Page 29 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“Which are?”

“I just want to have a good time.” I looked her in the eyes as I spoke. “I’m not looking for love. My career and life choices don’t leave any room for romance. I just want companionship when I need to get my rocks off—that’s it. If forever is the goal, I’m not the man for you.”

She said nothing as our food was placed before us. Since she swore by this place, I let her order for me tonight. After we blessed the food, I dug into the oxtail pasta, and I had to admit that her choice was valid.

“Good, huh?” She wiggled her brows at me before taking her own bite. “Damn…”

I watched her moan and lick her lips as she ate her food. The way she was squirming with excitement caused my mind to wonder how she would sound once I slid this dick in her.

“Save some of that moaning for me, girl.” I wink at her, causing her to blush. “So, tell me, why are you single, Denim? You can’t be this fine and not have niggas beating down your door.”

“They are.” She smirked as she continued to eat. “I just haven’t been interested in entertaining anyone until meeting you. Something about your aura consumes me to the point where I want to explode.” She nibbled her lip before leaning over the table to whisper. “Something tells me you can fuck me just the way I need to be fucked.”

“How do you want to be fucked, Denim?” I asked in a husky tone as I leaned forward. We were so close our lips damn near touched. “Tell me what you want a nigga to do to you.”

Leaning back in her seat, she downed her wine before making her way to my side of the booth. Sliding me over, she sank into the seat beside me before placing her lips at my ear.

“I want to be fucked into the mattress, Andre,” she stated seductively. “I want my body to experience a pleasure it’s never known.” She placed her hand on my thigh and began to caress it slowly. “I want to be hoarse from screaming your name all night.” Her hands traveled higher as she gripped my dick. “I want to be long stroked so deeply that I feel you inside of me days after you’ve finished tearing my pussy up.”

Rubbing my dick, she kept her eyes on me. The lust in her eyes was evident, and I knew she could see it in mine. The more she rubbed, the more she was turning me on. Grabbing her wrist, she eyed me in confusion.

“This ain’t grade school, baby.” I took a sip of my drink and could still feel her fingers flexing on my dick. “If this dick is going to spit, it’ll be in your pussy or mouth. So, tell me, ma. Which do you prefer?”

Panting, I could see the sweat form above her lips. She was aroused, and I was pleased to know she was feeling the heat just as much as I was. To prove my point, I placed my hand on her thighs and moved up search of her panties. Her dress was short, so when I reached her middle, I raised my brow, noticing it was bare.

“Why you don’t have any panties on, Dee?” She gasped as I traced her outer lips, causing her to shiver. “Most importantly, why is this pussy so wet?” I asked rhetorically.

Clenching my arm, I began to strum her clit, and her eyes glazed over. Surrounded by people, she was lost in the thrones of the pleasure I was giving her.

“Andre…” she breathed out. I knew she was on the brink of a release. “I’m going to?—”

“How is everything over here?” The waitress came over to our table to check on us. “Do you all need anything?”

Denim said nothing as I continued to work her over discreetly. Her face was flushed, and her breathing became more erratic. Biting down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming, she climaxed with so much force that I could feel the wetness on my hand.

“Oh, fuck!” Her eyes rolled backward as she caught her breath. “Damn, Dre.”

“I know…” I chuckled as I removed my hand from under her dress. It was then the waitress finally saw what we were doing. Her eyes went wide in shock as I placed my fingers on Denim’s lips. “Taste it.”

Without question, she did as I commanded, and my dick was screaming for me to let him out to play. Feeling the additional growth beneath her limp hand, Denim turned to finally address the waitress who was still standing there. “Can we get a box to go, please? I have a new craving, and it’s not for pasta.”

Eyeing me seductively, I knew that tonight would be a wild one. If Denim wished to get fucked to the ground, I had no problem making her feel cement all night long.

* * *

“Damn, shorty! Slow the fuck down.”I chuckled as Denim and I stumbled inside the penthouse. “This dick isn’t going anywhere.”

“I need it now, Dre.” She purred as she pulled me inside the living room. There was no mood to set because the moon shining as bright as it was did it for us. Pushing me onto the couch, she unzipped the side of her dress, and I watched as it pooled at her feet. Before she could hook her thumbs in her panties, the clearing of a throat caused us both to pause.

“Well, welcome home, you two.”

Creeping through the shadows of the room was none other than Jules Boudreaux. Dressed in a black hoodie and sweats, he looked like the spooky nigga I knew him to be. Frowning in confusion, I stood and tried my best to shield his view of Denim. She wasn’t my girl by any means, but I didn’t want her feeling humiliated.

“Nigga! What the fuck are you doing here?” I looked around as if he wasn’t alone. “More importantly, how did you get in? My phone didn’t buzz to let me know you were here.”

“Now you know that shit means nothing to a nigga like me.” He chuckled as he pulled from his Slim Jim. Chewing slowly, he dragged his eyes over to a quiet Denim. “Hello. You must be Denim.” Fully dressed now, she looked from him to me once he extended his hand to her. “It’s nice to meet you. You’re a horny little something, aren’t you?”

“Nigga! Why in the fuck are you here? I’m in the middle of something.” I gritted my teeth in frustration. Not only was he able to infiltrate my space, but he was about to ruin my nut for the evening. If I didn’t bust soon, I was liable to shoot up Tammy’s mother’s house.

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