Page 25 of Business Casual

He stopped.

My eyes fluttered open to find him watching me.

The look in his eyes was carnal and my stomach quivered.

“Why’d you stop?” I panted.

“Because the first time you come won’t be wasted on my fingers.” Staring deep into my eyes, he hooked his fingers into the sides of my lace G-string and pulled it down. “The first time you will come on my tongue as I taste your pussy.” He sat me down and pushed me back. “The second time you will come on my dick as I bury myself deep inside you.” He unzipped his pants and pushed down his boxer briefs with them. “And every other time you come will be however you want.”

I couldn’t breathe.

I heard every word that he said but I was distracted by his body. I was mesmerized by the defined muscles, the small smattering of hair that lead to the very hard, very thick dick that jutted from between his toned thighs. He had the length and the girth, and I couldn’t look away.

“Wow,” I breathed in appreciation.

It was beautiful.

I didn’t have time to sit up and touch it like I wanted to because he grabbed my legs and forced them in the air and over his shoulders in record time.

“I want to take my time with you…” Tre groaned, kissing my inner thighs. “But shit!”

I felt the heat of Tre’s mouth at almost the same time that my brain recognized his words. Because even though I heard him, nothing prepared me for the fiery intensity of his tongue moving over my slit.

“Oh God, ohmigod…”

He buried his face in me.

His tongue felt like it was everywhere, causing my mind to go blank. Moving methodically over me until finally, he started to suck on my clit.

My eyes shut tight, and I saw stars. “Tre…” Lifting my hips, I gave him better access to all of me. “Yes… Yes….”

The new angle made him groan into my wetness. I moaned his name repeatedly until I bucked against his tongue.

Sweet heat spread over my entire body as the aftereffects of my orgasm rippled through me.

“I could eat you all night,” Tre told me as I squirmed, trying to push his head from between my legs. “You taste so”—he kissed up my belly— “fucking”—between my breasts— “good”—until he was caging my head with his arms.

“That was magical.” I grabbed his face and brought his mouth to mine. I tasted myself and a shiver ran down my spine.

I kissed him harder.

Desire got the best of me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his hips down. The sensation of his dick sliding down my wet slit was too much.

He groaned into my mouth and the kiss deepened. When he shifted slightly, I felt his hand against me and realized it was because he was stroking himself. I rolled my hips hoping to feel his dick against me again.

“Mmm…” He pulled out of the kiss and sat back on his knees. His fingers ran over my sensitive flesh. “You have no idea.”

Using my wetness, he started stroking himself again. Watching him watching me as he masturbated with my juices was probably the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.

I reached between my legs and started toying with my clit. He eyed me with pure lust.

Reaching over the side of the bed, he grabbed his condom from his pants pocket and opened it. I watched him roll the latex over the thick mushroom like head and down the thick shaft. My toes curled in excitement knowing what was going to happen next.

I pinched my nipples. “Stop teasing me,” I whined wantonly.

I felt the head of Tre’s dick moving up and down my slit, but I held his gaze.

“God knows I’m not teasing you on purpose.” He exhaled roughly. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

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