“Come here, Goddess,” I say only this, and wait to see what she does. She twirls her hair around her finger. Doubt is like a noisy concert, filling the empty space of the room. “Chrissy.” She takes a deep breath and walks over to me. “Sit.” She turns to sit sideways, but I stop her. “Not like that. Spread your legs over mine.” She licks her lips as she begins to straddle me, her hands on my shoulders and the heat from her pussy causing my cock to groan. “I can see you have something you’ve wanted to say to me, since before Ingrid got here. I’m listening.” I move her hair off her shoulder and lean in to kiss and sniff her. Her scent is something I am beginning to need to make it throughout the day. If I don’t find a way to control it, I am going to become a junkie.
“I heard you on the phone with… Lanissa. I was wondering….is she...is she your girlfriend?” Hell. I didn’t know she heard me.
“No, Goddess. She...is not my girlfriend. If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t be able to do this,” I say before wrapping my mouth around her nipple through her bra, as my fingers slide up and down the side of her underwear. I can feel the dampness. The slippery sticky sugar her pussy is leaving behind, as she begins to move against me.
“Marquise,” she moans. Her hands yanking at my head. The pain going straight to my balls, filling them up with the cream that is going to bind her to me.
“Yes, Goddess. I’m here, baby. Just relax and let me play with my pussy a bit.” Pulling down the cup of her bra, I pinch her little peaks. Saliva seeping out the corner of my mouth. “You want that, don’t you baby? You want me inside of you, showing you who you belong to. Don’t you?” My fingers slide inside of her pussy, the slickness making it easy.
“Oh God,” she keens, throwing her head back giving me access to her neck. My tongue comes out and licks up the middle absorbing her sweat.
“Marquise, Goddess. Say it,” I command, my fingers moving in and out making sure to rub against the rough spot inside of her, that I know gives her the most pleasure.
“Marquise,” She barely whispers, moving faster.
“Say it again. I want you to say over and over, until you remember never to call me by another man’s name. I don’t care if it is the Almighty,” I say before sinking my teeth into her neck as I brush my knuckles against her walls. My cock is squirting in my pants, coating the inside of them. Like I give a shit. Grabbing her hair, I pull it back forcing her to look at me.
“You feel me, baby. All up inside of you. Imagine my cock taking the place of my fingers.” I pull my fingers out and put them in front of her mouth. “Lick them. Suck your sugar off my fingers.” Her eyes, glassy and filled with lust dilate as she does what I command, putting my fingers in her mouth. “Fuck,” I groan out before snatching them out of her mouth and shoving them back inside of her. “Fucking kiss me, Chrissy. Right fucking now. Kiss me and come for me baby.” Our mouths meet in a frenzy as my fingers pick up speed. We kiss, each of us starving for affection and emotion.
“Marquise!!! Yes,” she says before I feel her pussy release all the pent-up lust. She pants and rests her forehead against mine.
“You okay, baby?” I ask her, rubbing her back and hoping I wasn't too rough. I can’t seem to reign it in around her. What the hell am I going to do about it?
“I’m fine,” she says snuggling up against my neck. Her mouth sweeping over it, before she lifts her head. “Was she really not your girlfriend?”
“I promise, Goddess. I will never lie to you. Whether it will hurt your feelings or not, you will always get the truth from me. Say you understand.”
“I understand, Marquise,” she answers right away, sucking more of the doubt from me when she does.
“Good girl. Now I am going to send Ingrid back in here to finish helping you. I have to make a few more phone calls. You need anything from me, before I go into my office, baby?” She shakes her head no. “Okay.” I kiss her once more, taking a second to make sure she can feel the sincerity of my devotion to her needs. Once I leave the room, I go back into my office.
“She is ready for you now, Ingrid.” She leaves, but not before giving me the mama stare. Yea, this is definitely not going to escape my mom. I sit for a second before I give up and admit the truth. My mind is not on work. Hasn’t been since I found her. Life is sure taking an interesting turn.