Page 22 of Jagged Edges

“I like your little ass. Too fucking much, I’m afraid,” he proclaimed. “Please don’t make me regret this shit.”

“I won’t,” I replied, scared to blink and miss even a second of the God that was before me. Like my true savior, I wanted to worship the ground this man walked on.

“Good,” he finalized before leaning forward and brushing his lips against mine.

Hungrily and unashamed, I widened my mouth and sucked half his face in. My sloppiness was overthrown as Bello took control of the somewhat humiliating moment, filling my mouth with his tongue but withholding the teeth.Ok, I got it.

I was a swift learner and was able to catch on rather quickly, then applying everything I’d learned to the moment. My greediness subsided, slowing the pace of our moment. Slowly, our tongues danced with one another as his grip tightened around my neck and my bottom lips drooled, ridiculously.

“We should go,” he pulled back, breathlessly, still holding onto my neck.

“That’s going to leave a mark,” I smiled.

“Sorry,” he apologized, realizing he still had me inside of his palm.

“Where are we headed,” I asked as he released my neck and grabbed my hand to lead me out the door.

“To a friend’s spot. I think you’ll love it.”

Even if I didn’t love the place he’d chosen, I wouldn’t complain because the ride we were in was enough to make my entire night. The Mercedes Maybach was something like a dream. The unlimited features and obvious thoughtfulness putinto building the machine were commendable. It was a definite upgrade from my camper.

The smoothness was unmatched and much better than the roughness of the rides I was on daily. I felt every bump and dip in the road. But, even with all its luxury, there was just something about my camper and the security it provided me with that was irreplaceable.

Bello’s side profile was just as immaculate as his face card. I watched from the passenger side as he gripped the wheel with one hand, and rested the other on the armrest. His seat was pushed back so far that I wondered how he looked so comfortable. But, he was. It was obvious from the calm that stalked him.

Even with his closeness, he still seemed so far away. I needed him closer. Canceling the distance between us, I removed my hand from my lap and placed it on the armrest, too. Bello flipped his hand over and exposed his dark palms, inviting mine inside. We interlocked our fingers before he brought the back of my hand to his lips and kissed it. Hadn’t I already been seated, I surely would have fainted this time.

Eleven

My eyes dancedall around her frame as I assisted her from the car by the tips of the fingers on her right hand. The black number she had on was lethal. It was high up on the grown and sexy as fuck spectrum and I was just happy to be with the woman rocking it. The clinginess of it along with the silkiness made her legs look a mile long and her hips look as if they’d expanded in the last hour.

“You’re gorgeous, Brisk,” I informed her, hoping she already knew.

“Please. You’re making me nervous,” she shied away, crushing my hopes in the process.

Fuck.It made her even finer. Not knowing the power or beauty she possessed. Yes, I loved a confident woman, but therewas something about a woman that had yet to step up to her full potential. Watching her rise, grow, and overcome whatever set before her was everything.

Brisk was well on her way, whether she knew it or not didn’t matter. By the time she finished fucking with me - hopefully, it wouldn’t be before the death of us - she’d be walking, talking, singing, eating, looking, healing, and feeling different. It was my mission to be the nigga to enhance every good thing about her versus dragging her pureness through the mud. God had done his thing putting us in the same house on the same night and I had a feeling I’d be thanking him for the rest of my days on this earth.

“Don’t be.” Comfort was the only feeling I wanted her to experience at the moment.

“I can’t help it,” she turned and said to me.

“What’s the matter?” I stepped closer, disintegrating the air between our bodies.

“It’s just that… I’ve never really… I’ve never been on a date.”

There wasn’t much that could come from Brisk’s lips that I wouldn’t believe. The ignorance of the youth was one of them. Any nigga who’d passed her up had been a blessing to me, so I wouldn’t complain, but damn. None of them motherfuckers had taken her on a date and I was already coming up with ways to accommodate for their mistake.

“You’ll be begging me to quit asking you on them when it’s all said and done.”

“Will you comply?” She sniggered.

“Does it look like I will?” It was rhetorical in my opinion.

“No,” she shook her head.

“Then, I’m glad you’re learning me so quickly.”

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