Page 30 of Mr. On Your Knees
He broke the kiss, resting his forehead on hers as they both breathed heavily. “I should’ve communicated better,” he whispered. “Should have told you how I was feeling so we could’ve worked through it. I’m so sorry I let you go, but I knew you needed to leave. Just like my mother needed to.”
Even though it still broke her heart, she understood everything he’d just said and could no longer be angry with him for how things had turned out. They’d both done exactly what they felt they needed to do in that moment.
“I’ll be right back,” she said and then hopped up from the chair.
He stood. “Wait. Where are you going?”
She crossed the room and then bent down to pick up the remote control he’d been using.
“How do I turn this off without messing up anything?” she asked him.
When he followed her across the room, he reached out to point at the buttons she needed to push. She did as he directed and watched the television screen go black.
“Why did you need to turn that off?” he asked, his gaze dropping to her breasts that were partially bared because her dress had started to slip down a little in the front.
Desi took a step back from him and untied the dress the way she had last night. His gaze was locked on her body now and she loved it. Loved how Jared’s unwavering desire for her had always made her feel so powerful. That’s how she’d been able to order him to his knees last night and when he’d done as she asked her pussy had gushed with excitement. “Because I want your undivided attention,” she said as the dress fell to the floor and she went to her knees.
“Des,” he murmured when her hands worked his shorts down. His long hard dick bounced free and she cupped him at the base.
“This is how you like me, isn’t it, my love?” she whispered as she rubbed the head of his dick over her cheek.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned and pushed his hands through her hair. “I fuckin’ love you on your knees, baby.”
She knew that, just like she knew he was going to suck in a breath and curse the moment she dipped her head lower and sucked his balls into her mouth.
“Desi, damn, baby!”
But she didn’t stop there. After she’d sucked on his balls for a while, let his moans and groans filter through her body making her even more aroused than she already was, she closed her mouth over the head of his dick. Jared grabbed her face, tilting her head back until she could look up at him.
“All of it, Des. Take all of it.”
And she did, easing every inch of his length into her mouth until she gagged.
“Hell yeah,” he moaned and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Hell yeah, choke on it, baby. Just like I love it.”
And she did. Pulling back and then deep throating him again until her eyes watered and tears rolled down her cheeks. He wiped the tears away as he still held her face so that he could look down at her. “You’re so damn pretty when you take this dick Des. So damn pretty.”
She worked his dick in and out of her mouth until he was gasping for air, panting out the words, “I’m. About. To. Come!”
She held him even tighter then, hollowing her cheeks to suck him harder, deeper until he shot his release down her throat.
“Come the fuck here,” he said when his thighs had stopped trembling. He pulled her up to her feet and kissed her so deeply she couldn’t remember her name. “I love you, Desi.” He groaned into her mouth. “I love you.”
Chapter12
The New Beginning
THREE WEEKS LATER
JUNETEENTH ART EXHIBIT & MASQUERADE BALL
“It was extremely important for me to represent my community here today. Giving a special thanks to my good friend, Manny Fields and Jackie from the Gbenga Gallery for helping me select pieces that were not only created by talented Black artists, but that also accurately depicted our story in this nation. It’s a story that should be told no matter how many times and in all its despicable details so that history will hopefully never repeat itself.” Jared paused at the applause that roared through the ballroom.
He looked absolutely amazing in the black Tom Ford tuxedo. He’d removed his mask—the one that she’d purchased as a part of a set to go with hers—since the media was present and many guests in the audience were recording him with their phones. They’d positioned a podium at the front of the room and at the last minute had decided to add four more canvases from the gallery to this ballroom. There were two on each side of the podium. Paintings that depicted imaginings of what the Juneteenth celebrations would’ve looked like in those early years in Texas, encompassing the strength and the tenacity of a people that even today were still struggling to claim equality.
“I want to also recognize Jason Carrington and the entire Carrington family who were behind this event from the moment I presented it to them. Their steadfast support and generous contribution to the Mr. Black Organization are immensely appreciated,” Jared continued when the room had quieted down. “And my team, Mari, Aaron, the staff at The Carrington and the phenomenal Desirae Kane from Kane Design and Productions, this event would not have been possible without you. Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart.”
His gaze found Desi’s as he lifted a hand to tap his heart. How he’d managed to zoom in on her in a room of almost three hundred guests who were all wearing masks she would never know. But she held his gaze and smiled, memories of being wrapped in his arms as she rode him until they were both screaming in ecstasy last night came flashing back.
