Page 96 of Bound By Lust

“GUUUNNNNNN!!! UUUUGGGNNNNN! FUCK!” I shake, scared yet hating how much this is turning my on. “B-baby! I… is th-that you!?” I stupidly call out and it… Frank… whatever the fuck is happening to me stops sucking my clit, crawls in my pussy an?—

“FRRRRAAANKKKKKKKK UGNNNNNNN!” I arch off the bed. I know Frank… I feel him… I know him… it’s him..but how?I… is it some cosplay toy again?

“AHHHHHHHH!” I scream as my pussy is licked from the inside, and oh fucking God, it’s as if it’s touching, massaging, and rubbing all over my walls. “UGNNNNN. MORE! MORE!” I cry out with tears in my eyes.

When my pussy clamps down on whatever it is, it stops moving, but my pussy pulses like it’s clenching aroundsomething…it’s not empty. I grip the sheets and bare down, shaking, pussy throbbing.

“FRANNNKKKKKKKK!” I scream, hips rolling up while my orgasm crashes through me in waves, the thing… Frank keeps sending me crashing over and over again.I’m wrecked.I lay there, chest heaving, heart racing lying here in the dark, eyes wide, too stunned to even move.What the fuck was that?

“Am I losing my mind?” I whisper into the darkness.

It was too perfect to be a dream, too intense to be my imagination. My pussy is buzzing and so wound up it quivers as if something isinsideandalivein it. I squirm, whimpering, fists clutching the sheets.

Fuck…I’m going crazy… I lift my head and look at the wet, twisted sheets and flop back.Fuck…

I crawl under the covers until I drift into sleep with my body spent, fingers laced over sheets, pussy still pulsing even in my dreams.

I step out onto the turf, breathing in the morning air as I close my eyes, stretching, feeling oddly light even though all throughthe night I kept cumming from thinking about Frank sucking on my clit…God, what the hell is wrong with me?!

I thought I would be tired this morning but, God I always feel alive when the turf is under my cleats and there’s sweat on my back before the sun even hits its peak.

Boxers have a ring, entertainers a stage, and chefs a kitchen. Me, I have the field. This is where I shine! Not behind a podium, and not in a designer blazer. Here, under stadium lights, muscles burning, breath ragged, all while knocking big ass mother fucking niggas out like the bad bitch I am!

Today they will know Jessica Hurts. Today I will show everyone who doubted me just how much I’m built for this.

I jog onto the field, cleats biting into the turf, and roll my shoulders loose as the other players start filtering in, but I don’t give a damn about them. Today is aboutme!The training segment of the media blitz is what I’ve been waiting on. It’s where the cameras get to see what we really do. Not just sound bites and photo ops. Nah, today is about can you put your money where your mouth is and REALLY fucking hang.Do you have the grit? The hustle? The determination?

Hell yeah I do!

As I jog, hyping myself up, I spotTek and Duval both stretching by the west end zone like they didn’t just make my social life a minefield. As I jog their way, Tek doesn’t even look at me. His eyes remain forward, and his jaw remains tight.

Fine.It’s not that I’m going tobeghim to talk to me, but I’m not going to lie, I’m a little bit sad that he’s treating me like this, but what can I do?

I jog past them, fully expecting neither of them to talk to me, but to my shock Duval saunters over and starts jogging next to me with a grin on his face.Ugh here we go…

“What, asshole?”

“Damn, Arctic Beauty, relax. I was just coming over to give you props,” he defends, eyes dragging up and down like he’s evaluating my form. “You trying to outshine everybody before we even run the first drill?” he questions and I side eye the hell out of him, shook. Did this nigga just give me a compliment?That’s weird… suspicious.

“Uhm, thanks, I guess.” I narrow my eyes at him and he grins.

“Nah, I’m being for real, Jess. You’re killing it. I even watched your press run. You rocked it,” he voices and I’m caught completely off guard before I stop dead in my tracks, panting a bit, staring at him with my hands on my hips, sizing him up.

“What is it? Do you need to borrow some money or something? Because I ain’t got it,” I glare jokingly, and he burst out laughing.

“What?” he chuckles. “Hell no, I’m just telling you how I feel.”

“Fuck all that. I’on trust you.”

“You can trust me, Jess,” he snorts and I raise a brow.

“And why is that?”

“To put it simply, because I value my life.” To say I roll my eyes at him is an under-fucking statement.

“What? You think I’ll beat you up or something? Because I will… hell, I think I snapped your neck atleastthirty times in my head since I’ve known you.” I give him a pointed look and he laughs. His demeanor is easy, and even warm. Just for a second, I forget we used to be on opposite sides of everything. It’s weird… but I’m actually starting towarm upto him. “You seem different,” I tell him.

“Oh? Is that in a good way or a bad way?” he asks and I give him a quick once over.

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