Chapter 11 I shut the back door and slid the deadbolt into place. The weight of what just went down was still sitting heavy in my chest, but I pushed it back and did what I had to do. I wiped the sweat off my face with my forearm and looked down at my hands. They were bruised with a few cuts, but I'd dealt with worse. My side was stinging but I could tell it was healing cause' the pain was almost nonexistent. I made sure to stash the body for now until I could really dispose of it later. Right now, my main focus was getting to her. That look of fear I'd seen in her eyes was etched in my brain. She wasn't built for this, and I hated that she had to be involved in shit like this. I kept replaying the message... Kill the girl, then kill him. I'd unwilling put her in harm's way by showing up here and that shit fucked with me every day, now even more since that dickhead had shown up, thinking he was going to take me out. He had to fuck around and find out and so would any other muthafucka that came lurking. I made my way up the stairs, carrying a heart full of guilt and regret with every step. What the fuck had this girl done to me. Giving a fuck about anybody's feelings was foreign to me but whatever reason, I cared about hers. I paused at the top step, seeing the light from the bedroom spill into the hallway. I stepped inside and found her curled up on that futon again, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her eyes where wide open, like she was watching a fucking Ghost. She was! I walked slowly towards her and sat on the side of the bed close to the futon. Neither of us spoke a word but her eyes said everything. I dragged my hand down my face. "Ivy. I told you to stay here. You weren't supposed to see that shit, ma," I muttered. "I... I couldn't...I was worried. Then, there was so much noise, I thought⁠-' "I handled it," I murmured. She nodded, her eyes flicking from my hands back to my face. She sat up slowly and pulled the blanket off her, and fuck-those thick thighs were peeking out from under that oversized shirt. Her hair was still wild from sleep, but it didn't take away from her beauty. This girl was beautiful as fuck, and I was tainted. Too fucked up to even be breathing the same air as her, but here I was. She stood up from the futon and stood in front of me, never breaking our eye contact. "I should be scared of you. Scared from watching you kill a man... but I'm not," she said. I watched from the window as you drug his body over by the dumpster and wrapped it up in that old tarp and, you know what was running through my mind the whole time?" She asked me with her head tilted to the side. The look of fear in her eyes was replaced with something else. Something I wasn't sure was even possible. "Ivy... you⁠-" "Specs," she spoke. "Specs, I didn't want you to see any of this shit. Me being here has put⁠-" "The only thing I could think about was how I wanted those same bruised and big hands all over my body, Ghost." She took a shaky breath and stepped closer. "I've spent my whole life being careful, but right now, in this moment, I want to come undone in your hands." I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was too damn shocked to speak. I didn't know what the hell to say and that shit never happened. Her hand drifted down as her soft fingers brushed the back of my knuckles. Then, she curled them around my wrist, slowly like she was testing... seeing if I'd pull away. I didn't. Shit I was too intrigued at that point, too locked in on her. I stood up, towering over her as I continued to stare down into her eyes. "You should be afraid of me," I muttered. My voice was low yet rough. "You saw what I did, so you know the type of nigga I am now, Specs. I don't belong in your world." She nodded. "I know." She let go of my wrist and rose onto her tiptoes. One hand slid to the back of my head, pulling me down to her. Her lips brushed mine, barely, but it hit me like a jolt to my chest. It felt like a live wire under my skin. What the fuck? I'd never kissed a woman in my life. Not on the lips anyway, but I knew that feeling wasn't normal, and I think she felt it too cause for a second, she pulled back, hesitantly. The way she pressed into me, rising higher on her toes and kissed me again, this time with more intent, made my whole-body tense. A mixture of surprise and something darker sat low in my gut. The darkness that I'd been swallowing down since the second I laid eyes on her was begging to be let free. I deepened the kiss, slow but intense, letting her feel all the shit I couldn't say. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her eyes widened, reminding me that she too had never done this before. I could feel her body trembling underneath my touch. I broke the kiss long enough to look her in the eye. "Specs. Fuck, you so fucking beautiful, but I can't do you like this. You deserve mo⁠-" "Stop it! Quit treating me like a fragile little doll. I want this. I want this with you, Ghost. My body feels like it's on fire every time I'm near you. I can't keep denying this feeling... I don't want to," she said, and I could see the pleading in her eyes. Fuck! Specs had no fucking idea what she was asking for. She didn't know the kind of nigga I really was. I wasn't built for slow strokes and soft touches. I wasn't the type of nigga to whisper sweet shit in your ear while making love. I was the nigga who fuck you raw and reckless. The one who had your face in the sheets, choking you while I beat your pussy from the back. That's who I was. She was too pure in a way that made my chest feel tight. I couldn't be that nigga for her. Truth is, I didn't know how. "Specs, you a virgin?