Page 7 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

head to head

Jessica

Pain and pleasure wash over me when I’m startled awake from my ears popping. I glance down to see Frank is sitting at my feet, face buried in my pussy while watching a movie on his phone. When he feels me stirs, his deep blue eyes lock on mine and he sits up with a smile, face full of cum.

“Good morning, baby! Did you sleep well?” he asks, and I open my mouth to answer, but my throat croaks.

“I… water…” I clear it and his eyes light up as he spreads my legs, attaches his whole lips to my pussy, and sucks an ungodly amount of cum from me before he sits up to kiss me.

“Hea!” He opens his mouth and I’m shook when I see a mouth full thick cum waiting as if he wants me to drink it. My sore pussy clenches and my sucked raw nipples tingle as I narrow my eyes at him.

“Wa-ter!” I demand, but he frowns, pointing at his mouth.

“Bub thib ish bedda!”

“WA-TER!” I growl and he screws up his lips, rolling his eyes before spreading my legs again. “Wait! W-what are you doing?!”

“Whab do you mean, baby? I’m pubtig ib back where ib belongs,” he voices, cum sliding from his lips onto my pussy in thick globs as he rubs and slathers it all over my pussy with an evil grin as he reaches over and presses a button.

“Wh—” I don’t have the opportunity to ask him what the hell he’s doing because an older woman comes in with a tray that has a lone bottle of water and a glass cup of ice.

“Milady, your order.” She holds it out to me and I stare, looking from her to Frank, kind of shook, but apparently I’m the only one because Frank ass goes back to eating my pussy and watching his movie.

My heart does somersaults in my chest because this isn’t normal, right? I’m not fucking tripping, huh? I’m the normal one in this fucked up situation, I’m sure of it, so why the fuck is life just going by casually?

“Th-ugn- thanks,” I moan and she smiles, setting the tray down, uncapping the bottle and pouring the water while this man hungrily grabs my waist, stuffing his tongue so far up my pussy I go cross eyed, gripping the seats, body shaking, but just as I’m about to cum, he pulls back and begins licking around my pussy, making me gasp for air.

“ST-STOP!” I shout, gasping for breath, and he looks up from between my legs, grinning.

I am dying… my body feels like it’s going to explode at any moment. I can’t take this anymore.

“Nigga, if you don’t fucking s-stop! My coochie got its own heartbeat! I can’t take this!” I whine, shuddering when my insides tighten, oozing his nut, wishing for something to latch onto.

“Jessica, if you keep calling me that, I’m sure the world will cancel you. Or did you forget I am a white man?” I glare at him, working my jaw and muffing his head because he’s really playing with me. My heart is racing so fast it’s hindering my breathing.

Imagine having your ass and pussy ate to the fucking gristle while a man feeds you nut when you said you was thirsty but pulls back every time your pussy even tremors while blowing on your clit and booty hole!

“Uuuugggnnnn!” I have run many miles up and down plenty of fields, and yet I have never felt this thirsty.

I snatch up the glass of water the stewardess set down next to me and down that son of a bitch, slurping up a chunk of ice, wanting to crunch on it, but as soon as the ice hits my feverish mouth, it melts!

Damn… I pant, wiping sweat from my brow, swallowing. I want to cum so bad. “Stooooppp!”

“Stop what, Little Baby?” He raises a brow, licking the cum off my pubic hair.

“Frank I swear to G?—”

“Jessica! I hate it!” he growls out of nowhere, and I narrow my eyes at him.

“Hate fucking what?” I try to move my legs, but he puts them bitches in a vice grip, and I’on care how much I try to move, they’re locked the fuck in place.

“I hate when you mention other men in front of me!” he curls his lip and I narrow my eyes because he’s gone and fucking done it. He’s lost his mind.

“What man did I mention?!” I grit out and he pouts, deflating and looking up. My mouth drops the fuck open because I know he’s not talking about… this man ain’t talking about My Lord and Savior! I rebuke him! “You are being ridiculous and petty!” I seethe, but he shrugs.

“You know what you said, and it hurts my feelings, Jessica!” He holds back tears and ugh, I look away because he’s adorable when he cries, and I fucking hate him.

“So, it’s okay for you not to show up for my game and do all this, but you get mad when I say or do the smallest thing?! You’re toxic as hell.” I curl my lip. He pouts and stands, dick flopping along his thigh before he places it into his sweats.

