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“Anything you want.”

“So, after I come on your face, will you let me come on your dick?”

“Fuck,” he swore.

“Are you stroking your dick?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” I told him, feeling my orgasm building. “I want you to come thinking about your dick in my wet pussy. You made me come on your lips. Don’t you want to feel how wet you made me? My legs are still spread wide open for you.”

“I swear hearing you talk like that is going to make me nut. I want you so bad, baby.”

“I want you, too,” I whispered, feeling my body start to take a mind of its own. “Can’t you feel how wet I am for you? Can’t you feel how bad I want you inside me?”

“I’m sliding in you. I’m filling you. I’m…” He groaned. “I’m giving you long, hard strokes.”

“Yes… yes, baby. Please give it to me,” I begged. “Please fill me up. I’ve been waiting for this.”

“You’ve been waiting for me to fuck you like this? You just want to come on my dick, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “That’s all I want.”

“That’s all you want, baby?”

“I want you to feel what you do to me. I want you to get my juices all over you.”

“And I want to feel you come while I’m buried inside you. I want to feel you come around me.”

“And I want to feel you come inside me,” I panted.

A quiet, strangled groan rumbled out of him and I hit the point of no return. He sounded like he was about to come and that pushed me to my limit.

“Fuck, Ebony,” he growled with a fierceness that indicated that he was losing control.

My jaw dropped and my entire body started to shake.

“I hear you, baby. That’s it. Let me feel that pretty pussy,” he uttered. “Come all over this dick, baby. Come for—oh shit!”

Breathy moans rang out of me like an alarm and I came hard. Hearing him lose control was exactly what I needed as I writhed in my bed. I rolled to the side and buried my head into my pillow. My legs trapped my hand and any movement at all sent shock waves through me. When my body calmed down, I rolled onto my back again. Heavy breaths punctuated the quietness that had fallen between us.

What the fuck just happened?

“Omari?” I murmured, my heart still thumping in my chest.

“Yes?”

Butterflies moved through my satiated body and I was unable to shake them off. “I need to get some sleep,” I said in a rush. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Ebony.”

Chapter Eight

The closer he felt to me, the less he’d suspect I had something to do with his downfall. My goal was always to get close by any means necessary. But I couldn’t help but feel like I’d lost control of the situation last night. Listening to him talk dirty to me, fantasizing about him having his way with me, and climaxing with him over the phone felt way too intimate. I needed to regain control of the situation.

Omari Fortune:After my afternoon meetings, I’m going to bring you your food from last night.

In a short black pleated skirt and a formfitting black and grey top, I locked The Cask and headed across the street. My thigh-high boots clopped gently across the pavement as I approached my destination. I twisted the handle to see if it was open and when it turned, I knocked as I entered.

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