Page 12 of B.D.E: Falling Hard For A BBW

“Lead the way, baby.” I slid into the driver’s seat without waiting for his response.

I slowly walked through the door of his condo, partly to take it in, but mostly to let him watch me walk.

He had a luxurious condo, with tall windows, elegant black and white pieces of art on the walls and leather furniture that I’m sure cost more than my first car.

My heels clicked across the floor as I pulled off my coat, tossing it on the back of a nearby chair without asking.

Marcus followed behind me, tossed the keys in a tray and shrugged out of his coat.

“Want another drink?”

I turned, cocking my head. “One more won’t hurt.”

He walked past me to the bar and grabbed a bottle of tequila that looked way too expensive for my taste, but what the hell, I was vibing with a rich nigga, so I was on whatever he wanted to be on.

I watched the muscles in his back flex under that sweater he was wearing and let my eyes roam.

He handed me the glass, and I took a sip, then set the glass down and licked the tequila from my bottom lip, letting the warm liquor spread through my chest.

“So, about that thing you had for me.” I teased, stepping closer to him. So close that I could smell the expensive cologne he was wearing and the tequila on his breath. Both smells were sending satellite signals to my pussy.

“That’s what you came here to find out right?” he asked.

I slid one hand up his chest, feeling his rock-hard muscles. “I came to find out if you could make me forget every nigga before you and hate the ones after you.”

He exhaled once, and before I could say another word, his hand was on my waist, guiding me back into the wall. His mouth hovered inches from mine as the heat rolled off him.

“Last chance to back out, Tori,” he murmured, voice low and raspy.

I hooked a finger in the collar of his sweater and pulled him down the rest of the way.

“Baby, I wore no panties for a reason. I’m tryna’ see sum’.”

His mouth crashed into mine, kissing me deeply, our tongues colliding.

His hands were going from my hips to my ass, then he slid one under my dress, rubbing against my bare pussy.

I moaned into his mouth as he lifted me like I weighed nothing, walking me backward toward the couch without breaking the kiss.

When he sat, I straddled him, grinding down onto his thick length, pressed against his jeans.

“You mouthy as fuck.” He growled against my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“Only when the dick’s worth it,” I breathed, tugging at his belt. “Show me if you qualify.”

I gripped his jaw as I kissed him again, wet and sloppy, sucking his bottom lip just to hear that little sound he made in his throat. His hands stayed on my thighs as I grinded in his lap.

“You hard for me, Marcus?” I asked, grinding slowly—just to hear him curse under his breath.

“Fucking right I am, Ma.”

“You been hard since I walked in the lounge,” I said leaning forward to kiss the side of his neck. “I felt it when we hugged.”

He nodded, tightening his jaw.

“I wanna’ ride you while I talk my shit. Can I do that for you baby?” I asked against his lips while dragging his sweater up over his head.

Damn his body was a work of art. Tattoos ran across his cut chest and down to his abs.

I kissed a trail along his collar bone, biting down just enough to make him groan.

I slid off his lap and stood in front of him, pulling my dress over my head slow and let it pool at my feet.

I stood in nothing but my heels and that red mesh bralette that barely held my titties in place.

I knew I was about to get some dick, so I disposed of my panties on the ride here.

I walked over to my clutch and pulled out a gold condom wrapper.

I dropped to my knees and spread his legs wide, unzipping his jeans and pushing them down just enough along with his boxers.

That man had the most beautiful dick that was long, curved just right with veins like art, and soft brown skin matching the rest of him.

“Fuck,” I muttered, wrapping my hand around it. “You was hidin’ all this?”

He opened his mouth to say something smart but I shut him up when I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his dick.

He cursed instantly as one hand went to the back of my head.

I sucked him deep, wet and sloppy, letting my lips glide all the way down his shaft and back up with just enough suction to make him twitch.

I flattened my tongue and licked the underside, moaning just to tease him, then swirled around the head real slow.

“Fuck, you playin’ dirty, ma,” he muttered, lifting his hips off the couch.

