listen to it,” he pants, fingering me harder, and my heart skips a beat.This nigga really playingwith my pussy and grinding his dick on me when I just broke up with him. Ugh, why is he so fucking toxic?!

“F-Frank Metchie, I hate you.”

“Oh yeah?” he grunts, roughly stuffing a fourth finger into my pussy. “Tell your demon daddy why you hate him so much, baby.”

“B-because you missed my game,” I whimper, grinding on his fingers.

“Shame on me, princess... I’ll eat this pussy like dessert, and I swear I’ll make it up to you. Just take that break up shit back. Not that I’ll even let you stand on business about it, anyway.”

“No, a-and I’ll st-stand on business. We are broken up.” I bite my lip and he chuckles deeply, making my chest vibrate as he runs a thumb over my pierced clit. My heart races as I hold back a moan, trying to have some type of fucking resolve, but fuck I missed him.I missed him so much.

His smell, his tongue, his voice, his presence… and he’s here now, which is what’s important to me, but I want to know where he was, and it’s clouding my brain. “You and I are done,” I moan trying to push him away, but his hand that’s cupping my titty glides up to my neck, tapping it.

“Jessica, you are playing a dangerous game right now. You know that Little baby? Are you trying to make me angry?”

“And what if I am?” I moan. “You hurt my feelings. Why should I care if I make you mad?” I glance behind at him, and he goes still.

“Oh, so an eye for an eye? Is that what the fuck you want to do, Jessica?” he pulls his fingers out of me, grasping my face with my pussy juice on his hand. “You really think I’m going to let you even dream of even leaving me?”

“Letme dream?”

“Exactly,letyoudream. Because like I said, we not standing on business about that.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” I snap, shaking.

“Since when?”

“S-since we broke up!” I stomp my foot, and he smirks.

“Adorable…” he drops to his knees and I sway on my feet, a bit tipsy. He lifts my leg, placing it on his shoulder, and he uses something to cut the crotch on my leggings, leaving me to gape at him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I growl, trying to shove him back, but he grabs my ass, shoving my pussy in his face.

“Apologizing like a good boy should,” he groans, deeply kissing my pussy while looking up at me and I hate it… I hate how much I want him…I hate how much I want this.Just looking at him down on his knees has me rubbing against his face, ready to fucking fold because my man my man my man…

“Your weak ass apologies ain’t going to be enough!” I jerk away, but he smacks my ass and I almost buckle from the pleasure that overcomes me, but I lock them knees because I have to show him this coochie don’t speak for me.

“Yell all you want, Jessica, but stay the fuck still,” he demands, looking up at me.

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