Page 17 of Mr. Big Stuff

Her chuckles filled the air, as I got up from the couch that nearly had me spilling secrets.

“Go ahead, baby boy. I have things to do too.”

Chapter10

Tracey

We were a month away from The Mr. Black Juneteenth event, which meant I spent most of my days communicating with the talent, vendors, and dealing with Raymond’s changing moods.

It was bad enough that management for Rashaad had a long list of specific things required for Rashaad to perform. The guy sounded like whatever the male version of a diva was, but Carina pointed out, and was probably right about, that it had little to do with him and that it was his team making those requests just to ensure he was more than comfortable. Doing the damn most.

Whatever it was—between him and Raymond—I had both hands full. One with work, the other with dick that was big enough to fill me up and send me straight to bed every night. But he still frustrated me because we were blurring so many lines whispering shit to each other like we were an item but in the open, I was referring him to Mr. McCullough still. During the day he was all professional, but in the evenings he was all up on me that I couldn’t help but feel like his woman. Cooking breakfast and dinner and shit. But we’d walk into the building and everything shifted. We were two different couples because he became a different person on me just based on the position of the sun in the sky.

I wasn’t complaining about the evenings, though. Lawd, I would not. That man mastered my body in a way that his dick became less intimidating each time he entered me the way he did, stretching my limbs this way and that way, arching my back to get right where I could flood his dick with cream…just thinking about it made me shudder and bite my lip. But all this made no sense because I had no idea why he wanted to pretend his balls hadn’t been slapping my chin while I gagged on his dick only eight hours earlier. Everyday mind you.

I refused to talk to a soul about it because I knew I looked stupid. Was stupid. It would look like he was taking advantage of me and my services while I was in an impossible situation and you know what, it did look that way. But I couldn’t explain why, I knew it wasn’t that. Maybe we weren’t official, but we werereal. I suppose, I was finally listening to my mom and having faith in something finally. Whatever it was, I knew what I felt when he touched me and looked in my eyes, and kissed me. My soul shifted every time he was close. My nerves calmed in a way I hadn’t felt since my dad was alive.

After Raymond dropped me off at my house and pulled off following the presentation at Mr. Berry’s, he stopped by to speak with me. I was surprised he’d want to return because I had pushed him away the night before, hoping doing so would delay us getting into all the things I’d rather forget. I didn’t want to talk about KIB or my emotions. I kept wanting to forget my hardships and move forward but somehow, I was reminded of my past every time I got in the groove.

That afternoon, at my house, I watched him with curiosity as I stepped back and allowed him to enter. Though he seemed conflicted by something, he pulled me close to him in a hug that set my body on fire. I would have opened up right there for him but his eyes, when he pulled away, said he hadn’t come for the booty.

“Do you believe in yourself, Tracey?” he asked me once settled onto my couch. I slowly dropped down to the couch beside him.

“Where is this question coming from, Raymond?”

“From me. Answer.” I wasn’t sure if he was here as my boss or my lover. Either way his stern approach had me ready to obey.

“I don’t know. I used to for sure but now … some days I don’t, but more and more I do. I know I’m intelligent. I know I’m beautiful. I just thought I’d be further along by now.”

He nodded like he understood.

“My advice is to stop fussing with yourself.”

“What?” I couldn’t contain my laughter. What was he, my shrink now?

“Yeah, stop arguing with yourself. Trust and believe in you and your abilities since you know you have them. And let the rest take care of it. Despite how bad it looked, you didn’t fail. You’re here, you have a boss that loves the work you’re doing.”

I thought aboutallthe work I did in his office.

“Is that right?” I asked him, getting to my knees and crawling to him on the other side of the couch. The heat that entered his dark brown eyes encouraged me to straddle his lap and lean in to place my lips against his.

“You have such a beautiful face, Raymond,” I couldn’t help but tell him.

“As do you, Tracey. The most beautiful face I’ve seen.” I must have given him a look because his eyes were serious when he responded,” I mean it. You are absolutely stunning, baby.”

The kiss that followed was soul stirring. I felt it building up from my white painted toes until my whole body was filled with this overwhelming overflowing fullness from my connection with him. I wanted all of him, not just a little bit. My kisses to his face, and his neck, followed to show him I was more than a little bit into him. I loved his intelligence. His patience, his spirit. His control and discipline. His ambition made me reach for his shirt to help him out of it. His hands mapped my hips and ass as I ran my hands up and down his big body unable to stop myself from peppering his thick torso with presses from my lips. Hearing his moans grow in intensity, spurred me on. I teased his nipples with flicks from my tongue, growing my own arousal until I knew I couldn’t continue to tease him without denying myself of what I wanted most. Him. I wasted no time yanking at his joggers; happy when he shifted to give me assistance.

“I’m on the pill,” I told him.

We had already shared out std panel after the first time, so we both knew we were clean from spreadable diseases.

“You sure?” I knew he was asking if I was sure I wanted to go raw with him, not if I was on the pill. And I was. I nodded.

“Okay, baby.” He leaned in to kiss me as a way of saying thank you for the honor. I heard the words that were left unspoken. And though I may not have had a commitment from him, I trusted him with my health. No question.

I tilted my hips up and slowly lowered myself on the hot bulbous tip, soaking it good before lifting again and then lowering myself more. I kept up this motion, slow and steady, watching him battle with allowing me to control the ride. He knew better than to pull me down hard on him or he could hurt me in a way that even with his massive size, never had. He would have needed to be deeper into my body for any of that. But this wasn’t about that for me, and he knew it. His control needed to take a back seat. He wanted me to build confidence—well this is where I would start. And what a lovely way to do it too.

I loved hearing his tortured groans even as I moaned, feeling my own body begin to lose control as the sweet pressure formed inside of me at my core. Even though I felt close to bursting apart. I was determined to see this through, which kept me teasing him. Dropping down a few inches, lifting to the tip. Drop. Lift. Finally he growled and pulled me off of him, putting me to my feet, before swatting my ass and telling me to go to my room.

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