Frank
I want to eat her pussy… I want to bend her over, spread her open from the back, lick her asshole and blow on her clit while watching her pussy cream seep out…
I hold in a groan while I paint her pretty toenails, wishing I could suck them, but I can’t… this is pure fucking torture .
Peeking up, I see her smile as she stares giddily at the screen, and my heart aches. I want her to be laid up naked just like this, titties out and leaking milk… I want to feed her and breed her and ? —
“…nk? !”
“H-huh?!” I jump, startled, shaking my head looking at her to see she’s got an unsure smile on her face. What happened to my baby’s smile?
“A-are you okay? Are you not feeling well again? You look like you’re zoned out.”
“O-oh, yeah. I’m fine I was just distracted,” I smile and take the towel, cleaning up the mess.
“Oh, were you getting bored?” she asks looking from me to the sports flick I could give two fucks about, but did research on it after looking through her phone and seeing she bought the movie and watches it at least once a week.
I watched it on fast forward and looked up YouTube videos on it before coming because I’m never going to miss the opportunity to strike up a conversation with my baby, even if there’s no romance or fucking, which is more up my alley, my baby’s needs will always come first.
“Are you kidding me? Oh no it’s great, but like I said, I was too distracted by the girl in front of me to care about a girl on a screen,” I tell her, putting the polish up since I already washed the foot spa during the movie.
“Oh? And let me guess, you’re curious as to how I got into football?” she rolls her eyes, chuckling. I already know…
“How did you know?!” I ask, turning to her, relieved to see her smiling again. For fucks sake, she’s going to kill me.
“Really?” she laughs and my heart skips a beat. Fuck I adore her. “Are you really curious about that? Most guys just assume something stupid like I’ve got daddy issues or some shit.”
“Who gives a fuck what they think? Those fuckers where never interested in you in the first place,” I respond honestly after washing my hands and plopping down next to her, scooping her into my arms, repressing a shiver when she doesn’t protest.
“Oh, and you are?” she looks back at me, beaming. Jesus! My heart!
“Interested?” I pick her up, turning her over to straddle me. “No, Jessica, I’m completely and utterly fucking obsessed,” I growl, and her eyes go wide as those sexy plump brown lips that I want to slide my tongue between pop open.
“Geez ,” she shrinks within herself, biting her lip, face flushing. “You always know how to make me embarrassed, huh?” she chuckles, looking away shyly. This is the part of her that captivates me… I’m the only one who probably knows she’s got this sexy and adorable side to her.
“I’m just saying what I mean,” I tell her as I place kisses on her shoulder. “Tell me though, I want to know more about you.” I kiss her neck.
“I… uhn w-well… I got into football because of my dad. I would see him throwing passes and running routes with the neighborhood boys. He would look so happy and honestly, I wanted to be a part of his smile,” she sighs and leans into me.
“That’s cute.” I cup her ass, sitting back, listening to her story.
“It was,” she smiles as she lays her head on my chest. “As the only kid and a girl, I’m sure my dad thought his dream of throwing his son the ball in the front yard would never come to pass. Especially since my mom was so adamant about not having any more kids. For me, while I couldn’t turn into a boy nor did I want to, I could at least learn to catch the ball. So I took the leap and asked him to teach me and it went from there. Seeing my dad smile was everything to me, so I picked it up and stuck with it.
It was fun, and I loved bonding with him. But man, the smile on his face when I got accepted on the team here was…” she trails off, blinking tears welling in her eyes, and my heart constricts from how pretty she is when she cries. “It was the best! My mom and dad don’t miss any of my games. But I love the sport too. It’s fun, and the adrenaline rush I get when I step on the field is wild,” she finishes, tears tumbling from her eyes.
“That’s awesome,” I smile, reaching over to wipe them away, happy to have more excuses to touch her.
“Thank you, a-and what about you? When or rather why did you uhm… start cross-dressing?”
“Me? Well, I don’t have such a grand story as you do,” I chuckle, placing my hand on her thigh and rubbing it.
“Well, are you going to elaborate?” She sits up and cocks her head to the side adorably, and I raise a brow, but shake my head.
“Why, when I have better things I could be doing with my lips than telling a boring story?” I grab her waist, pulling her to me and taking her bottom lip into my mouth.
“, you have a way of making girls feel special. You know that?” she moans breathlessly.
“No, I have a way of talking to you because you are special,” I let her know because I could give a shit about other girls… there’s something about this girl in front of me that just does it for me. It’s like she’s made for me.
“Then if you feel that way, tell me why you cross dress.” She looks into my eyes and I swear it’s as if my heart will burst any minute now. What the fuck is this feeling?
“There really isn’t a special reason, I just…” I pause to recall the reason, and honestly there isn’t one in particular aside from… “I just don’t like dudes,” I shrug and her pretty mouth pops open.
“What? No way… that can’t be why?” she giggles beautifully, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.
“But it is,” I smirk, devouring her every reaction. Seriously, how can someone so fucking pretty exist?
“That’s… honestly not what I was expecting, but I can rock with it,” she chuckles.
“And what exactly where you exacting? Or was it some dark tale like that Manbat guy? Something like my mother tragically passed away and I was the closed thing that looked like her, so I put on her wig and wore her clothes,” I deepen my voice and she smacks my face with a pillow, laughing.
“Ew, no!... but maybe yes?! Ugh, that’s horrible of me, isn’t it?!” She buries her face into the pillow she just hit me with and I chuckle at her damn adorableness.
“You’re not horrible, little baby,” I smirk, pushing her braid out of her face. “If anything, I’m sad I don’t have a more interesting story to tell.” I slide my hand that’s on her thigh further up.
“So do you j-just cross dress more often because you like it?” she asks and I shrug, kissing her hand.
