Page 35 of B.D.E: Falling Hard For A BBW

Ghost

I was back for my night routine... watching her.

The soft rise and fall of her chest, the faint sound of her breathing, the way her arm twitched in her sleep like she was chasing something behind her eyelids.

I was definitely on some creep shit, but I didn’t give a fuck.

I knew I should’ve walked away. Should’ve done it the first night I came back to her place, just to check the locks and make sure no one had followed her from the café.

But I couldn’t stay gone for shit. That pull she had on me, the way being in her presence make my dick twitch wasn’t some shit I could fight off.

Not with reason, not with force, not with time.

She shifted under the blanket, then I saw her lips move.

“I knew it was you,” she whispered, voice low.

My hands stayed on my knees. I didn’t flinch and didn’t rush to explain. I just sat in silence staring at her beautiful face, letting her sit with the weight of what she already knew.

“You been watching me sleep. Slipping in here every other night like I wouldn’t feel it,” she added, lifting her head, eyes locked on me in the dark. “You brush my hair back the other night?”

My mouth opened but the words were stuck. I could kill a man without a thought, without a flicker of doubt. But standing there with her voice cutting through the dark like that? I didn’t have shit to say at first.

“I ain’t mean to scare you," I said finally, my voice low, hoarse from the fight I’d been having with myself every night since I left that note. "I just needed to see you breathing, Specs…still here… still mine."

She didn’t say nothing for a second. Just threw the covers off her and stood up slow.

She was naked underneath. That shy, timid part of her was nowhere to be found as she stood in front of me with no shame or hesitation, just bold, raw fucking beauty staring me dead in my face like she was daring me to turn away.

“You said you were done,” she said as she walked toward me. “You left that damn note and ran. So why are you here?”

I still didn’t move. My Glock was on the floor beside the futon, but all I could focus on was the sway of her hips and the fire building behind her eyes.

I clenched my jaw. I was supposed to protect her from all this shit, from me.

I was supposed to protect her from the kind of man I turned into when the blood dried and the rage settled.

She got close enough for me to smell her sweet familiar scent that made my chest burn, and her hands slid across my shoulders. She straddled me without asking. My hands gripped her thighs out of instinct.

“I missed you, Roman” she said, voice cracking just a little. “I hate that I missed you after you left me, but I did.”

I could’ve told her I missed her too. I could’ve confessed all the nights I stood outside her window or sat in my car watching the front door like a man ready to kill any muthafucka that came close to her, but that wasn’t what she needed to hear right now.

“You glowing, baby,” I murmured against her collarbone, letting my mouth drag across her skin.

Her breath hitched when I kissed down her chest. I let my tongue slide between her breasts, slow and deliberate, before dropping lower.

My lips met her stomach, and I stayed there, pressing a hard, reverent kiss just below her navel.

She looked down at me as her eyes watered.

“You carrying my seed,” I muttered, voice rough and raw. “I knew before you did. I felt it. That’s why I left. I was trying to give you a clean break, Specs.”

She grabbed the back of my head, fingers in my hair, nails digging a little.

She pulled me up until our mouths met, and her tongue pushed against mine with a desperation that made me grip her ass tighter.

She rolled her hips slow, letting the friction build until I was hard as fuck, throbbing under her, jaw clenched from trying to keep it together.

Her mouth broke from mine, and she slid down to her knees in front of me without saying a word.

“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 that made 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 stop fucking 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.

I leaned in grabbed her neck and kissed her deeply.

“So, I did get my perfect love ending like Summer on Captured By A Bama Plug —” She blurted, pulling away with a big ass grin on her face.

“Ain’t shit about this love perfect, Specs so don’t start comparing us to ya’ little romance books. I’m a real nigga and shit gone get real messy sometimes but just ride that shit out with me. That’s all I ask.”

She looked up at me with those big doe shaped eyes like I’d just said she won the jackpot or something and that shit made my heart damn near jump out my chest. I meant it when I said I loved Specs.

Shit, I think I loved her the minute I broke into her café and smelled her sweet scent and felt her aura before even laying eyes on her.

It was just something pulling me to her and I didn’t want to fight that shit no more.

Maybe this fucked up world I lived in did have something good for me in the end.

Specs having my seed would just be the icing to the cake and I knew, even though I didn’t know shit about being a father, I would do everything in my power to not be like the nut sack I came from or the nigga that raised me.