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“Oh, now you wanna’ fight back?”I taunted, picking up the pace.
My thighs burned, but I didn’t let up. I rode that man’s dick like I had something to prove, because I did. I wanted himruinedfor other women. I wanted him thinking about this moment every time he tried to touch another bitch. The sound of our bodies smacking echoed through the room. I grinned down at him, watching his restraint unravel piece by piece. His eyes fluttered, his abs clenched, and I could feel him teetering right on the edge.
“Don’t you cum until I say so.”I warned, grinding deeper, slower.
Just as the words left my mouth, that tingling started curling from my toes up into the pit of my stomach.
“F-fuck—baby, cum with me. Now.”
I kept bouncing as the orgasm hit me like a wave, shaking through every inch of my body. And I felt him right there with me—his dick pulsing deep, his hands gripping tight, both of us lost in it. After a few seconds, I climbed off him, slowly, letting his limp dick slip out of me while biting down the little moan that was trying to escape. Fuck, I wanted more but I had to play it cool. My thighs were trembling, and my head was all over the place, but I kept my face cool and unbothered as fuck like I did this shit every day.
His was breathing heavy, slouched into the couch with the condom still in place, glistening from my juices. That beautiful dick of his had me in a damn chokehold already. It was thick, smooth and curved just right. The way he let me dominate him while still keeping his boss energy was some shit I wasn’t used to but I really fucked with it.
I pulled the condom off, tied it like a grocery bag and tossed it into the trash on the way to snatching my dress up off the floor. Stepping into it, I pull the silky fabric up over my slick, sweaty body, and adjusted the straps in place.
“You good?” I asked casually, fluffing my girls in the mirror above the bar.
He sat silently watching me, his eyes full of heat and disbelief.
I smirked at his reflection. “Don’t look so shocked. I told you at the restaurant what type of time I was on. I wanted that dick and I got it. All is fair right?”
He chuckled low, dragging a hand over his jaw.
“Shit, I wasn’t expecting for you to put that pussy on me like that, ma.”
I winked. “Most don’t.”
I walked over and scooped my clutch off the counter, slipping my phone inside. Internally, I was spiraling on how good that dick just hit. My pussy was still throbbing, and I was mentally planning a fake ass excuse to see him again.
“Damn, you leaving already?” he asked, still sitting on the couch, shirtless. “I need a few more rounds of that shit. Pussy lethal than a muthafucka.”
I leaned down, kissed his cheek, then whispered against his ear.
“Sorry babes, I can’t give you too much too soon. Gotta leave you hungry for it.”
The truth was, I was the one hungry. Starving actually. I wanted so badly to strip back down, let him bend me over that couch and take me to pound town all fucking night but I was trying to keep it playa. I couldn’t fall victim to good, pretty dick without knowing more about the man it was attached too. Plus, I had a reputation to maintain.
“At least text me,” he said.
I gave him a slow once over and shrugged.
“We’ll see.”
Then I turned and strutted out like he hadn’t just rearranged my insides. I was sure to be limping by morning. I stepped into the elevator and leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and let out a deep breath.
“Damn,” I whispered to myself. This nigga had me dick-matized and I didn’t even know what his favorite color yet.
CHAPTER 9
Marcus
The scentof freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as I stepped into my office. I had a busy day today with meetings back-to-back and I knew I needed to prepare for them, but my mind was stuck on Tori. The way she looked in that tight ass black dress and even better when she dropped it. The way she swallowed my dick whole and then smirked at me like she didn’t see my eyes cock. That woman rode my dick like her life depended on it and I was shocked as hell at the way she took control. I woke up this morning and jacked my dick in the shower at the thought of her moans, thinking that would get me through the day but boy, was I wrong. She was living rent free in my head, and I knew that I had to see her again.
I pulled my phone out of slacks and went to her contact. My thumb hovered over the screen, ready to shoot her a text but I didn’t want to seem too thirsty. My office door swung open, jolting me from my thoughts. Dad stepped in, the same commanding presence that filled a room without saying a word. I straightened up, shoved the phone back in my pocket and slipped back into work mode.
“Marcus, meeting in ten,” he said, then turned to walk out.
“Hello to you to, Dad,” I said to myself.
