Page 40 of The Cask

The way he looked at me and spoke to me was so enticing. If I wasn’t careful, I’d be sucked in. Reaching for his face, I caressed the sexy stubble along his jawline.

“It gave me better insight about you, too,” I murmured.

His eyes dipped to my lips. “Like what?”

“That you communicate well,” I told him, spreading my legs slowly. “I imagined every single thing you were telling me.”

His eyes met mine again. His chest rose and fell before he spoke. “And did you like what you imagined?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“That’s good to know.” He ran his hands from my hips to my knees.

I covered his hands with mine and pushed them up my thighs. “I especially liked how detailed…”—his fingers slipped underneath my skirt, pushing the material up— “and how sexy you sounded.”

With his eyes still locked with mine, he licked his lips. “Ebony, what are you doing to me?”

“Nothing,” I whispered innocently. “I’m just talking to you about how you made me feel last night when I was playing with my pussy.”

He bit down on his bottom lip and his hands gripped the fleshiness of my hips.

I batted my eyelashes. “Is that okay with you?”

“My dick is rock hard,” he exhaled.

“Good. Now you know how you made me feel… how youmakeme feel.”

He looked down and groaned. “Ar-are you not wearing any panties?”

“I must’ve taken them off before I came over here.”

Wordlessly, he pushed my legs open wider. He took my hands from his face and placed them on the edge of the desk. Leaning forward, he kissed my thigh, right above my boots.

I sucked in a sharp intake of air.

Gripping the desk tighter, I watched him alternate from one thigh to the other as he made his way closer to the epicenter of my pleasure. His soft lips skated over my skin and sent chills up and down my spine. I was lost in the sensation of his mouth getting closer that I didn’t immediately realize that he was rocking me backward until my fingertips slipped from the edge of his desk.

“Lay back,” he uttered, pushing my legs open even further. “I want to see you.”

I made a noise as I reclined my body against his desk, hoping it wouldn’t break under my weight. As if he could hear my thoughts, he reassured me.

“I won’t let you fall,” he whispered, before kissing my inner thighs.

Just hearing his reassurance relaxed me. But as soon as I felt his breath against my wetness, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. If the desk breaking didn’t kill me, the anticipation of what he was going to do next would.

“Omari,” I moaned as he licked the crease of my legs, teasing me.

“Yes?” He breathed the word against my lips, and I shuddered.

“You’re teasing me,” I complained meekly.

“Just like you teased me when you walked in here looking like this…” He nibbled on the fleshiness of my thighs before he continued. “Dressing like this…” He licked one of my lips. “Tasting like this…”

“Oh!” I cried out as his tongue swiped the other lip.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?” He was so close that his lips brushed against my bare flesh with each word.

“Yes.” I was shaking. “Omari, please,” I begged.

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