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She nodded, eyes dropping low as she fidgeted with her hands. I cupped her chin and tilted her face back up to me. "If I go there with you... ain't no coming back from it. You sure you can handle that?" I ask with a serious tone. Instead of responding, she lifted her shirt over her head, slowly, exposing her soft, heavy titties. My dick was already hard from the kiss alone but now; it was screaming to be let loose. Her hands trembled as she reached out, brushing her fingers against my chest. Before she could say or do anything else, I scooped her up and laid her body down gently on the bed. I slid my hands up her thighs, parting them slowly, and letting my mouth follow the path. She gasped when I kissed the inside of her thigh, a small, helpless sound slipping from her throat that had me going crazy. I hooked my fingers on her panties and dragged them down slow with my teeth, then tossed them to the floor. And there sat the prettiest pussy I'd ever seen-bare and glistening already. My mouth watered. Eating pussy wasn't something I always cared about. But a while back, I linked up with this high-end escort. I blinded folder her and had her walk me through exactly how to make her cum with my mouth. I treated it like another skill that I needed to master, and I did. Before the night was over, I had her climbing up the walls, screaming my name, and begging for more. The problem was, she caught feelings and started acting like I belonged to her and shit. I shut that shit down and told the agency that if they ever sent her back, I would bury her ditzy ass. Specs were different though. She wasn't just some bitch I fucked. She had me ready to throw all that shit out the window. "Let me taste you, baby." She nodded slowly, biting her lip. I moved in, spreading her legs further until I was eye to eye with that pretty pussy. I blew against it, watching her squirm, and the second my tongue flicked over her clit, her hands shot to my head, and she let out a loud moan. That moan alone hade my dick throbbing in my sweatpants. I locked her thighs over my shoulders and buried my face deep in. I took my time licking and slurping her pussy like it was the first meal I'd ever had. Fuck! She tasted sweet like something addicting that I couldn't get enough of. She arched off the bed, gripping my hair, trying to say something but I had tunnel vision and was locked in on eating her pussy. Her legs trembled as she grinded her hips against my mouth. Right then, I knew I fucked her head up. I went a little further and slid two fingers inside her slowly, causing her to gasp. "You good? You want me to stop?" I asked, watching her face. I felt the tight clench of her pussy around my fingers, so snug that I knew my dick would have to work overtime just to fit. She shook her head quick, eyes wide and chest heaving but that wasn't enough for me. I needed to hear her say it. "Use your words, Specs, baby. Tell me what you want." "I- -I want you to keep going, Ghost." That was all I needed to hear as I went back in, curling my fingers slightly, easing her open and fucking her slow with just my hand while I kept sucking on her clit. I switched between slow circles and soft licks until she was whimpering and crying out in pleasure. Her legs clamped around my head. Her body tensed up then shook. "Wait! I-I th- i-n-k I'm cu-ming... get from down th-!" She came hard, mouth open in a silent scream before it broke into a moan that echoed off the damn walls. I didn't stop until her hips twitched and she tried to pull away. After I finished licking her clean, I kissed up her thighs then stood up, licking her pussy juices off my lips. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "You know you done fuck up now, right?" I said, tilting my head, watching her try to catch her breath. "Every inch of that pussy belongs to me now, baby." I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor without breaking eye contact. Her gaze dropped, landing on my chest, then down to print in my boxers. I peeled down my jogger and boxers in one move, kicking them aside. My dick was standing straight out, already leaking precum just from tasting her pussy. I reached over to the nightstand, snatched my wallet up, and pulled out a Magnum. When I turned back, she was still staring down, eyes wide and lips parted like my dick was some kind of monster. Shit it was. I was carrying a heavy ten inches that had plenty of women climbing up the walls and soon after, Specs would be no different. I took my time tearing the wrapper open. "Fuck," I murmured, running my tongue over my bottom lip as I looked her over. "Your body is a fucking masterpiece. Her chocolate blemish-free skin glowed under the soft light. Those wide, meaty hips begged for me to hold onto them while I buried myself inside of her. I could already picture her thighs locking around my waist while she lost herself in me. She looked like everything I didn't deserve but I was about to take it anyway. She gave me a small smirk that didn't quite reach her eyes. The trembling in her fingers and the shift in her breathing let me know that she was scared and nervous. Not because she didn't want it but because she did, and because she didn't know what was about to hit her. I stepped between her legs and leaned over her, cupping her cheek with one hand. My thumb brushed the corner of her mouth. "You scared?" She hesitated, then nodded. "Good," I murmured against her lips. "You should be." I rolled the condom down my shaft, then lined myself up with her pussy that was still visible wet and dripping for me. I dragged the head up and down her slit, teasing that swollen nub just to relax her and hear her moan again. "I'll go slow," I promised, though my voice was tight with restraint. "But once I'm in this pussy, ain't no pulling out. You sure this what you want, Specs?" Her fingers reached for mine, gripping tight. And when she whispered, "Yes," I saw the lust push through whatever fear she had. I pushed in, slow... inch by inch. Her walls were tight and warm, causing me to pause for a second to get my barrings. I only had the tip in and felt like I was already