Page 19 of B.D.E
“I handled it,” I murmured.
She nodded, her eyes flicking from my hands back to my face. She sat up slowly and pulled the blanket off her, and fuck—those thick thighs were peeking out from under that oversized shirt. Her hair was still wild from sleep, but it didn’t take away from her beauty. This girl was beautiful as fuck, and I was tainted. Too fucked up to even be breathing the same air as her, but here I was. She stood up from the futon and stood in front of me, never breaking our eye contact.
“I should be scared of you. Scared from watching you kill a man… but I’m not,” she said. I watched from the window as you drug his body over by the dumpster and wrapped it up in that old tarp and, you know what was running through my mind the whole time?” She asked me with her head tilted to the side. The look of fear in her eyes was replaced with something else. Something I wasn’t sure was even possible.
“Ivy… you?—”
“Specs,” she spoke.
“Specs, I didn’t want you to see any of this shit. Me being here has put?—”
“The only thing I could think about was how I wanted those same bruised and big hands all over my body, Ghost.” She took a shaky breath and stepped closer. “I've spent my whole life being careful, but right now, in this moment, I want to come undone in your hands.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was too damn shocked to speak. I didn’t know what the hell to say and that shit never happened. Her hand drifted down as her soft fingers brushed the back of my knuckles. Then, she curled them around my wrist, slowly like she was testing… seeing if I’d pull away. I didn’t. Shit I was too intrigued at that point, too locked in on her. I stood up, towering over her as I continued to stare down into her eyes.
“You should be afraid of me,” I muttered. My voice was low yet rough. “You saw what I did, so you know the type of nigga I am now, Specs. I don’t belong in your world.”
She nodded. “I know.”
She let go of my wrist and rose onto her tiptoes. One hand slid to the back of my head, pulling me down to her. Her lips brushed mine, barely, but it hit me like a jolt to my chest. It felt like a live wire under my skin.
What the fuck?
I’d never kissed a woman in my life. Not on the lips anyway, but I knew that feeling wasn’t normal, and I think she felt it too cause for a second, she pulled back, hesitantly. The way she pressed into me, rising higher on her toes and kissed me again, this time with more intent, made my whole-body tense. A mixture of surprise and something darker sat low in my gut. The darkness that I’d been swallowing down since the second I laid eyes on her was begging to be let free. I deepened the kiss, slow but intense, letting her feel all the shit I couldn’t say. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her eyes widened, reminding methat she too had never done this before. I could feel her body trembling underneath my touch. I broke the kiss long enough to look her in the eye.
“Specs. Fuck, you so fucking beautiful, but I can’t do you like this. You deserve mo?—”
“Stop it! Quit treating me like a fragile little doll. I want this. I want this with you, Ghost. My body feels like it’s on fire every time I’m near you. I can’t keep denying this feeling… I don’t want to,” she said, and I could see the pleading in her eyes.
Fuck!
Specs had no fucking idea what she was asking for. She didn’t know the kind of nigga I really was. I wasn’t built for slow strokes and soft touches. I wasn’t the type of nigga to whisper sweet shit in your ear while making love. I was the nigga who fuck you raw and reckless. The one who had your face in the sheets, choking you while I beat your pussy from the back. That’s who I was. She was too pure in a way that made my chest feel tight. I couldn’t be that nigga for her. Truth is, I didn’t know how.
“Specs, you a virgin?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
She nodded, eyes dropping low as she fidgeted with her hands. I cupped her chin and tilted her face back up to me.
“If I go there with you… ain’t no coming back from it. You sure you can handle that?” I ask with a serious tone.
Instead of responding, she lifted her shirt over her head, slowly, exposing her soft, heavy titties. My dick was already hard from the kiss alone but now; it was screaming to be let loose. Her hands trembled as she reached out, brushing her fingers against my chest. Before she could say or do anything else, I scooped her up and laid her body down gently on the bed. I slid my hands up her thighs, parting them slowly, and letting my mouth follow the path. She gasped when I kissed the inside of her thigh, a small, helpless sound slipping from her throat that had me going crazy.I hooked my fingers on her panties and dragged them down slow with my teeth, then tossed them to the floor. And there sat the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen—bare and glistening already. My mouth watered.
Eating pussy wasn’t something I always cared about. But a while back, I linked up with this high-end escort. I blinded folder her and had her walk me through exactly how to make her cum with my mouth. I treated it like another skill that I needed to master, and I did. Before the night was over, I had her climbing up the walls, screaming my name, and begging for more. The problem was, she caught feelings and started acting like I belonged to her and shit. I shut that shit down and told the agency that if they ever sent her back, I would bury her ditzy ass. Specs were different though. She wasn’t just some bitch I fucked. She had me ready to throw all that shit out the window.
“Let me taste you, baby.”
She nodded slowly, biting her lip. I moved in, spreading her legs further until I was eye to eye with that pretty pussy. I blew against it, watching her squirm, and the second my tongue flicked over her clit, her hands shot to my head, and she let out a loud moan. That moan alone hade my dick throbbing in my sweatpants. I locked her thighs over my shoulders and buried my face deep in. I took my time licking and slurping her pussy like it was the first meal I’d ever had. Fuck! She tasted sweet like something addicting that I couldn’t get enough of. She arched off the bed, gripping my hair, trying to say something but I had tunnel vision and was locked in on eating her pussy. Her legs trembled as she grinded her hips against my mouth. Right then, I knew I fucked her head up. I went a little further and slid two fingers inside her slowly, causing her to gasp.
“You good? You want me to stop?” I asked, watching her face. I felt the tight clench of her pussy around my fingers, so snug that I knew my dick would have to work overtime just to fit.
She shook her head quick, eyes wide and chest heaving but that wasn’t enough for me. I needed to hear her say it.
“Use your words, Specs, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“I- -I want you to keep going, Ghost.”
That was all I needed to hear as I went back in, curling my fingers slightly, easing her open and fucking her slow with just my hand while I kept sucking on her clit. I switched between slow circles and soft licks until she was whimpering and crying out in pleasure. Her legs clamped around my head. Her body tensed up then shook.
“Wait! I—I th- i-n-k I’m cu—ming… get from down th--!”
