Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

Frank

Sighing, I sit under the shaded oak tree, reading over my precious diary entry from this morning while constantly checking the time, groaning. Jessica has about forty-five more minutes of class left. More than likely, she won’t finish and leave earlier, but still… I’m miserable. I should have just told her to skip with me… but the thought of my baby feeling guilty because she missed class. Nope, I’ll take being miserable just to make her feel better.

But what am I supposed to do during the time that I can’t be with her? Should I have just had a camera installed in her classes?

My phone vibrates next to me, causing me to set my diary aside.

“What?”

“Boss, you have to help me!” Tony whines on the phone. “I’m absolutely drowning and getting beat down by phone calls from disgruntled women for you!”

“Oh? Did they see I shut my roster off?”

“Yes! How could you lie like that? You told me you’d finish your roster, but you shut it down without notice an?—”

“What can I say? My dick wouldn’t get hard no matter how hard I tried,” I sigh, thinking about this morning after I left my wife’s house and went to meet my client, who has a fetish for being fucked by chicks with dicks.

“You… wait, huh?” he snorts in disbelief, and I glance up at the trees, feeling empty because Jessica is not next to me.

“Yup. My last client this morning. I had to finish her off with my fingers and paddles to the ass. I couldn’t fuck her. My dick just won’t get hard for anyone but her,” I finish. This time was different because she kind of looked a bit like my baby, so I was at least able to get it up.

“Wait! So you’re telling me the fucking ie had erectile dysfunction?”

“No, I’m telling you I have Jessica dysfunction,” I correct him.

“Really? So it’s this fucking Jessica person again? Who the fu?—”

“Tony?” I interrupt, saving his life.

“Yeah…”

“Don’t fuck with me about mine.”

“I’m sorry, Boss…”

“Tell that to her face when you meet her,” I growl.

“Yes sir.”

“Anyway, what do you want again? I’m busy. I was just starting to read a book about my wife.” I cock my head in annoyance, running my thumb over my baby’s name.

“Sir, I was just telling you that the calls have gotten out of hand. Please do something.”

“What can I do? I’m retired,” I answer, smiling when a minute passes because I’m a minute closer to seeing her.

“I did, and that only made them cry harder! Please just fuck some of them a?—”

“No.”

“But Boss… you can use the money to take your wi?—”

“I don’t give a fuck about the money. What I care about is having time for my baby. In fact, I’m going to start going to church! I want to be cleansed, and I’m claiming myself as a born-again virgin for Jessica.”

“A born again… wait, you can do that?” he asks, stupefied, and I nod.

“Yup, I looked it up. It said I can abstain from sexual activity after having previously engaged in it with the intention of marriage… starting tonight, I’ll be abstaining from sex, and I’m a virgin again,” I profess, but he says nothing.

“B-but Boss… with the amount of pussy you’ve dug in, I don’t think that’s possible,” he voices indecorously.

“I won’t fucking repeat myself!” I growl.

“Yes, sir. My apologies, sir.”

“Whatever. If you have nothing else to say, I’m hanging up.” I give him the courtesy because he’s been my assistant at the club for a while.

“A-actually Boss… th-the big bosses wanted to meet with you about your job change,” he stammers, and I raise a brow.

“Oh? What would they want to talk about? I don’t think me changing to a waiter is that big of a deal to warrant Dustin and Rafe wanting to see me.”

“Sir, with all due respect, if I could speak candidly...”

“Go on.”

“Well… it’s a major deal! You net the club millions of dollars monthly with that unfairly big dick of yours. The women you cater to aren’t the newbies trying to get broken in. You deal with the particularly nasty ones who have a penchant for the rough and kinky shit.

Not to mention your looks are top tier with your flawless ability to enact and switch up perfectly to the client’s needs. I’m not surprised the big bosses are stepping in. They are probably hoping to get you to change your mind,” he voices desperately.

“I won’t, though,” I rebut plainly, and he sighs, exasperated.

“I know, but still, I’m sure they will at least try,” he exclaims and I close my eyes as Jessica comes to mind and I drown him out, falling asleep since I didn’t get much rest because I watched her all night long. “Boss, are you listening?”

“No.”

“God,” he groans. “You’re killing me.”

