Page 84 of The Cask

“Shit,” he swore, digging his fingers into my skin as he restrained himself.

I was so wet that the pressure of him stretching me was a delicious pain. After every inch he pushed into me, he paused to let me adjust. The deeper he got, the more emotional he felt. He was touching me in places I wasn’t expecting to be touched. His fingers would coast over my skin before settling back on my hips when he’d slowly add another inch.

I was in heaven.

“Omari,” I groaned into my braids that had fallen over my face. My eyes shut tight as I quivered with want. “Shit…”

He let out a low guttural noise and stopped moving. “You feel so fucking good.”

I shuddered as I gave into the ecstasy of being completely filled.

Grinding myself against him, I took every inch he gave me. He moved slowly at first, but I was so wet that his pace quickened. The rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing coupled with the sound of my wetness, intensifying the moment for me.

“Omari, please don’t stop. Please, please, ohmigod,” I whimpered as I felt like I was going to explode. He moved in and out of me until I felt the tension tighten my entire lower body.

“Dammit, Ebony.” His voice was hoarse and needy. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Moaning loudly, I felt myself tightening around his shaft.

“Oh shit,” he groaned softly, flexing his fingers against my hips and picking up the pace.

“Please don’t stop,” I begged breathily. “Please.”

“Fuck, yes, baby. Give it to me. Give it to me. I feel you, baby. Come for me again, baby.”

His strokes consistently hit the right spot and my body was loving each and every second of it. “Please. Don’t. Stop,” I panted.

He sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth and let loose, ramming into me. “Goddammit, Ebony,” he swore under his breath.

As he continued to thrust his hips, I threw my ass back to meet him. Each swear, each groan, each grunt added to my building orgasm, and I let out a series of moans.

He smacked my ass and I began my descent into pure pleasure. My muscles clenched, and I started clamping down around him.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re taking all this dick, Ebony.”

It was the combination of hearing him say my name while he was balls deep inside me that sent me over the edge in ecstasy. Quivering, I shut my eyes tightly and rode the wave.

He continued delivering long strokes as he talked me through it. “Yeah, that’s it, Ebony. Come on this dick, baby. Come on—shit!”

My back arched, my body shook, and he stiffened.

The ache deep inside me exploded and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I barely heard the raspy need in his voice as he came with me.

I slumped against the desk, completely worn out and he slumped against me. For a couple sacred minutes, all I could hear was our heavy, satiated breathing.

Oh. My. God.

I could’ve lied to myself and pretended that I didn’t plan to have sex with Omari. But the truth was, I put condoms in my office specifically for that reason. I wanted him. I hated that I wanted him, but I did. Part of me wanted to prove that once he got what he wanted from me, he was going to show his true colors. Part of me wanted to have the information to send to Olivia and ruin his relationship as part of the revenge. But the biggest part of me wanted to have sex with Omari because I’d never felt so sexually drawn to a man in my life.

And it was the best sex of my life.

“Holy shit, Ebony.” Pushing himself off me, he kissed my shoulders, my neck, and my back as he pulled his dick out of me. “That was…wow.” He helped me to a standing position and then turned me around.

“You are wow,” I blurted out with my eyes cast downward.

It was hard to look at him after everything I was feeling. My body was still trembling, and I was trying to figure out my next move.

Cupping my chin, he tipped my head upward. “Are you okay?” he asked with genuine concern in his eyes.

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