Page 27 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

mine in every way

Jessica

The car glides to a smooth stop in front of the house…

mansion? No, estate! Hell, I’on know… like can this type of wealth really exist for a college student?

But I guess it’s no point in questioning it when it’s right in my face.

I’m still not used to it and I deadass don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.

Before I can even reach for the seatbelt, Frank gently smacks my hand and gets out of the car. He comes around, opening my door, and as he reaches over to unbuckle me, he kisses me so sweetly and pulls me into his arms like I’m some delicate doll he’s scared of bruising, making my stomach flip.

He then scoops me up like I weigh nothing, cradling me against his chest, placing a dozen kisses all over my face.

“Frank!” I squeal, laughing despite clinging to his shoulders. “You don’t have to carry me every ti?—”

“Yes the fuck I do,” he raises a brow at me as if my opinion doesn’t count when it comes to this. “I always have to spoil my Little Baby like this at the bare minimum.”

God, how did I get so lucky? Everything about his man is fine as fuck and just my type.

His looks, his personality, his voice… his dick!

Mmmhmm I just cannot get enough... especially of his voice.

That low, smooth tone that always makes my heart curl deep in my belly and juices flow into my panties…

As we pass through the front doors, I glance up instinctively, and there they are. The staff… all fiddy-lem of them lined up, bowing as we enter.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Metchie!” They all speak with enthusiasm in unison, like I’m some kind of royal.

My skin prickles. I never know what to do in these moments. Smile? Nod? Hide behind Frank? Hell, maybe all of them?! I laugh awkwardly, hiding my face in Frank’s shoulder and waving.

Frank ass however doesn’t even flinch. He walks through with his back straight, not even sparing them a glance as if he’s a king, knowing this is his kingdom and carrying me like I’m the crown jewel he’s proud to flaunt.

He holds me tighter, whispering low in my ear.

“Don’t look at them. Just pay attention to Daddy.”

Ughhhh, he is so Gojo energy!

I hold him tight as he takes me upstairs, past paintings worth more than my old apartment building, into the sprawling master suite where he lays me gently in the middle of the bed and before I can move and say anything, he’s already pulling off my clothes gently and carrying me over to the en-suite, where her runs me a bath.

This man really is the truff… not truth, TRUFF!

The way he cares for me like this, as if it’s his nightly ritual to pamper me, a sacred duty…

ugh… this is every girl’s dream, and I thought this shit only existed in books, but lo and fucking behold, I got a long dick ass nigga that scrubs my back, beat my guts, and kisses me senseless. Thank you, God…

“Come here, Daddy’s pretty Little Baby,” he groans, pinking me up and carrying me over to the huge clawfoot tub, which sits like a throne in the center of the marble bathroom, regal and commanding beneath a cascading crystal chandelier. Damn… I really just can’t get used to this shit.

It has an enormous porcelain basin that gleams ivory white, big enough to drown out the day in, and deep enough to let even my tall ass disappear beneath a cloud of perfumed water, which is rare because I have never been in a tub big enough for me.

The antique gold clawfoots are sculpted like lion paws, gripping the marble floor and behind it, tall arched windows stretch nearly floor-to-ceiling, draped in gauzy curtains that flutter with the warm breeze and filter the golden afternoon light into a soft glow.

Polished brass fixtures rise like artful serpents from the side, curving into an ornate swan-shaped spout that pours water with a silent, steady grace.

When he steps inside and sits us down, I lay against his chest, taking in every decadent detail and loving how much attention he put into caring for me all the way down to the glass tray perched across from us with various oils, salts, and rose petals and shit just waiting to turn a bath into a fuck fest.

“How was your day, Little Baby?” He picks up the loofah, sponging water on me, and I hum at how nice and hot it is, along with the combination of the eucalyptus scent.

“It was good baby… how was yours? Did you miss me?” I tease, expecting him to say something freaky, but he wraps his arms around my body, holding me tight, pressing his lips along my neck.

“So fucking much, Little Baby,” he groans and I feel that shit everywhere.

“I… I missed you too,” I mutter, swallowing, heart skipping a beat.

“I’m glad, Jessica. I love when you miss me.” He licks my back and I shudder, moaning.

“W-why?” I whimper as one hand grips my titty and the other my throat.

“Because I love when you think about me… I don’t care about nobody else but you, so all I want is you to think about me twenty-four seven…”

“W-well I ha—” He gently turns my head to face him, and his lips capture mine in a kiss.

“Let a man dream, Jessica.” Damn… I really just can’t handle this man.

“I didn’t even say anything,” I murmur against his lips and he gazes at me with those sexy ass baby blues.

“You don’t even have to…” He picks me up and turns me to face him.

“I already know what this sexy ass brain of yours prioritizes, Jessica, and I hate it. That’s why I’m going to pretend that it’s me.

” My heart skips at that… because he doesn’t know how wrong he is…

as much as I love football, it’s crazy to admit, but in this short amount of time, I love Frank even more…

But for some reason, that is so embarrassing to say, so I don’t correct him.

“I love thinking I’m the one and only thing to occupy this pretty little head.” He kisses the top of my head, and my nipples harden. God, I’m so in love with him.

“And what about you? Am I t?—”

“Yes,” he growls, and my breath hitches. “You are my all, my everything, my love. I think about you and only you, and that will never change.” He runs his wet hands over my lips and just can’t take it…

The bathwater is still warm, scented with rose and cedar wood, soft steam curling around us like breath.

I’m straddling Frank’s lap, his hands anchored on my thighs, eyes glowing like embers under the dim chandelier light.

His hair is wet, slicked back, a few wild strands clinging to his temples.