I came up with a little smirk. “You gon’ see how dirty I get, baby.”

I tore the condom wrapper open with my teeth, then slid it on his lengthy meat with one slow stroke, smoothing it over him to make sure it was secure.

I climbed back into his lap, straddling him with one knee on each side.

The heat of my pussy was right against the slick, rubber covered tip of his dick.

I slid down inch by inch, holding his shoulders and rolling my hips once I was full to the brim.

His dick was deep inside me, pulsating against my walls.

His hands gripped my ass and his head dropped back, but I grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me.

“Nah, baby,” I said, starting to ride him. “Open your eyes and watch me ride you to ecstasy.”

I went crazy, riding him harder as my hips snapped and my titties bounced in his face. I was riding his dick so good, I started seeing stars. He growled something under his breath, grabbed my ass and thrusted up hard enough to knock the lining out my pussy.

“Oh, now you wanna’ fight back?”I taunted, picking up the pace.

My thighs burned, but I didn’t let up. I rode that man’s dick like I had something to prove, because I did.

I wanted him ruined for other women. I wanted him thinking about this moment every time he tried to touch another bitch.

The sound of our bodies smacking echoed through the room.

I grinned down at him, watching his restraint unravel piece by piece.

His eyes fluttered, his abs clenched, and I could feel him teetering right on the edge.

“Don’t you cum until I say so.”I warned, grinding deeper, slower.

Just as the words left my mouth, that tingling started curling from my toes up into the pit of my stomach.

“F-fuck—baby, cum with me. Now.”

I kept bouncing as the orgasm hit me like a wave, shaking through every inch of my body.

And I felt him right there with me—his dick pulsing deep, his hands gripping tight, both of us lost in it.

After a few seconds, I climbed off him, slowly, letting his limp dick slip out of me while biting down the little moan that was trying to escape.

Fuck, I wanted more but I had to play it cool.

My thighs were trembling, and my head was all over the place, but I kept my face cool and unbothered as fuck like I did this shit every day.

His was breathing heavy, slouched into the couch with the condom still in place, glistening from my juices.

That beautiful dick of his had me in a damn chokehold already.

It was thick, smooth and curved just right.

The way he let me dominate him while still keeping his boss energy was some shit I wasn’t used to but I really fucked with it.

I pulled the condom off, tied it like a grocery bag and tossed it into the trash on the way to snatching my dress up off the floor. Stepping into it, I pull the silky fabric up over my slick, sweaty body, and adjusted the straps in place.

“You good?” I asked casually, fluffing my girls in the mirror above the bar.

He sat silently watching me, his eyes full of heat and disbelief.

I smirked at his reflection. “Don’t look so shocked. I told you at the restaurant what type of time I was on. I wanted that dick and I got it. All is fair right?”

He chuckled low, dragging a hand over his jaw.

“Shit, I wasn’t expecting for you to put that pussy on me like that, ma.”

I winked. “Most don’t.”

I walked over and scooped my clutch off the counter, slipping my phone inside. Internally, I was spiraling on how good that dick just hit. My pussy was still throbbing, and I was mentally planning a fake ass excuse to see him again.

“Damn, you leaving already?” he asked, still sitting on the couch, shirtless. “I need a few more rounds of that shit. Pussy lethal than a muthafucka.”

I leaned down, kissed his cheek, then whispered against his ear.

“Sorry babes, I can’t give you too much too soon. Gotta leave you hungry for it.”

The truth was, I was the one hungry. Starving actually.

I wanted so badly to strip back down, let him bend me over that couch and take me to pound town all fucking night but I was trying to keep it playa.

I couldn’t fall victim to good, pretty dick without knowing more about the man it was attached too. Plus, I had a reputation to maintain.

“At least text me,” he said.

I gave him a slow once over and shrugged.

“We’ll see.”

Then I turned and strutted out like he hadn’t just rearranged my insides. I was sure to be limping by morning. I stepped into the elevator and leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and let out a deep breath.

“Damn,” I whispered to myself. This nigga had me dick-matized and I didn’t even know what his favorite color yet.