on the verge of nuttin'. Her pussy was soaking wet and had a warm snug feeling that I never wanted to stop feeling. I wanted to live in Specs pussy after this. She gasped as her body tensed up. I brushed her hair back while staring in her pretty ass eyes. "You okay?" She nodded, biting her lip. I kissed her again, rolling my hips forward as I pushed in deeper. She whimpered into my mouth but didn't stop me. She held on to me as I continue pushing into her, stretching her pussy walls to the max. "That's it, baby. Just like that..." I growled, trying to restrain myself from going beast mode. "You takin' this dick so good, Specs. So fuckin' good..." When I filled her to the brim, I froze, giving her time to adjust. To feel my dick buried deep in her guts before I ruined them. Her pussy was so tight, I could feel every flutter, every squeeze. My jaw muscles clenched tight, fighting back the urge to lose control. "Specs..." I breathed her name like a warning. "You feel that? The way my dick got you stretched out." She nodded against my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my neck. I kissed her temple, soft. This shit I was doing was wild as fuck, but this wasn't a regular night of getting pussy. She wasn't a regular girl. This was her. "I know it's a lot... but you takin' that shit so good." I rocked into her gently, letting her feel the small grind inside of her. Her gasp turned into a shaky moan, her legs trembled as she adjusted, catching the rhythm. "That's it," I whispered. "Just breath through it. Let me show you how good that shit feels." She arched her back on instinct when I brushed her clit again. I knew then that she was ready. I started thrusting slow, deep strokes, pulling more helpless moans out of her. Her nails scraped against my back and her pussy clenched tighter. "Fuck," I groaned. "Specs, you drivin' me crazy with this tight little pussy." I ain't never moaned in no pussy but Specs pussy had that kind of power. I lifted her leg higher over my hip and started grinding deeper, knocking her at spot over and over as her moans grew louder and more desperate. Her hands were all over me now, gripping my back, and tracing my scars. Her legs were wrapped around me tight like she wanted me to stay buried in her forever. I wanted to stay buried in her shit forever too. Yea, I was gone kill for this pussy. Ghooosst..." She whimpered. "It feels ... so good." "Yeah?" I whispered, flicking my tongue over her earlobe. "You takin' all this dick, baby. Like... like your pussy was made for me." Her nails dug into my back, and I felt her hips lift into mine, trying to meet each stroke. "I've wanted this since the first night," she confessed, voice breathless. "I ju-s-t didn't know it would feel like thiiiisss." I kissed her again, deep and passionate. She broke the kiss and pulled back, looking me dead in my eyes. "I want you to fuck me." I froze for a half a second as those words flipped my fucking switch. "I want you to fuck me, hard. I want to feel all of you, Ghost. Please..." "Specs..." I growled, tilting my head. "You don't even know what you just asked me for." She nodded, swallowing. "I do." That familiar dark sound rumbled through my chest, as I sat up, pulling her hips towards me and flipped her over with one grip. Her face hit the pillow, and I grabbed her pretty ass, draggin' her back until her little pussy was right where I needed it. "You sure you want this?" I asked again, with caution. "Yes," she whispered. "You want me to fuck this filthy little pussy good? You want to feel all of me, right?" "Please..." she whimpered, her voice was laced with desperation. That was all I needed to hear. I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, both of us crying out in unison-her in surprise, me from the goddamn tightness. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back into the perfect arch and started pounding into her pussy like I was trying to tattoo my name in that muthafucka. The only noise that could be heard through the room was our wet skin slapping against each other mixed with her loud sexy moans. Fuck, she was mine, period. "You opened this door, baby," I growled in her ear. "Now I'm walking through that muthafucka." Her moans turned high-pitched and broken, matching the rhythm of her body bouncing with every deep stroke. I reached around and gripped her throat-not hard, just firm enough to hold her still. "You know you really done fucked up right?" I whispered. Her pussy clenched around my dick like she agreed. "This my pussy now," I snarled. "Say it!" "It's yours-fuck, Ghost-it's yours!" She screamed out. I bent over her back, still driving into her from behind and kissed the sweat from her shoulder. My hand slid down to rub her clit again, and she damn near collapsed under me. "Listen to me, Specs," I snarled, drilling into her harder. "Nobody will ever be able to touch you like this. You hear me? You belong to me now. I done wrote my name in cursive all through this pussy, baby. Roman 'Ghost' Carter." I growled. "That's' right. Let me hear that pretty little voice, baby." She started gasping my name and dragging the sheets as her legs shook violently like she was about to come undone, and when I felt her walls tighten around me again, I snapped. I gripped her thighs and fucked her so deep and raw that her screams echoed through the damn room. Her orgasm ripped through her as she cried out. I followed right behind, pulling out just in time to tear the condom off and spill my nut across her back with a growl. I stayed over her for a moment trying to catch my breath. She collapsed into the pillow, trembling and covered in sweat. Fuck. I was fucked up. Not a single bone in my body wanted to walk away from her. From whatever this was we had. But I knew I had to. If I stayed here, she would die, and I couldn't take that. Specs was mine, and I would move heaven and hell before I let any harm come to her.