Page 16 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

“F-AH-FR-AH! UGNNN! WA-AHH! SH-S…” I can’t get a complete fucking word out, so I just tremble violently in his arms, clawing for air.

“Jessica!” He leans hard on me, pressing me into the wall, his thrusts choppy, his mouth on my neck. “Fuck!” he grunts, thrusting with each word breath sounding ragged as fuck as if he needs me as if he needs this pussy.

“UUGGNNN FRANK BABY!” I drag my nails across his back, ripping his back the fuck up, but that just makes him fuck me harder.

“Jessica!” Thrust. “Jessica!” Thrust. “Je-ssica… fucking son of a bitch! Jessica!” he starts wheezing like Koffing just evolved, fucking me so hard I swear fo’ God the plane is rocking.

“FRAAAAANKKKK! YESSS, DADDY I LOVE YOUUUUUU! I— OH FUCKKKKK YES, I LOVE YOUUUUU!”

Hearing me say I love you makes him go crazy as fuck in my pussy with wild abandon. I can’t think, I can’t see, I can’t breathe. All I can and do, is him…

“Jessica!” Thrust. “Jessica!” Thrust thrust. “Jessica!” Thrust. “Jessica! Jessica!” Thrust thrust. “Jessica, Jessica, Jessica! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” he roars, shaking, spilling and spurting inside me in droves.

Blinding lights fill my vision and I rasp, chocking audibly on my spit, clenching around him in them gripper grippers, and I shake, cumming, gasping in short breaths from how intensely he was fucking me just now.

I felt everything so immensely, like each thrust was intentional and full of deep, searing hot love. It leaves me cumming even after his dick goes semi soft inside of me and we are huffing with the water turning deliciously cool on our hot skin.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “I want more,” he rasps, dick getting hard, and I whine, but he massages my ass and I swallow, sagging against him.

“Please please, with a cherry on top,” he kisses down my neck, sucking on the now purple hickie he brutally made on my shoulder.

It hurts like a son of a bitch, but when he licks it, it makes my clit tighten.

“Ba-baby…” I try to deny him, I really do but…

“Please… big mama,” he begs, and call me origami because this nigga folds me so effortless and I see why Latto said he get me wet when he call me big mama…

damn. I nod and when I say this mother fucker goes to town!

I just let him fuck me, lying limp than a mother fucker as he rails the fuck out of me, cum swirling around in my insides, making such filthy sounds.

I don’t know how many times I cum… or better, yet how many times he nuts inside of me, but my belly bloats from the cum and my lips sting from how much he sucks and kisses them. My clit and pussy are sore to the point I can’t walk by the time he’s done hours later…

“Lift your arms, Little Baby,” he demands, and I immediately try to follow instructions, but my arms are like jelly so he does it for me.

I sit there like what skeleton, body gone, letting him clean both of us before he scoops me into his arms and we finally step out the shower.

He dries me off and puts me on a super-soft, muted grey track suit and some Jordans that are so damn comfortable on the inside.

I’m high key embarrassed because I KNOW these people heard us in there. We landed literal hours ago!

OMG! He puts on a matching outfit and as always, picks me up so effortlessly and carries me off the jet and to an all-black car with deep-tinted windows waiting for us.

From the jet, I knew Frank was wealthy, but I really knew his level of wealth after seeing a driver waiting outside for us in the cold with a Rolls Royce and Frank ass just hops right on inside and sets me on his lap without a care in the world.

Sitting in the car, he gently massages any parts of me he can reach and my heart sputters.

The confidence and intention he has in everything he does set me on fire.

He’s just so attractive to me. His walk, his talk, his attitude, all of it screams big dick energy and I am here for all of it.

Hell, if I were those girls on campus, I’d be mad too.

To have a man fuck you the way Frank fucks and then try to leave? I get it, but sorry to those girls… because this one is mine.

And any bitch that would tell me to break up with my rich nigga with eleven inches is either hating or tryna fuck him, so they can be mad all they want, but Frank don’t have to know that.

I said I wasn’t going to forgive him for missing my game and ghosting me, but fuck all that shit…

I’m going to take this L on the fucking chin and move the fuck on along.

“Baby,” he massages my hands, kissing each of them.

“Yes baby?” moan lazily, enjoy his touch.

“I want you to describe whoever put their hands on you as well as how, when, and where.” He pulls me to him and glances at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Why?”

“For research purposes, of course.” He smirks, kissing my lips. What the hell kind of research he need to do with the people who I could give two shits about? But I shrug because it’s not my business if they get told the fuck off by the mother fucker they was capping so hard for.

“Okay.”

“Good girl.” He holds up a hand, calls someone, and places them on speaker.

“I’m listening.” A silky smooth, almost tired sounding but sexy voice comes through.

“Go on, Little Baby, and tell Daddy in detail who had the fucking audacity to touch what’s mine,” he sneers sinisterly and I shudder, this the type of energy that’ll make my coochie throb.

As I go into detail about how, when, and where they bumped into me and what they said to me, the intensely pissed off look on his face is just does it for me.

With his elbow propped up on the door and head resting on his fisted hand, he stares at me unwaveringly, and I swear I sense just by his stare alone, he’ll devour me.

“Got it. I’ll make sure this is handled,” the voice on the phone affirms.

Frank hangs up and continues to stare at me, and I feel awkward. For him, it might not seem like such a long time, but for me, it’s been ages since I was with him like this.

“What’s on your mind, Little Baby?”

“You,” I voice quickly, and he raises a brow, smirking, reaching out, running his hand over my lips.

“What about me?”

“Several things.”

“Tell me one.”

“Uhm… like I’m wondering what you’re going to do to the people once you find them,” I ask honestly, and he looks me up and down curiously.

“Hurt them.”

“Oh…”

“Why? Are you sad or going to try and stop me?” He grabs my ass and I shake my head, leaning into him, sucking his lip into my mouth, gently suckling on it.

“Nope, what you do to them ain’t none of my business. As long as you’re not fucking, kissing, or encouraging them, I’ll stay in my lane,” I tell him, and his eyes flash.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“Hot enough to let me cum again?”

“Haha, you’re really trying to make up for the ones you missed before Japan, huh?”

“Yup besides, you’re the one that missed my game. You should have been the one on punishment, not me!”

“But Little Baby, you’re the one who claimed Daddy was with another woman when I was lying on my sickbed!

I think that deserves a bit of punishment, no?

” he rebuts, and I go still, pausing with no comeback.

Damn him, he really is taking this serious even though he’s the mother fucker that ate my ass the entire rest of the plane ride, and played with my pussy like he was Mozart and my clit was the piano keys!

I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

“I did, but that was your fault for hiring such a shitty housekeeper,” I let him know and he smirks.

“Yeah, but I repented for that already. You haven’t.” He kisses my shoulder, humming.

“And how did you do that?”

“I sent her off to a very far-off place. She will never come between us again. You have my word Little Baby.” He cups my face. I kiss his hand and lean into him, sighing, understanding why three days of not having this felt like a lifetime.

Frank really is it for me… I never want this to end.