Page 82 of Business Casual

With my eyes focused on him, I crawled closer and lowered my mouth on him again. With the new angle, I could take even more of him. He closed his eyes as if it were too much for him and that just turned me on more. Bobbing my head up and down, I gagged slightly every time he hit the back of my throat.

He growled, putting his hands on the back of my head.

I could sense that he was being rushed to his orgasm when he started to thrust his hips rhythmically.

“Imani, shit,” he groaned sexily. “It feels so fucking good.”

“Come in my mouth,” I demanded before deep throating him again.

“Fuck… You’re going to make me come.”

I continued doing exactly what I was doing. His body unable to control its reaction to my talents started to twitch.

“You should stop…” He moaned, holding my head in place. “I’m about to nut.”

I didn’t stop because I wanted him to lose control.

And he did.

With a rough grunt and a full body spasm, Tre came hard.

And I swallowed every drop.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I winked at him.

“Come here,” he commanded, helping me off the floor and standing me in front of him. “Now it’s my turn.”

His dick, shiny and hard, rested in his lap and all I could think about was climbing on it. But I had to be smart.

“We almost got caught,” I argued in a whisper, slapping his hand away.

The look of surprise on his face like he’d forgotten that quickly was almost comical. “Oh shit.”

I snickered behind my hand. “But that was hot…” I paused, glancing at his lap again. “I didn’t want to be caught, but something about hearing you try to handle business while your dick was in my mouth was…” I exhaled, ignoring the throbbing between my thighs.

He stared up at me in awe. “Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to.” I tilted my head to the side. “Because I wanted to relieve your stress. Because you turn me the fuck on. Because I like you. Lots of reasons.”

He stood and kissed me. “Well now let me eat you and show you how much I like you.”

“There’s no way we can do it without Josephine hearing or interrupting.”

“We can try,” he said, unbuttoning my pants.

“If she wasn’t here, I’d let you—ahh…” My sentence trailed off as his hand found itself in my pants.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to taste you right here? It feels like you do.” The pad of his finger massaged my clit. “I want to lick you right here. I want you to come on my tongue.”

My flesh was weak.

“Yes,” I moaned into his mouth as our lips passionately met.

The phone rang.

I groaned at the interruption.

With his hand still in my panties, he looked at the caller ID. “It’s Josephine,” he sighed.

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