Page 105 of Crossing Lines

“I got you.”

She makes out with me so passionately that my dick struggles to behave.

“Y’all have people watching,” Cairo teases, sitting at the table with Preston and Moya. “Sup, Davia?”

“Hey, guys. Moya.” She eases off my lap and settles beside me. “Is Iree coming?”

“Nah, she’s mad at y’all.”

I scoff. “She’s being a brat. It’s not her business.”

Cairo drinks a bit. “Maybe she’s worried about it being awkward since she works with you, Davia.”

Davia cuts away like she’s hiding something. “Yeah. Ahem. She isn’t speaking to me.”

“She’ll come around,” Cairo assures while bobbing.

“Whew!” Trishell exclaims as she and Reeve approach us. “I’m tired from all that dancing.” They sit on the empty seats by Davia after ordering drinks.

“Y’all have been at it a while,” Davia smiles at them.

“Mmhm.” Trishell chugs some liquor, throwing her wavy hair off her shoulders. “I broke a sweat ‘cause I didn’t want to stop.”

“You’re a great dancer, baby love,” Reeve praises her in his Jamaican accent. “Can’t wait to bring you to street dances back home.”

She snorts. “I don’t know, boo. Y’all be wilding on the island. I’ve seen the videos.”

“Jamaica seems like a vibe,” Cairo comments after drinking.

“For real,” Preston adds. “Hey, man. Give me info on the hottest spots when you have time. I’m fixing to fly there soon.”

“You bringing me with you?” Moya asks in a flirty tone, eyes glistening. He never travels with women because he meets them in the country. I’m curious to see his response after telling us he’s changing his ways.

“Sure, baby,” he says and kisses her. They giggle after he whispers something.

Cairo and I exchange a surprised look. Maybe he indeed does like this woman.

“Let’s go to your office,” Davia whispers.

Smirking, I take her hand and lead her down, kissing her hard the moment I lock the door and turn on the light.

“Mmm.” She drags me to the sofa and kneels.

My dick stiffens because I know what she’s about to do. I ease up and shove down my pants and boxers for her. My body shudders as she grips my shaft, spits on it, and gives it a good rub.

Staring into my eyes, she damn near swallows all nine inches, sucking for seconds before coming up.

“Fuck, baby…” I lean back and enjoy her expert blowjob, on the verge of shattering too soon from the indescribable pleasure. “Yeah.”

Davia twirls her tongue while thrusting, making me hitch and pump into her mouth. She switches to my swollen balls and licks and sucks on them.

“Shiiiitttt,” I grate, feeling the pressure skyrocket.

As she takes my length to her throat again, bobbing faster, my toes curl in the shoes, and I shoot up into her mouth. “Fuck… Davi…”

She slurps every drop and tugs off her wet panties. Pulling up her skirt, she positions her knees on either side of me and sinks her hot pussy onto my throbbing dick. “You feel so good inside me.”

“Cause we fit perfectly.” I grip her plump ass. “Bounce on that shit, baby.”

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