Page 44 of Don't Kross Me
He leaned back in his seat and kept his oak brown orbs glued onto her. His gaze stuck on her for a while, long enough that she began to grow shy and tore her eyes away from his and fixed them on the charm bracelet she had on her wrist.
“Be real with me. What got you stuck?”
“Stuck? What you mean?”
Kross shrugged his broad shoulders. “It gotta be something that got you stuck with that lame-ass nigga. Let me know what it is.”
“Kross, you can’t fix my problems.”
“Who said I can’t?” he scoffed, full of arrogance. “Listen, ain’t shit in this world within my means I can’t do or fix. I make the world go ‘round in my fucking opinion,” he jested light heartedly, prompting them to share a laugh.
“Kross, please. You think you that nigga ‘cause you riding in your little Maybach and you got some nice-ass jewelry?”
“Nah, shawty. You said that. I think I’m that nigga ‘cause I put myself in the position for shit not to move unless I say so,” he corrected her.
Everything about his demeanor gave her the sense that he was a grown man who didn’t play any games. He knew what he had, the authority he possessed, and the capability he had to get whatever he wanted. He stood in his power, and that shit was sexy as hell.
“So, why you telling me this? You think you can save me or something?” Remedy bumped her brows together after she managed to muster up enough courage to lock eyes with him again.
“I don’t think nothing. IknowI can,” he boasted in full confidence.
“Too bad. I don’t need saving.”
“I respect that.” He nodded his head as he leaned up in his seat, minimizing the distance they had between them. “But tell me what you do need.”
Internally, her mind ran rampant as she endured the continuous game of cat and mouse they were playing. To the dismay of her mind, her body reacted to him openly. Her pussy got wet for him, her heart raced, and her palms grew clammy. It had been so long since she felt like that, it was almost as if her body was over circuiting. Before her mind and her fears could get in the way of what her body desperately yearned for, she posed him a question.
“Do you remember what you said earlier today?”
“I got bad memory, shawty. What did I say?” he taunted her with a deep chuckle. He knew exactly what she was referring to, but he got a kick out of watching her squirm.
The depth of his chuckle caused her to lightly clench her thighs together. Heat struck her body as she flipped her hair over her shoulders before responding to him. “I need my attitude fucked right up outta me.”
Kross licked his lips before his teeth sank into his bottom lip. The sight of his gold grills sent a chill down her spine as his eyes bore into her. He didn’t waste any time and spared her the witty response he could have let out. A gasp aired out of her as his hands went straight to her petite waist and his fingers slipped into the waistband of her Lululemon shorts. He shot her a questioning look, asking for permission to slip her out of her bottoms. She didn’t hesitate to offer him a nod, giving him the green light. She lifted herself up slightly, allowing him to slip off her shorts and lace panties in one swift movement.
Another sharp breath aired out of her as he gripped both of her ankles and propped her legs up on each end of the desk, positioning her body so it emulated a delicate butterfly. A devious smirk galivanted across his face while he marveledat her wet pussy that was waxed smooth. He could see the anticipation that filled her eyes and was eating her alive. He planned to be intentional with her tonight. He wanted to fuck her head up to make her realize that the possibilities were endless with him.
Frustration and confusion crowded Remedy’s face as she watched him lean back in his seat instead of dropping dick inside of her. She was anxiously waiting to be filled up by him, and her patience wasn’t suited for the games he wanted to play. After a brief moment with her legs propped open and him admiring her pussy, she let out a huff of air and closed her legs.
“Kross, what the fuck?” she hissed with her usual venomous attitude. Her eyes were narrowed, and she was seeing red after he just teased the fuck out of her.
“I didn’t tell you to fucking move, Remedy,” his voiced boomed throughout the office as he reached down and gripped her ankles tighter than he had done before. He firmly repositioned her legs, returning them to their previous position on each side of the desk, leaving her heart drumming rapidly against her chest.
Her attitude diminished instantly and was replaced with curiosity. She never had her pussy in a nigga’s face for that long without them fiending to dive into it. As thin as her patience ran, he tapped into a part of her brain that was uncharted territory, and now, she wanted to know what he had in store for her. He extended his arm to her and grabbed her right hand. He put down her index finger, pinky, and thumb before he slipped her ring and middle finger into the warmth of his mouth. Her breathing hitched as she felt him flick his tongue between her two fingers, filling her head with fantasies of him doing the same to her pussy.
Slowly, he slipped her fingers out of his mouth before steering her hand to her pussy. Her eyes darted between his faceand her hand with a questioning and unsure look masking her face.
“Show me how you want me to fuck you, Remedy,” he encouraged her as he leaned back in his seat.
He could tell he had just stunned her. He wasn’t too prideful to learn how to please a woman, and he was player enough to know that all women weren’t the same. When he did finally give her the dick she was fiending for, he wanted to come correct, so he needed to study her. They exchanged glances with each other, Remedy trying to figure out if he was serious while he waited patiently for her to come to terms with what she needed to do. The seriousness that webbed his orbs let her know he wasn’t playing and she had just set herself up for the ride of her fucking life.
As he watched her intently, her fingers feathered up and down the slit of her wet pussy. Once she parted her second set of juicy lips and exposed her glistening pink flesh, his mouth watered. She was gentle with herself, taking her time to find the rhythm that would take her on a trip of euphoria and ecstasy.
She wedged her bottom lip between her set of perfectly aligned teeth while her fingers circled her clit. Unable to hold herself back, a moan crooned out of her, sounding like music to Kross’ ears.
“Yeah, love. Let me hear you,” he encouraged her. His husky voice did something unprecedented to her body. It was almost like he had her enslaved under some sort of spell.
As she dipped her fingers into her tightness, a loud moan dispelled from her. Through her glossy eyes and lashes, she could see Kross’ eyes feasting on her. She had his dick bricked up, but he knew it would be a disservice to not only him, but to her as well if he rushed anything. Her juices left her fingers glistening as she fingered herself at a steady pace. The sexual tension and chemistry between them made her feel like the roomwas spinning. He was turning her out to a new wave of fucking, and it had little to do with touch and a whole lot to do with her mind.
