Page 119 of Business Casual

I couldn’t see if he opened his eyes or not, but he stepped back without turning around.

I went to the front of him and grabbed his belt buckle. “Can I take this off?”

He started smiling. “Okay…”

I removed his belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his pants.

He licked his lips and opened his eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll tell you in one more minute,” I promised as my hand slipped into his boxer briefs.

He groaned as I wrapped my fingers around the base of him. He instantly started growing as a reaction to my touch. With my free hand, I pushed his pants to the floor.

I stepped to the side as the sunlight put a spotlight on the long, thick dick that I couldn’t get enough of. I ran my hand from the base to the tip, marveling at it.

“Inhale,” I told him. “Now exhale.”

“Imani…”

I looked up to find him watching me stroke him. I sucked my bottom lip as I got lost in the desirous look in his eyes.

Focus!

“Don’t move and close your eyes again,” I murmured, letting go of him and walking to the back of the chair.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but I like it,” he acknowledged, letting out a slight chuckle.

“Sit down,” I demanded. “No, don’t look. Just sit down. I promise I got you. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Not on purpose. Not if I can help it.”

As the words came out of my mouth, I felt a tightness in my chest.

Carefully, he started sitting down and I rolled the chair closer until the front hit the back of his calves. I locked the wheels and the recline. When he was seated, I leaned down and put my lips to his ear. “We have about ten minutes.”

“And what are we going to do in those ten minutes?”

Still touching one of his shoulders, I moved in front of him. “I’m going to take your stress away,” I murmured, placing each leg on either side of his thighs.

He opened his eyes to find me straddling him with my dress hiked up, showing my thighs. “Fuck.” His dick bounced, unprovoked.

He reached out and his fingertips skated up my legs and over my hips. But the closer he got to the apex of my thighs, the wider his eyes became. “Baby…” The word was barely audible as his fingers slipped over my wet, waxed flesh.

I closed my eyes for a moment as he parted my lips and played in my wetness. “Yeah,” I breathed.

“This is all for me.”

He didn’t pose it as a question. He was telling me what it was.

And that sent a chill down my spine.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the same yearning in his eyes that I felt in his touch. Without breaking eye contact, I took his fingers from between my legs and put them in my mouth, sucking my juices from them.

His mouth opened and deep, heavy breaths escaped him.

Reaching back between my thighs, he slid his wet finger over my slit and then inside me. I gasped as he repeated the action two more times. When he pulled his finger out, he sucked my juices from his fingers.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

Lowering myself, I sank down onto his swollen dick. With each inch, he filled me, stretching me. The sheer pleasure that erupted from my core weakened me as I took almost all of him. Tre grunted a string of expletives as I squeezed him deep inside of me.

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