June 17, 1:58 PM Me: Hey, boo. You want to grab
dinner at Toca Madera’s tonight?
Knowing that he was probably busy, I set the phone
down on my desk and went to work. A good hour later, I had the
concept board halfway finished and decided to take a break. The
first thing I did was check my phone to see if Grey had replied
back. He hadn’t. I felt the tips of my ears turn hot before I
started pacing the floor.
I knew he could be busy with the club, but what the
fuck else could he be doing that he wasn’t able to answer a quick
text within an hour? I mean, it only takes a few seconds to answer
yes or no, right? Just a few key strokes was all it took! The more
I thought about it, the angrier I became. If there was one thing
that I hated to be, it was ignored.
Grey was usually great at responding to me and
picking up when I called, but I had started to notice he had begun
to be a little more lax than usual. I hadn’t paid much attention to
it, but he definitely had my attention now. My thing was that he
couldn’t be that busy at the club. It was 3:30 pm on a Wednesday!
He didn’t have a party until tomorrow! What the hell was he doing,
huh? I could feel the irritation turning to anger, so I decided to
try again before I lost my cool. Quickly, I sent another text.
June 17, 3:06PM Me: You know I have to make a
reservation if you want to go. Let me know ASAP.
I stared at my phone as I continued to pace the
floor. This nigga better answer me. The fuck could he be doing? He
better not be with another bitch! I saw the way them little plastic
model hoes that worked at the club looked at him. Let me find out
that one of those little thirst buckets were slanging their box his
way! I’m going to---
Ding!
The notification on my phone stopped my rant
midsentence. I swiped my thumb across the screen and clicked on my
messages with a smile slowing creeping across my face. It faded
when I realized it was just Blu.
June 17, 3:08PM Blu: Hey girl. I need your help.
Meet me on Rodeo?
Shit, Blu! Now was not the time! I clicked ignore and
went back to pacing the floor. Why wasn’t he answering me? See, I
hated when men did this. One simple little response could kill all
the doubt swimming around in my brain. But no, instead of replying
no matter how simple the answer, a nigga will leave you hanging all
damn day, making you think of every possible scenario that could be
causing you to get ignored.
My mind ran a million miles a minute as I went down
the list of reasons why he hadn’t responded to me.
He could just
be busy, right? Or…he could be face deep in another bitch’s pussy!
Calm down, he could be driving!
I thought to myself.
He
hates to text and drive. Or…he could be giving one of them bottle
models he hired the long stroke on top of his desk!
“Ughhhh!” I screamed. This was driving me nuts!
“You good, ma?” a deep voice rumbled.
I whipped around so fast that I almost fell over.
Leaning against the door frame was Grey dressed in pair of camo
shorts, a snug white tee underneath a crisp blue jean shirt, a navy
blue Detroit snapback and some Jordan 3’s. My heart rate sped up at
the sight of my fine ass man. His presence immediately caused my
irritation to dissipate.
Gathering myself quickly, I smiled at him. “Grey,
what are you doing here?”
Instead of answering, he closed the door behind him
and smirked.
“Grey…” I looked at him curiously.
He walked over to me slowly, licking his lips and
coming out of his jean shirt without taking his sultry, grey eyes
off of me. In one swift move, he had ripped my Stella McCartney
skirt from its middle seam, hoisted me up by my waist and wrapped
my legs around him. I gasped as chills shot up my spine and my
panties moistened. Grey kissed me roughly and I replied with an
intense kiss of my own. All semblance of anger had vanished and now
I just wanted him to fuck me into oblivion. I was horny beyond
words.
I hurriedly pulled his t-shirt over his head before
he ripped open the front of my blouse, sending buttons flying
everywhere. He didn’t bother unhooking my bra; he just freed my
D-cups from their lace prison and pulled them into his mouth. I
squealed as his teeth grazed my erect nipples. His warm, wet mouth
was causing tremors to shoot through the nerve endings in my
breasts, eliciting a shudder from my body. I tossed my head back
and arched my back, allowing him better access. With my breasts
still in his mouth, Grey used his index and middle finger to move
my thongs to the side and plunge inside of me. Instinctively, I
clenched my muscles, wrapped my walls around his fingers and pulled
him in deeper. I pushed both of my large breasts together and edged
them towards his mouth. He responded to my suggestive gesture by
biting down lightly on my nipples that now resembled two Hershey
kisses, and a low moan tumbled from my lips.
