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“Specs,” I warned, but she ignored it.
She pulled my sweats down slow and wrapped her lips around dick like she’d been craving it since the day I walked out. Her tongue worked the head while her hands stroked the rest, smooth and firm. I hissed between my teeth, grabbing her hair and holding tight. When she looked up at me, her eyes wide and glossy, my whole body damn near buckled. She didn’t stop. She took me deeper, let me hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck…" I growled, trying to breathe through the rush that surged up my spine. “Where the fuck did you learn that?”
She smirked around me, then kept going. My head fell back, muscles tight, body ready to explode. I yanked her up before I lost control, pulled her back into my lap, and lined myself up.
“I’m not fucking you,” I said low in her ear, guiding my dick between her legs. "I’m claiming you, Specs. No more fucking running."
When I pushed in, she cried out. Her nails tore into my shoulders. I held her tight, grinding in slow, deep strokes thatmade her whole-body tremble. Her breath hitched again, and tears slid down her cheeks.
“I can’t—"she whispered.
“You can,” I growled, kissing her wet cheeks, tasting salt and sweat. "You mine, Specs. You always been mine. Damn, this pussy feel just like I remembered it, bay.”
She bounced slow on my dick, and I matched her rhythm, every thrust sent a jolt through both of us. I dragged my tongue down her chest again, gripped her hips tighter, and started fucking up into her like I was marking territory. Her cries turned into moans, louder, raw, guttural.
Her walls clenched around me like she never wanted to let go.
“You feel that shit?” I asked, voice thick. “That’s your dick. That’s all you.”
“Oh my God,” she whimpered.
“Nah baby, God ain’t in this pussy right now. That’s Ghost.”
She nodded against my shoulder, body shaking. I kissed her again, deeper this time. Then I grabbed her waist and flipped her gently onto her back, never pulling out. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and slowed the pace with deep strokes that made her eyes roll back. When her thighs started trembling again, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her stomach—right where my child was growing.
“You mine,” I muttered against her skin. “Both of you.”
Her breath hitched, and that’s when the tears came. Soft, broken sobs that she tried to muffle with the back of her hand. I wiped them away and kept moving deep inside her, holding her there while she cried and moaned under me.
When I felt her start to come again, I slid her legs down, caught her ankles, and kissed my way down to her pretty ass toes. She gasped when my tongue hit between them muthafuckas. I sucked each one, taking my time, and didn’t stopfucking her while I did it. Her hands grabbed at the sheets, body twitching under me.
“Ghost,” she breathed, high and wrecked. “You’re going fuck around and kill me.”
I looked up, locked eyes with her. “Then die with me still in it, Specs cause I ain’t lettin’ up on this pussy until it spit up like I like it.”
I sped up, hitting her spot as she continued to cry out. Her nails dragged down my back just as I felt my nut rising. I gripped her thighs tighter and dove deeper, like I was fucking away every piece of doubt out of her, the distance and every piece of her that ever thought about leaving me.
“Roman,” she gasped.
“I told you,” I growled. “No more running, baby.”
Her legs locked around me and I felt her pussy tighten again. That last clench had my dick dropping pounds of nut in stomach as u came hard, staking my claim on what was mine. She held onto me as we both rode the wave, trying to catch a breath. I flip to the side with my dick still buried inside her, then leaned in close, kissed her jaw and whispered against her skin.
“I just carved Roman muthafucking Carter in that pussy, just in case you ever thought about leaving me, Specs.”
She laughed, still trembling for the sex high. “Your fucking insane.”
When she realized I wasn’t laughing she turned to look at me.
“I’m not a man of many words, Specs, so when I say your mine, that’s what I mean. Ain’t no in between shit with us. I know I’m not the nigga you need but I’m the nigga you got and I just I can’t… I refuse to let you go so that means it’s some forever type shit with you and my seed. I can’t promise you that shit gone change overnight cause I’m a different type of nigga, but I can promise to love and protect you and my seed with my life. You ready for this wild ride, Specs?”
“Ghost, you love me?”
“Since the moment you touched my bloody wounds. I just didn’t know what that shit was at the time,” I admitted.
“Well yes, I’m ready to follow wherever you lead me. I trust you with my life, Roman. Oh, and I love you too,” she giggled.
