18. Falling Hard
Chapter 18
Falling Hard
JESSICA
I ’ve gone and done it now. How my ass done jumped in a whole ass relationship and it’s only been a week since Matt and I broke up?! I massage my temples, groaning at the audacity. I said I was done with men, and here I am busting it wide open for Frank ass like no tomorrow.
“Jessica!” he calls from the kitchen downstairs, and I cover my legs because I don’t know what kind of pussy maniac I done hooked up with, but enough is enough. He’s about to get broken up with for slanging too much dick.
“Yeah,” I croak out, clutching my throat, trying to clear it. Damn, he really did a number on me.
“Here.” He appears in the doorway, holding a tray with a single cup of tea or something that looks and smells delicious. “I made this for your throat.” He sets it down, looking back to normal in his wig and dress.
“Thank you. I needed this big time,” I groan, sounding like Candice Flynn when she had parsnip allergies.
“I should have listened when you said you had enough. I’m sorry, baby.” Tears well up into his eyes and my heart goes out to him.
“Seriously, stop that. I said I was okay,” I tell him as I take his hand and drink my tea.
“Jessica, there is no one in the world more important to me than you, do you know that?” he sweetly smiles at me, making my heart skip a beat.
“Oh yeah? What about your brothers and your parents?” I chuckle and he looks at me, cocking his head.
“What about them?”
“Aren’t they important to you?”
“Hmm… define important.” He looks up, tapping his chin, and I laugh, finding his jokes over the top, though it’s adorable that he’s willing to say this for me.
“Okay I’ll give you scenario… if your mom and I were?—”
“You!” he smiles, making me nearly spill my tea.
“Frank! I didn’t even finish!” I laugh, but he frowns.
“Do you even need to?”
“Yes! Let me finish!”
“Fine,” he says as he grabs my foot from under the cover, massaging it, and I have to hold in a moan because knowing this boy I’ll be on my back in a second, and I just don’t have it in me! I have practice in the morning.
“Okay, if your mother and I needed a ride and you have to pick us both up, who would get the front seat?” I ask and he curls his lip like I just asked him the stupidest shit ever.
“Really, Jessica?”
“Yes, just answer,” I chuckle.
“You would,” he sighs.
“But what about your mom?” I ask him, and he scrunches up his face more.
“What about her?”
“You would make your mother sit in the back seat?”
“I wouldn’t make her do anything. If she doesn’t like it, she has a husband and six other sons to pick her up. Not to mention her own damn car, so why do I need to kick my woman to the back seat?” he sneers.
“Frank, you don’t understand the question!”
“My comprehension skills are elite, Jessica,” he tells me seriously as he tips the cup, making me drink some more, and I watch him over the cup.
“But we’ve barely known each other a week,” I try to reason with him. “And your mother raised you!”
“Jessica, you give me prime pussy power… that deserves recognition in itself. My mother did indeed give birth to me, so of course she raised me. What the fuck else was she supposed to do?” My mouth drops open and he leans over, hugging me tight. “Did I do a good job answering?” He lays his head down on my breast, rubbing them, sighing happily. Was he always like this?
“I mean… you certainly answered in a way I wasn’t expecting,” I chuckle at his crazy self.
“Any other answer is inefficient to my chances of doing this, so there was no other conclusion,” he shrugs.
“But that’s your mother!” I rebut.
“Yup, I’m aware, and she’ll still be my mother while sitting in the back,” he utters, sitting up, pinching my nipples and kissing them.
“Yeah, but I might not always be your girlfriend.”
“You are right. You’re my wife,” he sends my way.
“Frank, stop. I’m just saying we might not always be to—” His eyes flash and snap up to me, making me shut my lips so fast I nearly bite my tongue to stop from talking.
“Stop fucking around, Jessica. People get hurt talking like that,” he tells me, smile fading. “It’s you and me forever, little baby. You can bet on that.” He raises a brow and I feel like Hugo the Abominable Snowman when he wanted to keep Daffy Duck as a pet. I just wanna kiss him, love him, and squeeze him, and instead of calling him George, I want to call him mine.
