Page 93 of Deuce

When I opened it, I found LeAnn sitting across from him. A smirk found its way to my face as I closed the door and strolled over to my man. He backed his chair away from the desk and motioned for me to sit on his lap. When I did, his hand gripped the back of my neck, and he pulled me into him for a kiss. Of course, his nasty ass had to slip his tongue into my mouth.

LeAnn cleared her throat.

I giggled as I turned to face her. “Good evening, LeAnn.”

“Salima,” she said, with much disdain. “Shouldn’t you be preparing for your shift?”

“I won’t be long. I just wanted to see my man.”

Deuce grinned. “Are we done here, LeAnn?”

She rolled her eyes as she stood. “Yeah. We’re done.”

Grabbing her things, she walked to the door with me following behind her. As soon as she was on the other side, I closed and locked it. Turning back to Deuce, I strutted over to where he sat at his desk, eyeing me lustfully. I’d purposely worn a short skirt tonight, just for him. It stopped a little below my ass and if I bent over, my goodies would be on display for everyone to see.

My top was a simple white v-neck that I tucked into the skirt. I dressed up the outfit with silver jewelry and a pair of heels. My hair hung in the wash-n-go curls I’d been sporting all day.

“You gon’ make me fuck you up with that shit on,” he said as I approached him.

I chuckled. “You don’t like my outfit?”

“Hell yeah, I do. I know these niggas are gonna like it, too.”

Placing my hands on either side of the chair arms, I leaned into him and pecked his lips.

“I only have eyes for you, baby.”

His eyes trailed me as I dropped into a squat in front of him.

“Whatchu doing?”

“Giving you a proper thank you for the many wonderful surprises today.”

I undid his slacks and slipped my hand inside. His dick was already semihard as I pulled it out. My mouth immediately salivated at the sight of it. Spitting on the head, I used it to lube him up. Once he was fully hard, I kissed the head before taking him deep into my mouth.

“Fuck…”

He groaned as I worked him in down to the base. I sucked him slow and steady as I looked into his eyes. A deep frown had formed on his face, and hit bit his lip as he watched me. Up and down, my head bobbed. With every stroke of my mouth, he released a curse.

“Shit!”

“Fuck!”

“Goddammit, Salima!”

Popping him out of my mouth, I sucked his balls as I continued to jack his dick.

“Thank you, baby.” I purred as I planted kisses all over his shaft. “You’re so good to me. I just wanna be good to you, too.”

He hissed as I deep throated him again. This time, I sucked him harder and faster, causing him to twitch in his seat. His hand went to the back of my head, where he gripped my curls.

“You’re good to me, baby,” he declared. “My good… fucking… girl.”

Something about him calling me that only heightened my arousal and sent my head game into overdrive. I made it my mission to suck him dry. I pulled out my bag of tricks and before I knew it, he was shooting off down my throat.

“You fucking throat demon,” he said, causing me to giggle as he stood.

He yanked me up from the floor and bent me over the desk. Pushing my skirt up, he pulled my boy shorts down and smackedmy ass. Spreading my cheeks, he placed the head of his dick at my entrance. In one swift thrust, he’d buried himself deep in my walls.

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