Page 42 of B.D.E
I devoured her like I hadn’t eaten in days. Sucking and tongue-fucking like my life depended on it. She started to shake under my grip, thighs clenching, moaning so loud I could feel it in my chest. And just when she was close, I backed up.
“Nope,” I said, wiping my mouth. “Get your ass on the floor.”
She didn’t question me and that made my dick jump. She got up and dropped to her knees in front of me. I pulled my dick outand slapped it against her cheek. Her eyes rolled back like she was praying.
“Open up,” I said, and she obeyed. I slid in slow, then grabbed the back of her head and fed my dick to her deeper. She gagged, spit dripping out the corners of her mouth, and I didn’t stop. Not until her eyes were watering and she was gripping my thighs like she couldn’t breathe without me.
She rose to her feet with that same slow confidence, her mouth hovering just inches from mine. Without saying a word, she let a thick line of spit fall from her lips into my mouth like it belonged there. I swallowed it without flinching, eyes locked on hers.
Her whole body trembled. “That’s the nasty shit I like.”
I dragged her to the couch, bent her over the armrest, and shoved deep inside her pussy from behind with no warning. Her scream echoed off the walls. I had one hand on her throat, and the other rubbing her clit. I leaned in and whispered, “Call me daddy.”
“D-daddy!” she choked out, back arching as I fucked her so deep, I felt her try to run. I slapped her ass hard.
“Don’t youdarerun. You wanted this shit so… stayright fucking there.”
She cried out again, clawing the cushion, her pussy gripping me like it wanted to snatch my soul. And I gave it to her through fast, deep strokes that left her twitching.
“I’m not done with that pussy yet, baby,” I growled.
I flipped her over, threw her legs over my shoulders, and started hitting it again, watching her squirt all over my dick and thighs. The wet sounds echoed loudly through the room. I wasn’t stopping until her voice gave out… until she couldn’ttakeanymore.
She grabbed my face again, eyes wild. “Come in my mouth.”
I pulled out, let her drop to her knees again, and when I gave her that final stroke of my hand, I came straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licked her lips, and grinned up at me like the devil’s favorite daughter. Then she wiped the side of her mouth with the back of her hand.
“So… we gon’ talk about why you stormed in here looking like you killed somebody?”
I leaned back against the wall, catching my breath as sweat trickled down my face.
“I’ll tell you,” I muttered, reaching down to help her up. “But not here.”
I pulled her to her feet and scooped her up in one move, carrying her down the hall. She clung to me like she belonged in my arms, her lips brushing my neck, warm breath skating across my skin. When we hit the bedroom, I laid her across the mattress gently, but the look she gave me was anything but soft. She was ready for more, and so was I. but first, I needed to clear the air. I climbed beside her, wrapping one arm around her waist, pulling her in close. She tucked her head under my chin and ran her fingers along my chest, slow.
“My dad got some shit going on,” I finally said, voice low. “Shit I don’t even understand yet. Secrets, lies and a bunch of other bullshit.”
She paused, her hand resting flat against my chest. “That why you were so tense?”
“Yeah.” I turned to face her more. “And the fact you been ghosting me didn’t help.”
She smiled, lazy and smug. “I wasn’t ghosting you. I was doing my own thing. Trying not to get attached to that dick but look where that got me.”
“That’s what we call it now?” I teased, letting my fingers trail down her spine.
“Mmhmm. Took a little trip to the middle of fucking nowhere to check on my bestie. I was expecting to console her and maybe spend a night or two talking shit like we use to, but instead I find her all boo’d up with some Ghost nigga.”
My brows lifted. That name… Ghost.
“What you mean some Ghost nigga? That’s his name?”
She laughed. “Apparently so. Some big tatted-up, nigga with braids. And judging by the way she can barely walk straight, I’d say he’s nailing her as to the cross on a daily,” she laughed.
That shit hit me in the chest, but I kept my face cool. It couldn’t be the sameGhost I knew. That nigga never boo’d up with anybody. Still, it was too specific to ignore.
“You sure that’s his name?” I asked again, watching her close.
“That’s what she said. Ghost.” She snorted. “The crazy part is, she was a virgin just last week, and now he’s folding her ass into the mattress, but shit, I can’t talk. I was just bent like a pretzel, fuckin’ a stranger named Marcus.”
