Page 18 of Bound By Lust

“No crazier than you thinking I’d cheat on you or ghost you. Hell, what you’re saying is even crazier to me,” he reels back appalled, and I sigh, rubbing my head, trying to figure out whether I believe him or not.

“First off, we’re not married,”

“We are,” he interjects and I ignore him.

“Second, you can’t swear on something that doesn’t exist.”

“Yet,” he states, and I bypass his ridiculousness.

“And three, I’m still not sure I should believe you.”

“But you should… pretty please,” he begs, and I glance over to him, tired.

“I want to believe you, b?—”

“What if I show you the cameras in our home as proof?”Wait… cameras?

“C-cameras?” I stammer and he nods excitedly, pulling out a different phone from the one I’m used to seeing him with. “Did you get a new phone?”

“Y-yes… the other one cracked, which is why I couldn’t respond to your message about us being d— Ugh,” he gags.What the hell?“About us being do— Ugh…” he gags again and huffs. “I can’t even say the words. It literally churns my stomach, Little Baby. It’s painful! That’s why you have to take it back!” he pouts and I want to muff his ass for being so damn dramatic, but ugh…he’s cute as hell.“But anyway, see?! Look here!” He types in a code and slides the bar on his display to the date when we were at his house. He holds up the phone to me and my eyes go wide as hell. “LOOK, HERE IS MY PROOF!”

“Fuuuuccckkkk!” I pause my thoughts when the video comes on. I see and I hear myself on the screen moaning loud as fuck. I cut my gaze to Frank, seeing his eyes go wide as hell, devouring the video where and look back at his horn as he lays passed the fuck out.Oh hold the fuck on! Hold the fuckkkk onnn!!!!

In the video, I’m looking at the horn like I’m trying figure out something as I poke it before looking at him laid out on the floor. To my fucking HORROR, instead of helping him up as he lays there, I watch in mother fucking 4K as I turn my Black ass and go to fuckingworkon that thing, moaning like a bitch in heat. Frank does a double-take and starts watching the video with his mouth agape.

I watch a-fucking-ghast as I whimper and moan loud as fuck on his phone. “Oooo! Frank! Yess?—”

“JESSICA!” He turns his eyes to me with a look of betrayal and I snatch the phone and chuck that son of a bitch across the plane, face burning hot than a mother fucker.

“I… okay, I believe you!” I mutter embarrassed, but by the way this mother fucker is staring, I can tell he’s thinking something wild.

“I don’t know… I need to do some more research on what the hell else you did to my horn!” He goes to get the phone but I jerk his ass back down, fanning my face.

“I. Said. I. Believe. You!” I grit out, and he grins, wiggling his brows.

“Well, if I recall, I was told I’d be able to kiss your ass and have my way with you if I told you where I was. Now that that’s settled…” He stands quickly with me in his lap, and before I know it, I’m kneeling on the seat backwards, clutching the headrest.What?

“What the hell are you doing?!” I shout as he grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them apart before blowing on my booty hole.

“I’m about to eat. Duh, Jessica,” he rolls his eyes and I screech, holding on for dear life as he sticks out his tongue and takesa long, hearty mother fucking swipe, growling like a bear while massaging my ass cheeks.

“Frank!” I grit, panting as he groans, smacking his lips, moaning. “Baby, please, j-just… do w-we have t-to do this here?” I whine and he nods, eating my ass.

“I was promised ass if I told the truth, Jessica!” He pops up, eyes heavily lidded. “Now you’re going to either let me eat it or fuck it, but regardless, I’m sticking some part of me inside of it.” He sets his face firm and my mouth pops open because he can’t be fucking for real right now,but knowing him, he is!

“I…”

“I’m warning you, Little Baby, if you don’t choose one,” he trails off in warning and I feel his thumb gently press against my asshole, making me quiver. “I can guarantee this fat ass dick will have this asshole gaping for weeks,” I hear behind me, but the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I know I’m treading on dangerous waters.

So before this mother fucker makes good on his promise, I turn my happy ass around and bend the fuck over, biting my lip as he continues eating my ass like Jhené Aiko said, making all types of nasty noises that have my pussy leaking his cum and my pussy juice on these expensive ass private seats.

“Baby, the seats!”

“Soak ’em, baby. Put your pussy juice all over them so I can smell it whenever I get on,” he speaks while his face is between my ass and I whimper.

“Fuckkk,” I whine, but I can’t lie and say I’m not turned the fuck on right now by how much he’s showing me he desires me. I feel my pussy clamp up tighter than a mother fucker, throbbing like this bitch got her own heartbeat or some shit as my eyes roll to the back of my head, ready to freefall when he stops. “What?!” I spin quickly and see him sucking on his fingers, humming. “I… I didn’t cum!” I shout, and he smirks.

“You’re on punishment for daring to think Daddy would ever let another bitch touch what’s yours.” He scoops me into his arms as I blink in disbelief, heart racing, pussy sobbing. Hell, weboffsobbing at this point, but I don’t even care. I just feel such relief… such joy… such happiness to have this shit behind us.

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