“You wet as fuck, ma,” he growled into my ear.
Something about the way that he talked to me with
that Midwest twang made my clit jump every time. Briefly, I let my
eyes travel down, wanting to see Grey in action, and met his gaze.
A wicked smiled crossed his lips as he used his index and middle
finger to stir my juices and his thumb to stroke my love
button. Without breaking his rhythm, Grey crossed the room
and laid me down on the leather sectional. I let my eyes roam his
perfectly chiseled body that was covered in beautiful tattoos and
couldn’t help but think about how fucking lucky I was. My thoughts
were interrupted when Grey hooked one finger into the middle of my
soaked Dita Von Teese lace thongs, and eased down my body until his
face was eye level with my pussy. My breath caught when he gripped
my thighs and pulled me closer to his face; I was eagerly
anticipating the tongue lashing he was preparing to give me.
Nothing happened for the next few moments. I was hot
and wet and this nigga wanted to just sit there with my pussy in
his face. I waited in agony for his lips, tongue or his fingers to
touch me, but all I could feel was his breath tickling my clit,
teasing me with the thought of what was to come. Sick of his shit,
I pushed his head right where I needed him to go and wrapped my
legs around his neck, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere anytime
soon. I heard him chuckle, but I didn’t see a damn thing funny as I
almost choked on my own spit when his stiff tongue finally made
contact with my swollen pearl.
“Mmmm…” I gripped the couch cushions and squirmed
against the hot leather fabric as I felt his tongue do laps around
my clit. He gave me long, slow strokes at first, like he was eating
chocolate soft serve. And best believe I was melting right into his
mouth and my juices were spilling all over his thick, expertly
skilled tongue. I moved my hips in rhythm with his tongue stroke
and I felt small shots of electricity shoot from my toes up my
spine.
“Oh God!” I suddenly screamed.
This nigga had the audacity to let his tongue vibrate
against my clit. That shit had my ass ready to wave a white flag! I
swear his tongue was battery operated because no man’s tongue could
move at that speed without some assistance. He had me out of breath
and I wasn’t even doing shit! I started backing away from him,
scared that I was about to experience some shit I wasn’t ready for,
but Grey wasn’t having that.
“Bring that ass back here,” he grumbled while
latching on to my hips and bringing my body back towards his face.
“You wanted that shit, so you gon’ take it.”
I couldn’t fight his strong ass if I wanted to. He
pulled my clit back into his mouth and sucked on it like a
watermelon Jolly Rancher. I grabbed a handful of his dreads and
moaned so loud that I was surprised Tristan didn’t come running her
nosey ass to the door to see what was wrong. He continued to
give me a tongue lashing that felt so good and tortured me so bad
that it felt like punishment. I was running from him like I stole
something, but I probably would have swung on him if he had
attempted to stop. Mixed emotions flowed through me as I welcomed
the feeling his was giving me and rejected it all at the same time.
It was too much.
“Fuckkkkk Grey, shit!”
Grey’s tongue swirled around my clit. Then he dipped
it right inside me and fucked me with his tongue like it was the
thick rod hanging between his legs. I swallowed hard as he took his
finger and massaged my clit while still darting his tongue in and
out of me. I lost my damn mind. An orgasm came sweeping through my
body, making me feel lightheaded as hell. My juices came pouring
out like rain and Grey was there to collect every drop with his
tongue. Two tears escaped from my eyes; his head game was just that
vicious. Grey stood up and laughed before he took a few tissues
from the box on my desk, wiped his mouth and laughed again.
“Your lil’ feisty ass was about to go ham on a nigga,
wasn’t you?” He grinned as he reached for his shirt.
“What?” I said barely above a whisper. I was still
stuck off the orgasm Grey had just gave me.
“When I ain’t answer. If I didn’t come when I did,
your crazy ass would have come looking for me.” He laughed again.
“No fucking chill.”
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him as
he placed his snapback on his head and attempted to walk towards
the door.