Quickly, he scoops me up and sets me into his lap, facing him, placing gentle kisses on my lips.

“I would NEVER EVER intentionally hurt you like that, baby. You are my everything, my life, my soul and for you to even consider at any point that I would ever fucking miss your game on purpose is the problem.”

“I…”

“No, fuck that Jessica. You know me,” his voice booms with emotion as he grasps my face, staring into my eyes.

“I fucking told you that you are the only girl I’ve ever claimed as mine.

We’re locked the fuck in. I don’t know what you assumed, but I wasn’t joking when I said you’re my wife.

” He lifts my chin to look up at him, and I swear my heart melts.

“You’re mine, Little Baby, and everything that is important to you is important to me. ”

“But that maid said?—”

“You never have to worry about her or any other person under my employ. They all know who the fuck you are, and if they don’t know I’ll make them know.

Believe me, baby, you are everything to me.

I knew you were mine at first sight… I would never do anything to jeopardize that…

” All anger dissipates and as I stare at him, I feel small.

“Baby…” He kisses my cheek before moving down seductively to kiss me on my neck.

“Please believe me,” he whimpers, and much like any other time in Frank’s arms, I’m cared for, loved, and on top of the world.

The craziest part is I know he would never do anything to hurt me, but I allowed my past to haunt me and assume the worst. It didn’t help that other women were popping up, and the crazy news that Wanda and Skylar revealed…

I need to call a spade a spade… I wasn’t mad at all. I was hurt because what I truly wanted … no, I desperately wanted was for him to be there cheering me on in the stands and not seeing him there hurt me beyond words. I really…

Frank gasps in horror, and my eyes flutter in surprise when something wet rolls down my face. I look down, and almost in slow motion, I see a tear fall, but he reaches out and catches it, holding it tight in his hand.

Wait… am I crying… me?

I never cry! I’m one of those built Ford tough bitches. I’m the “You go low, I go to hell” typa bitch… I. Don’t. Cry! Not when that coach grabbed my ponytail and tried to shove his dick down my throat when I asked if I could have more time on the field.

Not when my parents didn’t show up for my games, not when guys bullied me and called me a dude because I liked football and girls called me a dyke because they were jealous that I was friends with their boyfriends.

I just joked all that shit off, went home, watched anime, and went on about my business.

But as tears flood from my eyes, I’m lost and full of distress because I don’t know how to stop them… even though I want them to stop, it’s like a faucet has been turned on and someone has come in and purposefully broken the handle to shut it off.

I cover my face, ashamed of these tears… ashamed of these tears and sad at the emotions I’ve buried so deep inside of me that well up and bubble over as my few tears turn to sobs of grief, anger, and frustration.

“I… I just w-wanted y-you t-to b-be th-there fa me!” I cry heartbroken, and the sound that escapes him is unearthly.

The sheer look of dread on his face… his mouth pops open, and he clutches his chest in pain.

“Baby…” He pulls me into his arms.

“I just really really wanted you there,” I sniffle.

“It was important to me… I waited and waited and I just… I d-don’t know…

I just knew you would come… but wh-when you didn’t I—” He hugs me against him so tight I feel like he’ll squeeze my insides out of me.

His heart is beating so hard and fast that I can feel it.

His hands are shaking and even though his dick is very much so hard, he’s not even trying to rub it on me.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers, holding me close. “Fuck baby, I’m so fucking sorry. I would never purposely do anything to hurt you. You are my everything, please believe me.” His voice breaks as he holds me tight, still trembling.

“Th-then tell me, where were you?!” I demand, but there’s no response, making me think the worst. “Exactly! You were probably with some other bitch!” I shove him off, but he doesn’t budge. In fact, his eyes are lit with ire, and he grows hot.

“Don’t you ever in your fucking life say some stupid shit like that to me again! Do you understand, Jessica?!” he growls, sending chills down my spine. Coochie you had BETTER the fuck NOT purr! A little pussy juice seeps from me and I groan at the betrayal.

Me: Oooo lowly whore!

Coochie: Speak for yourself! I’m attached to you.

Me: Bitch.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Jessica…” he grits out and I bite my lip.

“There will be fucking hell to pay if I hear you say that I would cheat on my wife with some nothing ass bitch that ain’t even worth the dirt between my toe nails,” he scowls.

Damn… not the dirt between his toe nails…

if he was with another woman I’d feel bad for the bitch, but damn… haha, that’s a bit much.