Page 17 of Sweetest Temptation
“Samir!” she exclaimed, trying to push me away, but her strength was no match for mine.
I leaned in, voice low and dangerous. “Oh, you thought you could just leave after disrespecting my office. Nah, I don’t play that shit.”
“Fuck you and your office, nigga! Let me go before I mace your ass!”
“Yeah, your ass ain’t getting any dick. That’s gotta be it. That pussy ain’t have a proper beating since the last time I been in it.”
She gasped before her hand slapped me across my face. Out of instinct, I grabbed her neck. Not hard, just enough to control the situation. Her eyes expanded, a mix of shock, irritation, and something darker flickering within. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my hand; every inch of her body was alive. She shifted against me. It was as if she was daring me—challenging me—and I wasn’t about to back down.
Not able to control myself, I crashed my lips against hers. At first, she tried to pull away, but the moment my tongue parted her lips, she gave in. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, and I could feel her body pressing against mine. Shemoaned, low and needy, sending a surge straight to my dick. I deepened the kiss, one hand gripping her waist while the other cupped her ass, lifting her slightly against me.
“Damn, you got my dick hard.” I kissed her neck. “I’m about to fuck that anger up out of you, love. I can’t stop thinking about how this pussy had my dick in a chokehold.” Within seconds, I had her bent over my desk with her skirt pushed over her ass. Then I was on my knees. I ripped her lace panties from her flesh and dove headfirst into her middle. Her pussy smelled and tasted just as sweet as her cakes.
“Mmm! Samir… No! We can’t… Oh, God, that feels so good! Don’t stop,” she moaned out the string of words between asking me to stop and to keep going.
I spread her ass cheeks apart and sucked her clit into my mouth before my tongue dipped in and out of her pussy. Her shit was so sweet and leaking.
“Fuck, Zanova! This shit is addictive.” I grunted, feasting on her middle.
I circled my tongue back and forth against her clit before tugging it inside my mouth and shaking my head side to side at a fast pace. She screamed my name loud as fuck, and I knew Hailey heard her. But I didn’t give a fuck; I was hooked by her taste alone.
After she came all over my face, I stood and dropped my pants, releasing my dick. Panting, she looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes filled with lust, as I lined my shit up to her opening. I gripped her waist and filled her up with all ten inches of this dick.
“Samir! W-wait! It’s so big!” she cried out, reaching her hand back to try to slow my pace.
I slapped her hand away and pounded her pussy with no mercy. “Nah, you a big girl. You can handle this dick.” I slappedher ass, watching that shit ripple like Jello. “You came into my office showing your ass. Now shut up and throw that ass back.”
I grunted when she obliged and bounced her ass against me. My head dropped back, and I stared up at the ceiling, trying to think of something besides the tightness of her pussy. I didn’t want to bust prematurely.
“Ahh!” I gritted my teeth.
“Oh, shit! Samir, I’m about to come!” She gasped, hands gripping the edge of my desk as I took control, my pace steady and unrelenting. Every breath she released came out shaky and broken, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and need.
“Let that shit go, baby. Fuck! I’m about to nut in this juicy motherfucka!” I growled, gripping her tighter. When her pussy clenched around me, and her voice broke again, saying my name like a secret she shouldn’t be telling, I lost it. My head fell back again, breath heavy, heartbeat pounding in my ears as everything blurred into white heat and I shot my nut deep inside her.
And just like that, it was over.
The tension, the chaos, the fight between us collapsed into a silence so thick it was deafening. I stayed there for a moment, my hand still gripping the edge of the desk, trying to catch my breath, and then my eyes shot open. The sound of the city came rushing back—the sound of traffic and the ticking of the clock on the wall. My office was empty. Papers were still neatly stacked atop my desk. No Zanova. Just me.
And that’s when I realized… a nigga had dozed off, and it was all a damn dream.
I got myself together, trying to shake off the morning haze, when my office door flew open. In walked my ex-wife, as if she still had keys to my office—and my life.
Hailey rushed in right behind her, looking flustered. Out of breath, she stated, “I’m sorry, Mr. Carter. She wouldn’t listen when I told her she needed to be announced first.”
I sighed, already feeling the headache coming on. “It’s fine, Hailey. Close the door.”
She hesitated, glancing between us, but I gave her a small nod. Once the door clicked shut, I leaned back in my chair, eyes locked on the woman standing across from me.
She was still as beautiful as the first day I met her. Her almond complexion was blemish-free, and her slightly chinky, dark eyes fit perfectly with her short, black pixie hairstyle. With a hint of blond on one side of the cut, she looked exotic. Paige was done up as always, and even though she was on the slim side, she still had noticeable curves that looked good in the tight sweater dress she wore. Noticing the small stains on the front, I assumed she’d just come from brunch. The purse that hung over her shoulders was one I had bought her for her last birthday before we split. It looked like it had seen better days.
As beautiful as she was, her soul was ugly.
“What do you want, Paige? You have five seconds to speak your piece before I have security drag your ass out of here.”
“Mir—”
“It’s Samir.” I pushed out with a growl.