“The fuck you goin’?” I asked with attitude. I know
this nigga didn’t think he was about to leave.
“To the club. I got a meeting in an hour. Don’t
worry, I’ma handle that tonight.” He threw a smile my way and
turned back towards the door.
Aw, hell naw! This nigga got me all fucked up. His
smooth ass thought that he was just going to waltz in my job,
interrupt my meeting, get me all worked up and dip? Naw, he must
not know who he’s fucking with. Before Grey could reach the door, I
hopped up off the couch and shoved the office chair past him and
towards the door, blocking his exit.
“Nakami, for real. I gotta get back to work.”
“Fuck work, nigga.”
I pushed him down onto the chair and went to work
unbuckling his pants. He made a weak ass attempt to brush my hands
away, but that nigga knew he wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted
to fuck him. I got his shorts undone in no time and pulled
out his long, thick pretty ass dick. It was already hard for me, so
I stroked it a few times before I hopped right on. I took a seat on
his lap and used my hand to guide him inside of me.
“Shit…” Grey moaned.
I smirked because now it was my turn to pay that ass
back. If he thought he was the only one with some tricks up his
sleeve, he thought wrong. I started off slow, planting my feet on
the ground and pushing off to get a good bounce going. I made sure
to squeeze my muscles around his dick before I came all the way
down. Multi-tasking, I licked and sucked on his neck, making sure I
left a hickey on his light bright ass. He smacked my ass hard and I
grinned to myself. I sped up my rhythm, leaned into Grey’s body and
bounced my ass instead of using my entire body. I built a steady
rhythm to the beat in my head and could feel the tip of his dick
hitting my spot. I let off a moan as I felt another orgasm building
up.
Grey pulled on my long, wavy hair. “Ride that shit,
ma.”
Oh, I was going to ride it alright. Changing it up, I
started to wind my hips in a circular motion, rolling my body like
I was full-blooded Jamaican. I could sense Grey losing control of
his body by the way his eyes were rolling in the back of his head.
Oh no, he wasn’t going to get off that easy. Forcing my breast in
his face, I leaned back and hooked my heels into the bottom of the
chair and rode him like a mechanical bull. I lassoed his dick with
my slippery walls and twisted my hips so that he could hit every
corner, pocket, crook and crevice.
“Gottdamn, you got some good pussy, girl. Shit.”
I heard his toes crack and I had to stifle a giggle.
He gripped my ass and dug his nails into my cheeks as he tried to
hold his nut off. Naw, he was going to give me that nut. Slowly I
rose from his lap so that only the tip of his dick was inside and
just waited. His eyes popped open when he felt me stop
moving.
“What the fuck, Naka-“
Before he could finish his sentence, I clenched my
walls around him and slammed my body onto his lap.
“SHIT!” he yelled out.
I rose up again and waited. He bit down on his lip so
hard I thought he was going to draw blood. He tried to slam me back
down but I held firm. When I was ready, I clenched my muscles,
gripping his dick inside me, and slowly slid back down, twisting my
hips again before I landed back on his lap. He sucked his lip in,
trying not to scream like a little bitch, and I laughed out loud.
This time I rose but when I slid back down, I popped my ass and
brought my lower body forward in a scooping motion, so that my clit
rubbed up against him. The sensation drove me wild. I was nearing
my peak, but I wanted to make him come at the same time. I picked
up speed and bounced all over his member. He had my shit good and
gushy because the only noise that could be heard in the room was
the sound of my overflow of juices being stirred. Grey started
matching my rhythm and fucking me back.
“Mhmmm…” we said in unison.
I did my signature “stand and slam” move once more
before Grey said, “Fuck this,” and he picked my ass up.
“You think I’m bout to let you fuck me?” he whispered
before he thrust himself into me hard, still holding my body up in
the air. My smile quickly faded when he started fucking me at a
pace that made me dizzy. He reached up and grabbed the back of my
head, forcing my lips to his and kissed me roughly. I bit down on
his lip and dug my nails into his back. Grey now had me laying
across my desk, flat on my back with one hand on my shoulder and
the other hand on my hip, driving into me like he was trying to
break something. I grabbed up my titties in my hand and pinched my
nipples, heightening the sensation of the orgasm that was beginning
to break.