Page 1 of Smoke N' Stroke

PROLOGUE

Soft lips covered mine in a searing kiss that tasted of mint and man. I was powerless against his fervent will as his mouth pulled me into his endless storm by stealing my breath from me and returning it with a rumbling groan. His touch was urgent, rough, and intoxicating as he clasped me by my waist and brought me in close to him. There was an undeniable magnetic pull drawing me into his world with each passing second. My mouth, my body, and my soul felt overcome by him.Because you are his.

My sharp gasp was muffled by the hurried passionate kisses he delivered back to back and the worry I’d felt about doing this with him of all people, dissolved into compliance as my willpower softened to him. I couldn’t help myself. His taste and touch were addictive, I reasoned, as I finally gave in and wrapped my arms around his broad back.

The fabric of his blue button-up oxford shirt seemed too stiff for the sinful moment but there was nothing I could do about it in this predicament, so I pressed into the cords of his shoulders, rewarded with a bite to my bottom lip as dark brown irises stared back into mine. God some men were beautiful, and this man was one. He seemed to be searching for something from me and when I whimpered for more of what, I didn’t know, he was back to opening up my mouth to his skillful tongue sweeping mine and teasing me. His lips caressed my tongue by sucking on the thick flesh, drawing out more moans into his mouth until I felt dizzy with want and need and the world began to fade away. I was so caught up I barely noticed him reaching down behind me and squeezing my ass.

Smack!

My body reverberated as my bountiful cheeks jiggled behind me. The sting from the love tap sent shockwaves that rippled through my body and landed at my throbbing clit. I bit my lip, now wetter, hornier than before. This man would make me lose myself if I wasn’t careful and I wasalwayscareful.

“You like my ass, Zaire?” I felt like taunting him.

He was taking me to this placewhere brazen women cared little about how they were looked upon.

He nodded, seemingly pleased by my reaction which only seemed to encourage my feelings of lust and power. At this rate, I could stand naked in front of a crowd of watching people while he kneeled at my feet and ate me out.

“You know I do. Keep walking around here every day carrying a wagon like that is gonna get you fucked over my desk.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me, now, would you?”

Where has this boldness come from? Where was the Nala who was a junior usher at church and spent her summers in Vacation Bible School? She wasn’t here apparently.

“You’re playing with fire.”

I tsked and shook my head as I leaned back against the counter. I felt the ends of my hair tickling the part of my back left exposed in my pink top as I tilted my head to get a better look at him.

Zaire Booker was likely the finest man I’d known who wasn’t on tv or some model in some ad for cologne. His skin was nearly as dark as onyx. The hair above his eyes and from his trimmed goatee was thick, almost black. His frame was magnificent. Built but not overly so. But it was his eyes that he wasusing to work me over that I found to love the most. They were dark, intense, soulful, and sexy.

Feeling more incensed, I continued. “And here I thought you were going to fulfill one of my fantasies.”

“Not here. Not now,” he told me.

The promise of more lurked beneath his words and that was enough for me at this moment. It would have to be because we weren’t supposed to be here at all. Me especially.

“I accept that,” I acquiesced.

His smile was short-lived because he was back to kissing me. My hair was in his hands, his fingers grabbing almost roughly at my scalp, pulling me deeper into his kiss as my stomach clenched at the feeling of his pelvis nudging between my thighs. The space was small, but I managed to nudge a few supplies away from the edge of the counter and used the now vacated spot to open wide for him. His response was instantaneous. He moved between my thighs and fit himself into my pulsing crotch.

His groan was palpable, vibrating through my body at a frequency that touched my swollen core and forced more wetness to seep out of my pussy and onto my already damp panties. As if he sensed it, I felt his hand push my right leg further away and hisfingers moved swiftly up to the part of me needing him. I didn’t care that we were in the supply closet at our workplace, nor that I hated this man, right now, my hate was a lie. The truth was I needed him. Needed this.

“Fuck!”

His fingers impaled me with such precision I felt like I was getting fucked with a dick which is what I really wanted and had wanted for months.

“Shhhhhhh, baby. Keep it inside and I’ll take care of it for you,” he whispered against my tingling swollen lips.

I had no idea what he meant or if he even knew what he was saying at this point. The both of us were crazy for each other. Hot, heavy loud breaths and frenzied movement ruled us. How could he take care of it without me letting it all out, I wondered. But I didn’t question him. Why would I, when he knew what the hell he was doing by circling my spot with an expertise usually only reserved for women? Yes, there was that one time in college that I never spoke about that I convinced myself I could use for research purposes. At least that’s what I told myself whenever I thought about my one lesbian experience. But Zaire was no woman. He was all man, and this man was going to make me cum.

In a blur, he moved his lips from my neck where he’d been nibbling and crouched down in front of me on the floor, pushing my dress up out of the way and opening my legs wider. Coarse hair brushed against my skin as his head moved closer and hovered. The heat from his breaths pelted my wet flesh. I arched into his face needing him to finish what he started. I looked down just in time to see him attach his glorious mouth against my bud, pulling it in, sucking it, flicking it, and giving it a gentle bite.

“Damn, you taste so good. I could eat you all day, Nala.”

Sucking sounds.

The suckling sounds he made combined with his lazy feasting marked with groans that vibrated against my pussy, set me off.

“Oh fukkkkk.”

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