Page 29 of This: Blake & Emon

“Proud of you, Blake,” he said. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d told her that. “I’m about to head out though. Y’all be good.”

“What did you do?” she turned and asked Emon.

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago, but girl, you got a nigga feeling like mush with this. I’m touched for real, baby.”

Blake grabbed Emon’s hand. “Show me your office.”

“What you got in mind?” He already knew by the way she was on biting that bottom lip of hers.

“Just want to make sure you eat your lunch,” she said innocently.

“Come here then,” he took her hand, leading her down a hallway to what turned out to be his office. She was impressed it was way nicer than she expected.

The moment the lock clicked, Emon had Blake pressed against his office door. His hands found her thighs, lifting her easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You know what you do to me?” He breathed against her neck. “Coming here looking this good, supporting my vision...”

“No, tell me,” she whispered against his ear. She hadn’t come here to have her toes curled. She came to do the toe curling. After the way he had handled her at the hospital, she needed some payback. Blake tapped his shoulder, and he put her down. On her feet, she pushed him off her and into the office chair behind him.

“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish,” he warned, but Blake was already dropping down to her knees, her hands making quick work of his belt.

“Oh, I plan to finish what you started in that supply closet.” She looked up at him through her lashes, that innocent act from earlier completely gone. “You thought you was gone have me at work thinking about you all day and I not return the favor?”

His dick sprung free, making her bite her lip in anticipation. There was something about the way he stood at attention for her that made her feel powerful. Thick, proud, and all hers, just like the man himself.

Emon’s head fell back against the chair as her lips kissed the tip before sliding down his length. Blake’s head bobbed upand down, coating his shaft with her wet mouth. The suction drove him crazy. “Shit, baby—”

“Shh,” she teased, enjoying having him at her mercy for once. “Don’t run from me.” Blake had Emon fucked up, but he was going to play her game for now. He liked games too, and she knew that. She also needed to be careful before he had her ass in a swing with nowhere to go.

“I missed you,” she said, kissing the tip before swallowing him whole again. His hands grabbed her ponytail tightly as she took him deep, a groan escaping his lips. Blake took her time, savoring the way his body tensed under her touch. She hummed against him, knowing the vibration would drive him crazy. It had been two days since she’d seen him, and she missed him. All of him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his grip tightening. “I love an eater. Eat that dick up.”

“Did you miss me?” she asked him. Before he could respond, she went back to work, her tongue doing things that had his toes curling in his shoes. She was deep-throating, gagging, spitting, twisting, and thoroughly enjoying watching him come undone.

“Blake...” The warning in his voice only made her more determined.

“Blake what?” she asked, glaring at him. The eye contact had her leaking and messing up the seat of her panties. She wanted to feel Emon, but today was about him. Her needs could wait. Fortunately, that was not how her man operated. He wanted to be deep inside of her, thanking her for her contributions.

In one smooth motion, he pulled her up and spun her around, pressing her against his desk. “You think I don’t know what you need?” His hands found the zipper of her shorts. “Youthink I can’t tell how wet you are just from having me in your mouth?”

“This ain’t about me—”

“Baby, it’s always about you.” His lips found her neck, and his fingers traveled between her legs, confirming what he already knew. “Now let me show you how much I appreciate that support.”

“I got girls’ day today,” she said, reminding him like he cared. Blake was going to have to run home before she linked with Paige and Taylor. She’d gotten ahead of herself, and she hoped her girls understood.

“So, what that got to do with the here and now? You came in here playing with me, right?” Emon couldn’t understand why she would ever think he’d pass up an opportunity to be inside of her. He tugged at her shorts and soaking wet panties until they dropped to the floor and pooled at her feet. Slowly, Emon entered his woman and groaned. “I did miss you, though. Two days is a long time.”

Emon’s hands found her neck while he had her bent over his desk. Fuck the papers, fuck the volunteers, fuck the patrons, fuck the world. If it wasn’t about Blake, it wasn’t about shit. He had one mission and one mission only to make his woman cum all over his dick.

“Show me how much you missed me,” she muttered, airway constricting in the most deliciously dangerous way. She wouldn’t want to potentially pass out any other way though. Blake knew how much he liked for her to use her words, and she knew that would pay off. He was going to make her cum, cream, and squirt. She deserved it.

“You deserve that,” he said, pulling out of her to ensure her nectar was coating his dick how he liked. Seeing her juices made him go harder. He gripped her hip with one hand and the other toyed with her clit. The sensation of double pleasurehad her on the verge of screaming, but she knew she couldn’t. Emon worked her center slowly until he felt that familiar feeling. The goosebumps riddling Blake’s body let him know they’d be reaching their destination at the same time.

“Blake...”

The warning in his voice only made her more determined. She’d ground her hips into him, causing him to see stars, like the roof of a Maybach.

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