Page 18 of B.D.E: Falling Hard For A BBW

Ivy

It felt like time stood still as I stood in the doorway, watching Ghost wrap his hand around that man’s neck, squeezing so tight the life drained from his body.

I knew I had no business going after him, not after he bellowed at me to stay put.

I was scared as hell and halfway asleep when I heard the loud crash out back.

I assumed that it was those knotty ass kids again—turns out, it was everything but.

I should’ve been scared, terrified even, but I couldn’t stop watching the way his muscles flexed as he moved; trained and lethal, overpowering that man like he weighed nothing.

Right then, something inside of me snapped.

That heat I’d only ever read about lit up my whole body.

I felt wet, needy, desperate, pooling between my thighs.

I was sick, ashamed even at the fact that I wanted his hands on me next.

Around my throat, choking me, hitting deep into my untouched pussy while I cried out for more.

When his eyes caught mine, I panicked, bolting upstairs as my heart pounded. It wasn’t from fear though.

I tried to play the part when I heard his footsteps later, making my face look scared and in shock like the good girl that I was supposed to be.

But when he walked in that damn room shirtless, sweat dripping from his chest and the darkness his eyes held, I came undone.

I couldn’t contain my feelings and my thought anymore and I need to have him.

I was scared shitless when I kissed him, afraid that he would reject me but even more terrified he wouldn’t.

When he pulled me in and kissed me back like he had been holding that in since we’d laid eyes on each other, I knew this was it.

When he dropped his boxers and unleashed that monster again, I damn near screamed.

I’d already seen it once in the shower when I was cleaning him up, but nothing prepared me for me to see it now, knowing that it was about to go inside me.

It was thick, meaty and looked dangerous as hell.

I just knew he was about to tear into my cherry like a vicious animal does to its prey. But I was wrong.

Ghost took his time with me. He kissed every inch of my body, slow and gentle at first, licking me until I was a whimpering mess.

When he finally entered me, it felt like my pussy was being ripped apart, but he kept coaching me to breathe through it and kissing all over my face, trying to distract me from the pain.

After a few minutes, the pain started to subside, and he started stroking me deeper as I flooded the sheets with my juices.

In the heat of the moment, I begged him to fuck me and that must’ve flipped a switch in him.

He grabbed me, flipped me over, pushed my face in the pillow and fucked me like he had a point to prove. It hurt so good I started crying and screaming out for him. I wanted to go back to my erotica books and brag to the damn characters like Y’all ain’t never had dick like this.

I sat on the side of the tub, watching his every move as he turned the water on and ran his fingers under the shower head until it was hot enough.

He stepped into the shower first holding the curtain open for me.

I was stuck in a daze; eyes locked on him.

The way the steam rose around his body. The way every muscle on his frame flexed like he was sculpted from stone.

I lowered my eyes to his dick, still glistening with my juices mixed with remnants of blood from him popping my cherry.

I can’t believe I finally lost my virginity. Tori is going to freak!

“Specs.” His voice dragged my eyes up, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You good?”

No, Ghost I’m not. I’m starving for more of you.

I thought as I stepped in slowly, letting the heat take me in. The second I was close to him; he spun me around to face the tile and pressed his chest to my back. I could feel his hardened member on my ass. His hand slid between my thighs and cupped my swollen, wet mound.

“Damn, baby. You still wet for me?” He murmured against my neck. “I was trying to give that lil pussy a chance to rest since I know its sore but that pussy actin’ real greedy.”

I moaned before I could answer.

“You want more?”

I nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Use your words, Specs.”

“Y-yes,” I stammered. “I want more…ple-e-e-a-s-e.”

He lifted me up like I weighed nothing, pressing my back to the shower wall as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

“This ain’t no fairytale, Specs. You just gave yourself to a man who only knows how to ruin shit. Forgive me, while I ruin this pussy.”

He lined up and pushed inside.

“Aghhhh,” I yelped out in pain.

I was still sore from the first session and for a second, I thought he might ease back into it but the look in his eyes told me different… he was done with the soft shit. He drove into me in one deep, brutal thrust, filling me to the brim and staying there, letting me feel every inch of him.

I gasped against his neck. “It’s too much?—”

“No, it ain’t. This pussy was made for me, it just needs to get adjusted, baby.” He pulled back and slammed into me again. So, hard that I started seeing stars. “You feel that? That’s me all up in yo’ stomach baby. Writing my name all in this lil filthy pussy.”

I cried out as he started pounding into me, water cascading down our bodies, his hand gripping my thighs like handles. My back hit the tile with every thrust, but I didn’t give a damn. I was drunk on him—on the way he stretched me, broke me, and made me his… all in one night.

“You like being fucked like this, Specs?” he growled. “Against the wall? In the water, bouncing up and down on my dick so beautifully?”

“Y-yes,” I gasped. “I love it—Ghost—don’t stop?—”

“I’m not baby. Not until you cum all over this dick again.” He leaned in and kissed me rough, biting my bottom lip before licking the sting.

“You so fucking sweet, Specs. So, fucking filthy for me now. Fuck, you got a nigga seeing stars… pussy to fucking good… you should be ashamed of yourself for having pussy this good.”

I couldn’t even respond—my body was too busy unraveling as he bounced me up and down. He hit something deep, and before I knew it, I was sobbing his name and cumming hard, my cries echoing off the bathroom walls.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Make a mess on yo’ dick baby. Let me feel that shit.”

My pussy clenched around him so tight as I came, he bit down on my shoulder and fucked me the through the aftershocks until I was limp in his arms.

“Fuck, I’m right behind you baby.” He grunted as his thrusts slowed down.

He let out a low growl and spilled his warm liquid inside me, still holding me up with his throbbing member buried deep.

The steam had started to fade by the time we finally slowed down.

My eyes stayed on his face while we took turns washing each other.

His fingers traced the curves of my thick body, rinsing the soap from my skin.

He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me before drying off his own body, and we moved in silence through the soft haze of the bathroom light.

I was still trying to catch my breath, still trying to piece together how I went from a trembling virgin to giving this man all of me; my mind, my body and whatever soul I had left.

After he carried me back to the bedroom, we slid under the covers, our bodies tangled up in each other, skin to skin like we were made to fit that way.

“You always fuck woman like that? Who am I kidding, you’ve had plenty of woman, so I know I’m?—"

“Specs, get out your head. I’ve had my share of fucking woman yes, but trust me when I say, they’ve never had to chance to even know what my skin feels like.

I don’t let bitches touch me and I damn sure ain’t putting my mouth on them.

You’re the only one that’s been privy to seeing this side of me.

Hell, before now, I never knew this shit existed.

” He gave a soft grunt that might’ve been a laugh.

“They say good pussy will change a nigga. Shit, I’m trying to find ‘they’ and tell them muthafuckas they was right. ”

My heart stuttered at his comment. I tilted my head up to look at him. “What is this? I feel crazy for asking that. Just because we f?—”

His gaze dropped to mine. “Naw. You ain’t crazy, Specs. I feel that shit too, whatever it is,” he muttered.

My eyelids started to get heavy as we laid there, wrapped up in each other’s warmth and before I knew it, I was out. My body had been turned every which way but loose and now I was paying for it. I’d pay all the money in that cash register downstairs to do it again.

Who was I turning in to?