Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

Frank

Who knew heaven and hell could exist in one place? Massaging her, I watch her trembling muscles take the beating I’m giving them, but the shit is sexy as hell. My baby moans, egging me the fuck on and making me hard as a brick. But fuck that shit. My baby enjoying my hands on her body is setting me the fuck off.

“Fr-, r-right there,” she whines as my hands work her upper hamstring right under the cuff of her tight ass. Damn, I want her to say that while riding my dick, though the second she does, I’d truly lose my shit and lock her away for good.

“Where? Right here?” I murmur through my teeth as I gently press my thumbs up and down her adductor muscle.

“Yeeessss!” she shudders. She’s fucking killing me. I need more…

Using both hands, I massage her sore muscles, but I also make sure I spread her pussy and asshole, committing every mother fucking crease and crevice to memory. I don’t know If I should be praying Dear God or Dear Glory but someone is getting called on while I worship this ass. Dear Jessica. I close my eyes and put my hands together at the scene that plays before me.

Our savior, who art in heaven, Jessica by thy na ? —

A sharp pang hits my chest, sending me staggering. FUCK!

“I… is everything okay?” she asks, and I take a deep breath, pounding my chest and clearing my throat.

“Yes,” I lie and continue working her hamstring before sliding the palm of my hand down the middle of her hamstrings because if I go and spread her ass again… No, I shouldn’t because if I see it again… I’ma eat. I will shove my face so far up her pussy she wouldn’t know where she starts and I end.

Instead, I switch up and fist my hands to knead her gluteus muscle, right where her sexy ass dimples are. I knead the fuck out hamstrings and calves, sweat dripping down my nose, straining as I listen to her sexy ass groans and moans before her body goes stiff, and the heady scent that already has me foaming at the mouth grows so strong it permeates the entirety of the room, making me swallow.

“?” her sweet voice snaps me out of my hazy thoughts and I breathe low.

“Yeah?”

“I… I’m done now,” she whispers as she goes to get up, but I try to stop her. No! She can’t be! I want to touch her! I want mo— I try to grasp her arm, but she’s a pro athlete and my senses and motor functions seem to be all out of fucking whack, so of fucking course she easily avoids my hands.

“What do you mean done? I… I still need to do the front!” I shout indecorously. My precious nipple rings!!!

“N…. no!” She firmly shakes her head, letting me know if I cross the line right now, everything I did will go crumbling, and ain’t shit worth that risk. “Can you hand me a towel and a robe?” She tries to hide her front… fuck…

“Okay,” I back off, going over to the closet and pulling out a robe with “Hurts” embroidered on it, and regrettably hand it to her. Damn fucking respect! Fuck having fucking morals and being nice and a fucking friend! I fucking hate it all!

“Thanks,” she murmurs and goes to get off the massage table, but her eyes go wide before she looks away in embarrassment. “U-uhm… can you turn away?”

“But Jessica I’ve see?—”

“Turn around, ! Or I’m going home!”

“Yes ma’am,” I salute and spin so damn quick I get whiplash. I hear her groan and jump off the table before I hear her wipe something.

“Shit,” she mutters to herself.

“Is everything okay? Do you need my help?” I try to turn, but she shouts, stopping me in my tracks.

“You had better not move one goddamn muscle, !” Oooo, I love it when she talks dirty to me.

“I wasn’t going to move in the first place,” I lie and she snorts.

“Sure you weren’t… anyway, I n-need a shower,” she stammers.

“Okay, at least let me prepare that. Just wait here and I’ll run you a bath,” I tell her, and she grabs my arm. I look back her to see her frowning. First, my eyes go to the towel and where it’s resting and balled up as a slow smile slinks on my face. We’ve hit the jackpot! More treasure! I tell my nuts and dick. Jessica really is the gift that keeps on fucking giving.

“I can do it myself.”

“So?”

“So what?” Her adorable brows knit together… I want to lick that crease, too.

“So what? I know you can run yourself a bath. I said I’ll do it,” I repeat.

“Bu—” I cut my eyes to her, and she snaps her lips shut. “I’ll wait.” I nod, kissing the top of her head, still reeling in my disappointment from wanting to touch her more, but I have time for that. It’s not like I’m letting her leave this apartment from now on, aside from going to school.

Quickly, I prepare her a bath using all the salts, flower petals, and candles that will help her relax. I want her to feel at home and never desire to leave my side.

Once I’m done, I call her inside, and once she rounds the corner into the bathroom, her mouth pops open, shocked.

“Huh? Wha? Oh, !” she voices, clearly shaken. “Wh-what is all of this?”

“Something your husfriend put together for you,” I smile and pick her up, carrying her to the tub as she tries her best to hide her naked form.

“Whoa! A-all of this f-for me?” she frowns, looking everything over before locking eyes with me.

“Yes. This is for you.”

“But why?” Her question both pisses me off and turns me on. I don’t know a girl who I’ve fucked that would ask such a trivial question. They’d just step in and pull me in right along with them and slide this dick right inside them, but not Jessica. Nope, my baby is always on edge.

“Just get in the tub, Jessica. And for fuck’s sake, would it hurt to just say thank you sometimes?” I sigh, spitting it out a bit harsher than I want, but a nagging pang in my chest and head is pissing me off. Fuck, my head hurts. I rub my temples, getting a headache. No… I had a headache from the moment she took off the damn towel. I don’t know how the fuck I’m holding myself back right now.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and another pang in my chest has my eyes trailing her way, only to see her looking down sadly. Fuck… I didn’t mean it like that.

“No, don’t apologize. J-just relax and enjoy.” I walk past her, digging my nails into my palms to keep from pulling her to me.

“W-what about the equipment? I need to clean u—” I pause and glare at her, and she shrinks.

“I-I’ll let you handle it and enjoy the bath,” she sighs, letting the robe cascade down her body, and I swallow, eyes roaming over her as she submerges in the water. “Oh!” She stops me at the door. “Thank you, … for everything. I’ve never had a friend like you.” Good fucking God…

“No problem,” I croak, turning on my bare feet like a fucking stick figure with no moving joints. She really is trying to kill me.