Page 36 of Jagged Edges

Though I knew it was rare on the first go, it was possible. Brisk was beyond the timid, awkward stage of her virginity which left her body open and awakened. She was aware of herself and had experienced an orgasm before, so it made her more likely to succumb to another as we meshed.

“Oh MY!”

Her floodgates opened, attempting to force me out of her, but I remained. As her pussy pulsated, it pulled the semen right from the head of my dick and into her well.

“Fuck,” I managed, breathlessly after she’d sucked me dry, “I love this shit, girl.”

How long untilyou know she’s the one?I questioned.

Brisk slept peacefully in my bed with a heart full of love and a pussy full of my semen. Evidence of her innocence smeared my sheets, but I’d get them cleaned in the morning. I had the idea of requesting she sign up for birth control at her earliest convenience, but I wasn’t into policing her body. If that’s what she wanted, then I’d gladly make sure she got it when the time came. In the meantime, I reminded myself to be cautious from this point on.

With a bottle of water in one hand and my cell in the other, I peeked over the hills of Huffington. And as it were true - literally and metaphorically - everything was beneath me at the very moment. I’d pushed so many kilos I’d lost count at this point, but no amount of money that came through my hand had made me feel like this.

This good.

This free.

This fucking on top of the world.

Not like Brisk.

A quick peek into the bedroom where she laid, a smile arched my lips and sped the rate of my heartbeat. As I shifted in position, I remembered the point of my minute alone and away from her. I needed to make a call. I located the contact in question and sent the call through. It was picked up on the second ring. Silence coated the lines, both of them.

“Bello,” my mother’s voice ached with concern, “You sound so close.”

She knew. She always knew. Which was why it wasn’t a surprise to her when she found dope amongst my belongings all those years ago as she did her weekly cleanings of my spot - on her own accord.

“I’ve found the love of my life, ma, and you must meet her,” I spat, not realizing that it was possible that she already had. It didn’t matter, though. She needed to meet this Brisk, not the one that she’d possibly encountered prior.

“I’d love to, son. Come home, but only when you’re ready,” she encouraged, the rage I once heard in her tone absent. She missed me and I sure as hell missed her.

“I’m coming alone, first, because I need you to help me pick out a ring.”

Seventeen

“Wake up, sleepy,”Bello toyed with my nose.

“Hi,” I opened my eyes slowly and greeted him.

“Hi,” he responded with a smile that made me smile in return.

“How long have you been awake… waiting on me to wake up?” He was too fired up to have just gotten up.

“I’ve wanted to wake you for the last two hours. It’s going on noon, love.”

Bello laid his head on the pillow beside me and gazed in my direction. I reached out to touch him, needing to feel his skin on mine. I felt like it had been forever, but it had only been hours of much-needed rest between our last moments together.

“You’re pretty when you’re asleep. When you open your eyes, it intensifies.”

His compliments were like gasoline to a fire. They sat well with me, breaking down barriers I didn’t know existed. I loved that for him and I loved that for me.

“My heart wants to love you,” I admitted, feeling the wetness of my eyes as they began to sting.

“Mine, too, and it will.”

“Now.”

“Even if not now,” he assured me, “Soon.”

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