“Whatever. I’ll call when I have time for the meeting,” I hang up and doze off.

When I sense a presence come up to me, I quickly sit up, ready to pull out my gun, but I pause when the wind blows, and ever so fucking slightly, I catch a whiff of my wife’s perfume… Hold it in… hold it in…

“, how are you even adorable when you sleep in the elements?” I hear her chuckle. “Oh, the notebook will rip,” she whispers, trying to take the diary, but I take her hand quickly, heart racing as my eyes spring open, startling her. “! I… uhm… I’m sorry I… I wasn’t tr-trying to p…”

“Jessica! I missed you,” I smile as I discreetly slide the diary under the blanket and pull her into my arms, holding her tight.

“I missed you too,” she relaxes, slinging her arm around my waist, putting me in sheer fucking heaven. “But more than that, did you seriously wait here this entire time?” she sweetly asks, looking up at me, and I grit my teeth try not to get hard staring down at the most beautiful being on this earth.

“Yes, I was just resting because I was tired,” I lie. I wanted to wait for you… I know my baby hates calculus and would leave class early. But I wanted to be there waiting. How could I be so reckless and make her look for me?

“Aww, how adorable. I…” she pauses, looking around at the sons of bitches watching us and pouts, and I fucking hate the mother fuckers who take away my baby’s smile. “W-why don’t we move? People are staring at us again,” she murmurs, trying to get up, but I pull her tighter to me and roll over, getting on top of her as my hair flutters on either side of her like a golden halo. Jesus! She’s a fucking angel! “Fr-!” Her eyes widen and her lips part as I lean in, lips grazing hers, looking into her eyes.

“Only focus on me,” I gently place a kiss on her nose, hearing a gasp. “Only you matter, so let them stare,” I shrug and she shakes her head.

“You… you always know how to surprise me,” she beams up at me, lifting her hand, placing my hair behind my ear. Lord have mercy. I’m but a humble servant. How could he lay such temptation before me and will me not to fucking EAT?! “OH!” her eyes go wide again. “Your water bottle is poking me again.” SHIT! Quickly I stand and regrettably pull her up, begging my “water bottle” to stop acting fucking up!

“How about a drive?” I ask, quickly putting my things away, stuffing the diary as far into my bag as possible before I take her things. Or, well… I try to, but she resists giving the bag up, staring at me with worried eyes.

“The drive is okay, but my bag is heavy. I can carry it,” she warns me, looking down at my hand with a frown. “I don’t want you to break a nail.” She blinks and I beam at how damn adorable she is as I take her hand and snatch the bag from her. She panics, thinking I’ll drop it or some shit, but she doesn’t know I could pick her up without breaking a fucking sweat, nails or not. “Wait, your na?—”

“They are press ons Jessica. Leave it alone and come on.” I pull her alongside me to my Aston Martin which has her pausing, mouth open until I set our bags in the trunk and help her inside before going to the driver’s side and getting in. What’s the point of marveling over something that already belongs to you? Silly Jessica!

“Damn! This car is bad. I almost feel bad sitting in it,” she laughs as she runs her hand over the smooth seats.

“I’ll send you the title tonight,” I tell her as I push the start button and back out.

“, what the heck am I supposed to do about your jokes?” she chuckles, sitting back.

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Marry me?” I smirk, dead fucking serious as she throws her head back laughing. Not gonna lie, it’s breaking my heart a little that her immediate answer isn’t, “Yes, , I’ll marry you, let you fuck all three holes, and have your babies… This is what the fuck I get for trying to play it fucking cool. But whatever. I watch as she turns on the radio and grows excited, lifting my mood.

“Oh, I like this song! Come on , sing with me!” she grins.

I glance at her as she sings off-key to Sucker by The Jonas Brothers, and I can’t help but sing with her at the top of my lungs, meaning every word, even though she’s only singing for entertainment. It’s true… I’m a sucker for her and all the things no one knows about her.

It’s so hard to take my eyes off her. This girl literally takes my breath away, and this song perfectly encapsulates how I feel about her…I want her, I NEED her…

I force my eyes off her to keep from crashing this mother fucking vehicle that I don’t give a shit about, but my baby is precious cargo. I need to keep her safe, so despite wanting to watch her rock out to all the songs coming on, I do the responsible thing. Maybe I need to invest in a self-driving car so I can eat her pussy while on the road. Yeah… that’s the perfect idea!