No… I get to call him mine. Being with him makes me feel like not all men are trash.
“How are you so damn adorable?” I ask as I place kisses all over him.
“I’m not the adorable one,” he slinks up in between my legs, grabbing them and lining his dick up to them. Or at least he attempts to. Sneaky little bastard! I smack him the hell away with my pillow and he rolls across the bed.
“Not ta-day Satan!” I glare while he holds his head, wig crooked, sliding off his head. He must not be using that glue from the other day because that shit didn’t move no matter how much I pulled his hair.
“Jessica!”
“Nah, Jessica, my ass!”
“I would love to!” he lights up, trying to pounce on me, and I smack him once more and point to the door.
“Get out!”
“But baby, I?—”
“Oh? Can you lay beside me without trying to fuck me?” I cross my arms over my chest and he pauses and grits his teeth.
“S-s-sure I c-can,” he trembles and I dip my fingertips in my tea and flick it on him.
“You’re a mess, you know that?!” I chuckle at his antics.
“Only for you, baby.” He comes over, kissing my head before going over to the door. “I’ll be back with food, so sit that pretty ass there.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” I bite my lips and his eyes flash.
“Jessica, you’re treading dangerous waters,” he growls.
“Okay, okay,” I chuckle. “I’ll be good.”
“Damn don’t do that,” he groans and I snort, throwing a pillow at him, but he dodges it and opens the door.
“I’ll be back, beautiful. If you need something, text me.”
“Kay,” I smile and snatch up my phone, waving at him as he leaves. As soon as the door shuts, I get to texting my homegirls… they are going to lose their shit!
Jessi : Soooo… I have tea
Fayfay : Bitch not tea
Bebe : I’m all ’s
Jessi : Y’allllll I just go the best dick of a bitch lifeeee!!!
Fayfay : Gaggggggeddddd
Bebe : Girl from who!!!!
Bebe : I hope not Matt ass
Jessi : Hell No!
Bebe : Whew
Fayfay : Who the hell got you breaking your celibacy that damn quick?!
I chew my lip, kicking my feet excitedly, but I wince, clutching my stomach and coochie because it’s still so damn sore from being fucked so hard.
Jessi : Wellllll do you guys remember that guy I told you about?
Fayfay : The pretty crossdresser?
Bebe : The Girlboy!
Jessi : haha yup! Him!
Bebe : Bitch I’m shooketh!
Fayfay : Was his dick big?
Fayfay : C’mon don’t keep me waiting lay it on me
Jessi : His dick so big he might as well had been fucking my lungs
Bebe : Good Lord
Bebe : The lungs! Yes God!
Fayfay : Praise him!
Fayfay : My coochie hurt just thinking about it! But I’m happy for you!!!
Bebe : Me too Jessi! You deserves all the good dick and I bet he treat you good too!
Jessi : Y’all I have never felt more like a slutty princess in my life!
Jessi : I feel so cared for and desired
Fayfay : I love him already! Anyone who treats you the way you deserve to be treated is top tier in my book
Bebe : Jesssss my God!!!!! You are HEEEERRRRR!
Jessi : AND IS!
Fayfay : PEEERRRRIIIIOOOOOODDDD!!!!
Bebe : Sooo are y’all official?
Jessi : AND IS!
Fayfay : THAT’S WTF I’M TALKING BOUT!! LOCK HIM TF UP AND IN!
Bebe : AND DO!
Jessi : Girl lock no key Period!
Fayfay : Now I need to know more! Call I wanna know the details!
Bebe : Yassss! Call! I need to know!
Jessi : I’ll call in bit. I’m still with my man, my man, my man
Fayfay : Yasss mkay call us when you have time
Bebe : Yeah we’ll be up. Don’t forget
Jessi : I won’t! Talk to you soon babes!
I set my phone down, grinning from ear to ear. I think I really found my dream guy!