His chest rises and falls fast, like he’s trying not to break me.

I don’t know what makes me say it. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the center of some violent craving. Maybe it’s the heat between us, or how deep he’s already inside me, deeper than anyone’s ever been. But I whisper it, breathless, raw…

“I really love you, Legend.”

Everything stops.

His jaw clenches.

His grip tightens.

The heat in his eyes snaps into something unholy and it’s like this nigga is struck with a bolt of lightning the way he body jolts forward and his dick shoots up along my back.

His heart starts racing, and even though we are in the tub, he starts sweating, and his eyes flicker to the point that I have to look back to see if the sun is shining on him.

“Fuck… don’t do that shit, Jessica… ” he growls almost inaudibly and I shudder, breath being sucked out of me. “Don’t call me that. You’ve already fucking ruined me.”

“Why?” I pant, feeling hot all of a sudden as the water starts sizzling around and steam bellows up from the tub.

“Because… Little Baby… naughty things will happen if you say my name like that again, so don?—”

“Lege— UGNNNNNNN!” I throw my head back, scream echoing throughout the entire bathroom when he grabs my ass and slams me down on him steel pipe hard dick, and I swear fo’ God that big mother fucker touches my ribs, knocking my spine out of alignment.

“Jessica, you want me to beat this pussy up really bad, huh?!” he snarls, and all a bitch can do is nod and curl my toes, holding on for dear life as this nigga beat my uterus into Pluto!

“LEGE—”

He doesn’t even let me finish saying his name… his dick just pulses in me hard, throbbing like a mother fucker and I gasp for air, quivering, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

His thrust are relentless as he fucks me with a savage rhythm that makes the water splash over the edge of the tub, and makes my head fall back as I scream his name again.

“LEGEND!”

I scream, his hips grinding upward, harder, rougher in a possessively punishing manner to the point of madness. And I want it. I want him like this, unhinged and hungry, like saying his true name tore him the fuck down and the only mother fucking thing that can build him back up is this pussy!

“Fuck Little Baby, say my name, say it… louder. Let that mother fucking shit echo for everyone to hear.”

“LEGE— UGGGGNNNNN AAAHHHHH!!! LEGEND! LEGEND! LEGEND! LEGEND! YESSSSS UHNNNNN FUCK ME, LEGEND! BABY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!” I cry out, trying to hold on, but I can’t because his back is slick from sweat and water, and a hot, sticky, sweet, and deliriously intoxicating scent covers the room, making me feel drunk.

“UUUGGGNNNNN FFFFUUUUCKKKKK!” I wheeze and he growls.

“Fuck, your pussy is tightening up. Fuckkkk, what’s going on, Jessica?!” he grunts and I lose my mind, breathing him in.

“I… I d-don’t know… b-but you sm-smell good…” I moan… “Yo-you smell s-so f-fucking good,” I shudder, goosebumps spreading all over my body as I deeply inhale him.

I read a lot of manga, and the way this smell is pouring off him and making my pussy throb reminds me too much of them Omega verse BL’s I read. My pussy clamps down on him so fucking tight I feel my abs bulge and it’s hard for him to move his dick in and out of me.

“Fuck, du driver mig s? skide til vanvid, lille baby! Jeg elsker dig s? h?jt! Det f?les s? godt at kneppe din fisse!” (Fuck you drive me so fucking crazy, Little Baby! I love you so much! Fuck, your pussy feels so good!)

He grits out and good fucking God! My pussy eats up whatever the fuck this nigga said in the language he said it in! I FEEL that mother fucking shit deep in my medulla oblongata!

“BABY!! PLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!!!” I sniffle, shaking, feeling his dick throb.

“FUUUUCCCKKKKK JESSICCCAAA!!!!” he roars.

“LLLLEEEGGGEEEN— UUUUUUUGGGNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDD SSSTTTTOPPPPPP STTTTOOOOOPPPPPP! AAAAHHHHHHHH! SSSTTTTTTTOOOPPPPP!!!!” I scratch at his back, my ears pop as something in me shifts, but before I can even process it, he growls and utters something.

Suddenly, the mirrors in the bathroom crack and my breath stutters as I fall, shattering hard than a son of a bitch in his arms!

“FFFUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!” he shudders and so much nut pools inside me that I damn near feel like the tub is riddled with more nut than water as both of us cling to one another, shaking.

“Baby… w-what was th-that?” I pant, swallowing, trying to catch my breath.

“Jessica, fuck baby… you don’t say my name unless you want to be laid up with a belly full of my babies… and I’m not talking about pregnancy,” he pants.

I cling to him, shaking, trembling, moaning…

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck… Little Baby, you really test me.” He kisses me, lifting me out of the tub and carrying me over to the shower without slipping or losing his balance.

He thoroughly washes me off, making sure to scrub me down before cocking my leg over his shoulder and eating my pussy before he wraps me in a thick ass plush towel and dries me off, lotions me down, and to my surprise, he pulls out a uber cute ass fluffy Mimikyu onesie with a little hood with ears.

“OH EM GEEE! MY FAVORITE POKEMON! BABY, HOW DID YOU KNOW?!” I hug it before he helps me put it on.

“I make it my business to know, Little Baby.” He kneels to slide them on my feet, then he kisses my ankle.

“There. My Little Baby is all cozy.” He scoops me up, carrying me to the bed where my favorite foods are waiting.

Chicken katsu, sweet sticky rice, seaweed snacks, and fruit cups.

Even that little matcha soda I saw on a YouTube ad when I was watching an anime recap review.

“Awww thank you, baby! Look at all of thisss!” I beam, crawling over to it and he smacks my ass and grabs my foot, pulling me back to him.