“, what’s on your mind?” her sweet voice comes to me over the music.

“You,” I respond truthfully.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m always thinking about you.” I reach over, placing my hand on her thigh, gently squeezing it, and I see her glance over to me, chewing the precious lip I’ll suck on later.

“, you are way too sweet,” she sighs and places her hand on mine, causing my heart to thump so fucking hard in my chest heart I clutch it wondering if I’m dying, but the stupid action causes the car to swerve, nearly smashing into another, but I jerk it in time. When she lets out a scream, I glance to the side to see a big ass Mac truck coming toward us, blowing its horn.

My brain isn’t even working properly. All I know is I need to make sure she is okay. Fuck me. My baby is in the car, and she’s got a whole fucking career ahead of her, like fucking hell I’ll be the reason that ends! I shift gears and gun the gas, looking back as I drive backward, avoiding all the cards blowing and honking at us while she screams at the top of her lungs.

“Fuck!” I place my hand out, protecting her even though I made sure her seatbelt was on tight, holding her in place while we swerve before shifting the car, making us come to a hard-ass and abrupt stop.

I see her hyperventilating and I can’t even fucking think as I undo my seatbelt, come around, and yank the door open so hard I hear the metal crack as if it wants to come apart, but fuck all that. I need to get to my baby. I lean in and snatch her seatbelt off, scooping her into my arms, holding her tight as I rub her back to soothe.

“I’m so?—”

“LEARN HOW TO DRIVE, FUCKING IDOTS!” I hear on the side of the road before I see a drink flying at us, and Jessica gasps as it gets on her foot!

“REALLY?! CAN TODAY GET AN—” I cut her off with a kiss to those pretty lips. No tongue. Just a kiss regular and tender as fuck kiss, but it sets me on fucking fire.

When she finally calms down and left shaking and crying in my arms, I close my eyes, feeling like shit. I grit my teeth, pissed at myself. How could I make such a careless mistake?! My heart aches, but fuck this son of a bitch! I want to rip it out for making me scare my wife like that.

“I’m sorry, baby.” I place a kiss on the top of her head and she finally looks at me.

“A… are y-you okay?” she asks sweetly.

I want to shout, “fuck me, I’m good!” But I’m not going to do that to my girl. My baby needs to be handled with care. She’s more delicate than she looks.

“I’m fine, but I’m worried about you,” I tell her, and my throat closes when I see her lip wobble. I fucking hate this… I want to spoil her and show her how much I desire her. I want to woo her and let her know that I absolutely want to break the walls out of her pussy while caring for her.

I never want my baby to feel like this.

“I… I’m o-okay, but you… uhm, don’t seem too well. I think we sh-should go ba?—”

“Jessica… please! No. I want to be with you,” I plead, making her eyes go wide before looking away shyly.

“O-okay,” she whispers, and my heart kicks into overdrive. I take her hand, kissing it before gently placing her back in her seat and latching her seatbelt on before getting into the car myself.

“Thank you, beautiful.”

“What are you thanking me for? You’re the one taking me out,” she chuckles as I grasp the steering wheel tight.

“For being here with me…” I tell her honestly. Her lips part, and I see her heart rate pick up through the soft flesh I’ve slit on others a countless number of times.

“, you are too much,” she groans, placing her head in her hands.

“On the contrary, Jessica. I don’t think I’m enough when I’m with you,” I tell her, holding tight and never wanting to let it go, and she sighs prettily.

Wow, I’m the luckiest man on earth. I think to myself as I pull out my phone behind her back.

#7 : HJL897 get me everything

Idiot #3 : Give me 3 hours. I’ll do it after my listening to my videos

#7 : your videos. You have fifteen, asshole.

Idiot #4 : What happened? You don’t normally ask for stuff like this.

#7 : Some asshole disrespected my wife.

Idiot #1 :

Idiot #2 :

Idiot # 6 :

Idiot # 5 : I snuffed out his candle for you little bro!

Idiot #3 : this is bullying. Fine if I must .

#7 :

I might be the luckiest man, but someone is going to fucking pay.