“I don’t really think about it. I just do what makes me comfortable in the moment, and right now, that’s what this is.” To be honest, I’ve only been cross dressing more because Jessica seems to like it and I can tell it makes her more comfortable. Jessica is known for being standoffish with people, but guys in particular are always getting thrown a “fuck you” face.
The fact is she got in the car with me that night and wasn’t scared because I cross-dressed, so I’ll keep at it until it no longer serves me. It’s not like it makes me uncomfortable. I’m used to it, but I’m used to having a more balanced approach to how I dress.
“, wh-whoever you date must feel on t— Ugn… of the world,” she grunts before she sits up, eyes wide. “Oh my God! I didn’t ask! Are you dating someone?!” I’ve never been so blatantly yet kindly dismissed in my life.
Jesus… Jessica pisses me off and turns me on all at the same fucking time. I frown at her words and grasp her, flipping her the fuck over onto her back, taking her lips into a deep kiss before pulling back.
Fuck, I want her… I always get what I want, and all the girls who I’m interested in are all too willing to cave and ride this ride. If not for curiosity at first, then certainly after just a little nudging. And they for fuck sure are willing to stay on it after they see ain’t shit fun-size about me, but Jessica… oh my sweet, innocent, and na?ve baby.
No matter how much I poke, prod, and try to wiggle my way into her personal space, Jessica always finds a way to set my ass right back outside that mother fucker. Little does she know that shit just turns me the fuck on. This little cat and mouse chase she has no idea she’s a part of will leave her bent over somebody’s surface getting her ass ate and laying up in my bed with a belly fully of my babies if she don’t cut it out.
“Do you think I’d be here with you if I did?” I raise a brow.
“Coming from a girl that’s been cheated on in every relationship she’s been in... I don’t know.” She rolls her eyes, and my heart fucking aches. “Then again, we’re not in a relationship. We’re only friends, so…” She just keep driving the knife in the mother fucker… damn.
“To answer your question, no, I have no one, but I do what to correct you on something.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, we’re not just friends. We’re friends that kiss…and…” I run my tongue over her lips and see her pupils dilate, making my dick hard as fuck for her.
“And what?” she smiles, and my heart damn near stops in my chest.
“And this,” I slide my hand down her stomach and between her clothes running my hands up her body, shuddering at how soft her skin is.
“Ugn! Fr-!”
“Say it again baby...” I grunt dipping my head into her neck sucking the tender flesh dying to eat her pussy… “Jessica let me eat your pu—” A knock sounds at the door and I ignore that son of a bitch. Ain’t no way I’m letting a mother fucking thing stop this, but baby places her hands on my chest, panting. “Wait, I should uhm… get that…” she pants. Wait… wait!
“No,” I tell her, taking her lips into a kiss as she moans, melting into my arms, but the knock comes again, this time followed by a voice I loathe.
“Jessica? You in there?” Oh, this mother fucker has a death wish.
She pushes me off, fixes her clothes, and wipes her lips. I squeeze my fist so fucking hard to keep from snatching her sexy ass back over to me when I feel wetness and glance down to see blood dripping. Shit…
“I… I’m g-going to answer that.” She steps over to the door and fist my hands as I walk over to the bathroom, slamming it closed when I hear her open the door and talk to that bastard.
“Tek, I’m s…” I drown her sweet voice out, trying to calm my heart rate. I glance at my reflection in the mirror, grimacing in disgust, washing the blood away, and taking a deep breath.
My collar looks so fucking good on her, but I still haven’t claimed her. I lean against the sink and breathe in. I want her so fucking bad I’m losing my mind. I stand there, taking deep breaths so as not to go in there and slam my dick so far into her all she’ll know are the words Metchie.
When I calm down, I dry my hands and leave the bathroom to see she’s standing at the door smiling. Like fucking hell… Without thinking, I go over and stand behind her, looking down at her.
“You’re busy. Tell your company to go.”
“But I was—” I wrap my arms around her waist, cupping her face and lifting it, bringing her lips against mine and coaxing them open, eliciting a moan. “Fr-, wai— Ugn!” Her eyes go wide, and she tries to look at the fucker in the doorway, but I snatch her attention back to me.
Everything of hers is mine. Her smile, her lips, her secrets, her body, her mind, her life… her fear, her wants, her desires… hell, even her moans… it all belongs to me. Yet this mother fucker has the audacity to covet what’s mine.
I glare at him out of the corner of my eye, smirking when I see the sheer anger radiating off the fucker who thought he could have what’s already mine. This is his last and final fucking warning. I slurp her tongue into my mouth, sucking it while cupping her pussy BACK. THE. FUCK. OFF!
I pick her up and slam the door in his face, and she wraps her arms around me.
“!” she pants. “You can’t do that!” she frowns but I can only smile, kissing her glossy lips.
“Okay,” I suck her lips, wanting more. “Let me stay over,” I whisper, running my hands over her back.
“N-no you can’t I… I have to be up in the m-morning. We have an away game,” she moans as I kiss on her neck.
“Fine, then let me pick you up and drop you off,” I ask, desperate for anything she’ll give me. She pulls back, opening her mouth to say something, but her phone vibrates. She looks at it with a frown and lets out a sigh.
“Sure. Thanks, I could use the ride.” I glance at her phone and smirk, holding in a snort. If this much is enough to make him run scared, he didn’t want her bad enough anyway. Fucking pussy.
“Also, when you get back, come over to my place,” I demand and she melts in my arms.
“O-okay.”
“Good girl. I’ll pick you up at the bus stop, and we’ll go to my place from there.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t forget Jessica.”
“I— Ugn,” she whines and throws her head back against the door. “I won’t.”
I’ll make sure I let Jessica and any other asshole that tries to intrude on my territory know. I will make her mine by any fucking means necessary.