Page 132 of Meraux Mafia: No Ordinary Love

“Why not? Your man is the boss. I can do what the fuck I want.”

I laid Hailo across my desk and pulled up the dress she had on. The perfect outfit to assist me in reaching my goal.

“What if somebody-.” Her sentence was cut short, grabbing the back of my head as my lips slithered across her pearl- sticky and throbbing. “Gianni!”

I needed to hear more and planned on attacking her pussy until she gave in. Licking my lips, I went back in for seconds applying the right amount of pressure on her clit. Hailo tried her hardest to hold in her moans, likely because we were in my office. It was the closest I’d heard to her singing, but I didn’t give a fuck where we were. I’d waited weeks for this moment and wanted to hear her.

“Fuck, you have to stop,” Hailo panted, trying to push me away. Not that she wanted me to stop, but it felt too good. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. I was her first in many ways too, and I took pride in that.

“This pussy tastes so good. I don’t want to.”

“Gianni! Oh my god!”

Tasting her only made me crave the feeling inside of her. Hailo lifted her head enough to stare me down, wondering why I stopped when she was so close to the finish line.

I positioned myself at her entrance, taking my time to enter. It had been a while, and Hailo was tight, but I damn sure wasn’t complaining because that vice grip was worth it once I got inside.

“Gi!” she sang, grasping at the edge of my desk. “Baby, it-it hurts.”

“Trust me, Lo. I got you, baby,” Her pussy responded to my reassurance and had me ready to cum. Her body relaxed as soon as it left my mouth, and her walls grew wetter at the idea.

“You. . . . got me?” Hailo grunted, taking her bottom lip into her mouth.

“Always,” I responded, grabbing her neck and forcing her to look into my eyes so she would know I meant every word. I was so in the moment that I thought she would trip about my aggressive grasp. Instead, she smirked.

I got lost watching her glistening pink pussy try to hold me, hostage, on the way out. Her pussy was so wet it could overtake the strongest swimmers.

“I love you!” she groaned, biting down on her bottom lip. “Fuck Gianni! It feels so good.”

“Say that shit again,” I demanded, hitting her with a deep stroke as an added incentive. Her voice drove me crazy as I ignored my office line going off for what felt like the hundredth time.

“It feels. . . good!”

“Nah, the other part. Let me hear you, baby.”

“I love you!” she cooed over and over until she was damn near out of breath. “I love you so much!”

I wasn’t even pulling out my best tricks, and she was already on the verge of convulsing until my phone lit up.

“What?” I barked, irritated that I couldn’t fuck my wife without interruption.

“Somebody is here to see you, and it can’t wait.” The tone of Daniel’s voice let me know I’d have to finish Hailo off later, and she knew it too.

“Send them back,” I grunted disappointedly, dropping her legs.

“Being the boss isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“Not all the time, but I’ll make it up to you later,” Lending a hand, I pulled Hailo upright.

“You better.” She leaned in for a kiss as Daniel accompanied my guest into my office.

Hailo picked up on my expression and quickly hopped off my desk, just as shocked as I was.

“Since when did you start letting nigga’s bust you down in the office like a basic bitch.” Marcel spat, realizing what we’d just finished doing. The way his top lip quivered, it wasn’t hard to tell he was still in love with Hailo.

“Maybe you just weren’t that inspiring. What the fuck do you want?” I barked, more focused on Marcel and how his jaw protruded, watching Hailo’s every move.

“It seems your wife-to-be took something that belongs to me.” TJ pointed out with way too much confidence.

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