“You’re lucky you didn’t. I would have turned you over and rammed my cock into you. Ganesha would have missed his jog.”
Laughing, I kicked off my sneakers and slipped off my pants.
A minute later, he had his clothes off and me bent over the table. Slowly, he rubbed the tip of his fat cock along my opening. “Let’s go back to the topic of ownership.”
“No.” I bit my lip. “Let’s go deep inside of me.”
He smacked my ass.
“Oh.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
He rubbed slow circles along my pussy with the tip of his cock. I gripped the desk and pushed back, needing him to put it inside of me.
Growling, he pierced me only an inch. “You’re so fucking wet.”
It felt so good. His warm tip penetrating and stretching me.
Too good.
“Wait.” I froze.
He did too.
I rose a little and glanced over my shoulder. “Condom.”
He scowled. “But look at how shiny my cock is right now with you. I love the way you're dripping all over—”
“Condom, Kamal.”
Grumbling, he pulled the tip out and stalked off to the bedroom. His length remained erect in front and pointing forward. With every step, it bobbed a little.
A minute passed, he returned and glared. “Never send me to that drawer again.”
“Why not?”
“My sister has all types of disgusting things in there like lube—”
“She’s a fan of flavored—”
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” He spun me around, bent me over, and smacked my ass. “Just for that, I’m going to fuck you hard.”
“Please.” I giggled. “Do you need help with putting on that condom?”
“Don’t you worry your sexy ass about that.”
“Hmmm.”
Right when I thought he was going to fuck me, he lowered to the floor and spread my legs apart. Cool air brushed my folds. From behind, I was completely on display for him—my ass and pussy.
With his fingers, he spread my pussy open. “Let’s get back to the ownership topic.”
“Really, Kamal?”
He swiped his tongue along my pussy.
“Oh.”
He grabbed my ass with both of his hands and lapped at my center.
“Oh, God.” I trembled with pleasure. “You’re so nasty.”
“You are damn right I am.” He dipped his finger in my pussy. “I just want to make sure you’re still turned on.”
“Trust me, I am.”
“A lot could have happened in my journey to get the condom.”
“Fuck me, Kamal.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He rose and spread my legs open wider. And then he was deep inside of me. With no warning or time to catch my breath. So thick and fat. He expanded my pussy.
He growled, “This is mine.”
I gritted my teeth, doing my best to take that big cock. “Oh.”
“Say it, princess.”
“It’s yours.”
“Every fucking inch of this pussy.”
“Yes.”
“And your hugs?”
I almost laughed, but he reached around and flicked my clit. “Oh!”
Pumping into me, he rubbed my clit some more. “And your hugs?”
“Yes.”
Balls deep, he slammed hard into me. “Everything?”
“Yes.”
Then there was no more conversation. Only grunts and moans rising in the air with the scent of our sex. The table jerked back and forth. His laptop rattled. My legs went weak. He grabbed my hips and kept me up, making sure I continued to take him in whole, never giving me a moment of calm.My heart hammered into me. My nerves bloomed with lust and heat.
And then we came together. So hard, I screamed. So hard, he held me tight and growled like an animal into my ear. So hard, Ganesha barked over and over from the kitchen.
I collapsed on top of the table, not even sure if I could walk to the shower.
He and his cock are going to ruin me.
Afterward, we showered together.
Instead of him returning to work, we hung out in bed. I had a towel around my head and another around my body. He wore a robe he’d bought from his friend Ross’s store. He’d made us snacks—fruit, cheese, and crackers.
I reached for the remote control.
He shook his head. “No TV. I just want to focus on you.”
My heart warmed. “Okay.”
He leaned his head to the side. “Have you talked to Zora yet?”
“No.” Guilt hit me. “Why?”
“I was wondering if she knew about us.”
“Usually, we would have chatted by now. Granted, she is on her honeymoon.”
“Yes.”
“But. . .I’ve kind of been avoiding my next phone conversation with Zora. We know everything about each other. I can’t keep this from her.”
“I don’t expect you to.” He held my hand. “I could tell her.”
“But what would we say. Hey, Zora. We’re fucking now.”
“Or. . .we’re dating.”
“Are we dating, though?”
“Trust me. If restaurants and Broadway were open, you would fully understand that we were dating.”
I smiled. “I’ve always wanted to see a play on Broadway.”
“You will since you’re moving here.”
“I still haven’t decided.”
He gave me a wicked grin. “Hmmm.”
A scream came from the living room.
We jumped up.
Kamal got in front of me and raced into the living room. “What the hell is going on?”