Page 39 of Jagged Edges

“If they catch me in this pussy, it’s your fault,” he whimpered from behind, stroking me ever so gently and without haste.

Realizing we weren’t in the privacy of his home, I withheld the sounds that helped me release the mounting pleasure and pressure simultaneously. I settled for rapid blinking, bulging eyes, and interlocked fingers.

Slowly.

Methodically.

Strategically.

Bello stroked me, helping me ride the wave of oblivion until I saw stars behind my lids and heard fireworks sounding in the back of my head. My knees buckled as my body began to convulse under his spell. Noticing my nearing peak, Bello increased his pace slightly as he removed his hand from my mouth. He placed it at my clit and applied the perfect amount of pressure to undo me.

“Say my motherfucking name, Brisk,” he groaned, inwardly, masking his own climax. “Who does this shit belong to?”

“Belllllllllooooo.”

Discretion was impossible at the tip of my iceberg. It didn’t exist. I called out Bello’s name as my body quaked and my knees weakened. Holding my weight, Bello continued drilling his hammer into my hole until he, too, exploded.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck!”

Inside me, he remained as we both caught our breaths. Seconds into the attempt, there was a quiet knock on the door. My eyes bulged from their sockets as Bello began to chuckle. He was completely amused by my sudden state of panic.

“One second,” he yelled out, a little too calm for my liking.

“Oh God, Bello. Now, I have to walk out of here with my head hanging.”

“They saw what was under that sheet baby. Trust me. You should walk out of here with your head in the air for taking this motherfucker like a champ,” Bello bragged, pointing at his exceptionally hardened rod that he’d just pulled out of me.

“Well, in that case,” I pepped, piercing the air with my nose and chest, “Let’s get dressed and get out of here.”

When I stepped outside,the last thing I was expecting to see was my van, but there it was. Right in front of the building we were leaving and still running. It sounded much better than the last time I remembered.

“Bello!” I turned around to face my knight in shining gold teeth. “What is it doing here?”

“I had it serviced for you. Everything that needed to be done on the engine and beyond has been. It’s been at my partner’s shop all morning. He dropped it off as I was waking your sleepy ass up in there. It’s getting late and I didn’t feel like making that drive out there and back. It already sounds better,” he acknowledged.

“It does. I can hear the difference.”

“Follow me back to the crib so we can drop it off and hop on the slingshot. I’m starving.”

“Okay. Do you mind if I clean myself up before we go anywhere else? You kind of left me leaking back there,” I reminded him.

“Should I stop?” He asked, stepping closer to me so that I could see the seriousness in his question.

“No. I think like it,” I shook my head as I listened to myself say it out loud.

“You want to try out birth control or what?” He gave the option.

“Do I have to?” I wanted to know.

“It’s your body, Brisk, and your choice. You tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.”

“Thank you,” I verbalized my gratitude before flexing on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“Na, you the one I need to be thanking. Let’s roll.”

With that, I headed toward my camper and he headed for his car. I slid in with ease, remembering that I’d just nearly been split in two. The thought of having lost my virginity smeared a fat smile on my face. Suddenly, I felt different. It was in the way I walked - for obvious reasons - talked, and felt today. Putting it lightly, I felt like I was on top of the world.

Eighteen

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