Page 30 of B.D.E: Falling Hard For A BBW

By the time I made it to my apartment and shoved the key in the door, I could already smell her sweet perfume.

She had a grown scent. The lights were low, and the TV was on mute, casting flickers of light across the room, and then I saw her.

Spread across my couch, butt-naked, legs wide open and her fresh waxed pussy on display.

Her nipple piercings caught the light just right, two tiny gold bars that gleamed with every breath she took, making it impossible not to stare.

It was like her body had accessorized itself in temptation.

She turned her head lazily toward me and grinned. “Your doorman’s got a thing for girls in short skirts and lip gloss. I flirted a little… he let me right in.”

I shook my head, closing the door behind me. “Oh, I definitely gotta talk to him about that.”

She tilted her head and licked her lips. “Why? He knew what time it was. I needed this, Marcus. I need you. ”

I took off my jacket, dropping it where I stood. My shoes came off next. She watched every move like I was unwrapping a gift just for her.

“You came in here without asking,” I muttered, walking toward her slow. “Got comfortable on my shit, and didn’t even wait for me…”

“This pussy been wet since I sent that text, baby,” she whispered, spreading her legs just a little wider. “You mad?”

Instead of answering, I dropped to my knees in front of the couch, grabbed the backs of her thighs, and pulled her to the edge.

Her ass lifted and slid against the cushions as I got her where I wanted her, right in my face.

I looked up at her, then spit directly onto her clit and used my tongue to smear it in slow circles.

She shivered, gasped, then grabbed the back of my head with both hands like she needed to anchor herself. “ Fuck ? — ”

“You wanted nasty, right?” I growled, voice muffled against her. “Then take this shit.”

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 out and 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 youdare run. 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.”

She grinned and reached down, wrapping her hand around my dick again like we were picking up right where we left off.

My head was still reeling from what she said, but her touch short-circuited all my thoughts.

Her grip tightened and within seconds, I was already thick and hard again.

She climbed over me, straddling my waist, her breasts brushing my chest. The piercings caught my eye again, making my mouth water.

I grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing tight, guiding her hips where I needed them.

She wasted no time lining herself up and sliding down on my dick in one slow, deep stroke that made both of us moan.

Her walls gripped me tight, like she was made for this.

I grunted, holding onto her hips, but she took control, riding me slow, then fast, her rhythm switching up just to tease me.

Sweat beaded down her back as her moans filled the bedroom.

She leaned in close, chest pressed to mine, grinding her hips like she wanted to milk me dry.

“Fuck me slow, Daddy. I want to feel all of that big pretty muthafucka,” she moaned

I flipped her onto her stomach, gripped her hips, and slid back inside from behind. I fucked her slow and deep, letting her feel every inch just like she asked. The way she clawed at the sheets told me she liked it and she was right there on the edge.

“Say my name,” I growled.

“Marcus,” she moaned.

“Louder.”

“Fuck, Marcus!”

Her body shook as her orgasm tore through her, and I followed, coming so hard my vision blurred.

I collapsed beside her, pulling her close, both of us covered in sweat and still breathing heavy.

My mind should’ve been spinning, wondering about Ghost, my father and all the shit that didn’t make sense.

Two mentions in one day felt more coincidental, but with Tori’s slick body curled up against me, I let the thoughts drift.

We fucked the rest of the night away and by the time the sun crept through the blinds, she was knocked out cold.

I grabbed the cuffs from my drawer and locked her wrist to the headboard.

Her and that good pussy would stay put until I said so.

She wasn’t going nowhere... not just yet at least. Whatever storm was brewing, I’d face it tomorrow.