Page 33 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

Chuckling darkly, he began fondling me once more, but this time, he eased two fingers inside of me. My stomach tightened as he stroked me, and I knew I was close. He breathed against my neck as he nipped it gently. “I feel that pussy gripping my fingers. How you think this dick is going to feel? You ready for that, Denim? You want a nigga to fuck that pussy and treat you like the bad girl I know you want to be?”

I’d never had anyone talk to me the way he was, and it was turning me on something serious. My hips seemed to buck against his hand on its own, but once his teeth latched onto my nipple through my T-shirt, I was done for.

“Ohh fuckkk!” I shook against him. I tried to pry my hands from his, but it was useless. “Andre!”

“Mhm. That’s all I want to hear from you tonight.” He snickered as he continued to ease his fingers in and out of me. “You been wanting this dick and to get fucked, right?”

“Yes…” I panted as I came down from my release. “Oh fuck, yes!”

“I’m going to give you what you asked for.” His eyes were on me as he slid his fingers from my pussy. Placing them on my lips, he traced them with my juices before nodding his head upward and telling me to open. Obediently, I opened my mouth and relished how I tasted as he slid his fingers in and out.

“How does that taste?” he asked. I could feel his dick against my stomach, causing my focus to shift. His face was perfect, and his lips looked luscious. I wanted to explore his mouth with my tongue, so I pushed my body closer to his.

“Kiss me and see…” I exhaled as I leaned my head toward his, only for him to move his head away. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t put my lips on nothing that ain’t mine, baby.” He stepped away from me, going into his pocket and pulling out a gold-wrapped condom. “You ready?”

I wanted to be offended but now wasn’t the time. If he wanted to get right to it, that was fine by me. Pulling my shirt over my head, I watched as his eyes roamed my body and my bare breasts came into sight. After having my daughter, I had to get them lifted because they sagged a little. I was a solid 34C and was proud of my girls. Shimming from my tights, I stood before him in all of my naked glory.

“Damn,” he murmured as he stepped before me and slapped my ass. “You’re perfect.”

Giving him the most seductive smirk I could muster, I dropped to my knees and pulled his sweats down. The most beautiful, curved nine inches of power sprang out and tapped me on my lips. My mouth watered as the precum formed and dripped from the tip of his dick. Peering up at him, I stuck out my tongue for a little taste.

“Mhm…” I licked my lips as I took him into my hands. I giggled at its heaviness. “Oh, you brought dick, dick.”

“Man, watch out.” He chuckled as he pulled away, slowly rolling the rubber down the length of his member. After he was done, he placed his hands on his hips and eyed me. “Now, where were we?”

Confused, I just knew he didn’t expect me to take him into my mouth, covered in a condom. To my dismay, he was serious. When he swiveled his hips and placed his dick on my lips, I shook my head. “Uh, I don’t want to break the mood, but I’m not putting no nasty latex in my mouth, Dre.”

He stood firm, looking like a statue from the Renaissance era. I looked deeper into his eyes, hoping to get a read on how this was about to play out since his mouth and face said nothing. Finally smirking, he used his free hand to pull my chin down, opening my mouth. “Is that right? I beg to differ, Denim. Go ahead and open that mouth up and give it a try.”

Cautiously, I opened my mouth and allowed him to ease himself inside. I fought through the taste of the latex, and sooner than I thought, I could no longer taste the rubbery substance. After two more strokes, I loosened my jaw and took him in further.

“That’s right, Denim,” he groaned as he caressed my cheek and pushed himself in deeper. “You look good as fuck sucking this dick.”

There was something in the way he praised me that aroused me. I couldn’t believe I was allowing this man to fuck my mouth with a condom on because, in a way, it felt somewhat demeaning. But my pussy was beyond leaking—I was running like a tub faucet. Relaxing my jaw more, I started massaging his balls and was awarded with the sexiest growl I’d ever heard.

“Mhm,” I hummed on his dick and felt it jump inside my mouth. Bobbing my head faster, he gripped the bun in my hair and began fucking my face off rhythm. Once his movements became jerky, I knew he was close.

“You gone swallow this shit?” He gritted his teeth as he pumped faster. I knew my throat was going to be sore once we finished. “Fuck! I’m about to come. Open your mouth, baby.”

Pumping in and out of me a few more times, he removed the condom hastily and fisted himself as he jerked out his orgasm. Ropes and ropes of cum shot all over my mouth, face, and breasts as I watched him. It was the most erotic and vulgar thing I’ve ever done, and I was surprisingly turned on to the fucking max.

“You’re nasty as fuck, shorty.” He stumbled back onto the bed, huffing. I kept my eyes on him as I licked the remnants of his semen from my lips. “Come over here and put that ass in the air for me.”

Rising from the floor, I crossed the room and crawled onto my bed. Positioning myself in the middle, I laid my chest flat on the bed and arched my back so my ass was up, just the way he wanted.

Smack! Smack!

“Shit!” I hissed as he alternated between slapping each ass cheek. From left to right, I twerked each one as I gazed over my shoulder and watched as he placed another condom on. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

With his teeth tucked between his lips, he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Repositioning me back how I was, he slapped his dick against my ass before dragging it alongside my pussy.

“Know that once I give you this dick, nothing will come from it.” He eased the head in before pulling it back. “Know there will never be more between us than this.” He leaned forward and spit, and I could fill it drip down the crack of my ass. Using his thumb, he began to rim my anus, and I moaned from the sensation. “I might fuck you again, or you may never hear from me again. Just know… you will never experience another Andre Boudreaux. R.I.P. to this pussy.”

Easing both his thumb and dick into me at once, I felt as if I was about to combust. Moaning embarrassingly loud, I gripped the sheets as he stroked both my holes. I was losing control and losing it fast. The way this man was handling my body, I knew the dick was worth each body he’s caught over it.

“Shit, Dre…” I moaned, barely getting it out as he pulled out of me only to slam back in. “You’re fuckin’ me so good.”

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