Page 26 of Inadmissible
Once I had her fireplace turned on, I set up my Beats speaker and connected my phone to play a love songs playlist. The girls helped me set up the million and one candles I had all over the living room. After that, I spread rose petals all over the floor and couch. While Mikayla and Lake set the food up on a retractable table, I went to get Taj.
Her smile was all the payment I needed for the evening as we headed downstairs. When she saw what I’d done, she gasped and covered her face before releasing the cutest symphony of giggles. It seemed every time we were together, she laughed and smiled more. Talked lighter. Was more relaxed. I liked her like that.
“Aww, angel. This is so beautiful. Thank you for this.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’m going to show them out, and then we can eat.”
“Hurry,” she demanded, wrapping her arms around me before giving me a tender yet brief kiss, and that was all the motivation I needed to do just that.
I was mesmerized by the sight of my dick playing hide and seek with her pussy.
“Keep them cheeks spread so I can see this shit,” I ordered before growling as my toes curled.
She had the gushiest pussy I’d ever had, and it wrapped around me tightly like a perfectly fitted glove. Gripping ahandful of her hair, I hardened my strokes and focused on the sight of my dick going in and out of her to avoid cumming too fast.
Her whimpers and squirming told me she was close, and I didn’t want to get distracted in my own pleasure and mess up hers.
“Give me that cum, sweetheart,” I moaned, grabbing her hands and resting them on the small of her back. She melted into the bed and stopped fucking me back. “I need it . . . right now.”
“Tristan.” Taj hissed and jerked against me as she came, and I was only seconds behind her from cumming myself.
I caught her as she fell into the bed, making her landing a little softer. Sliding back into her, I slowed my strokes and went deep, moaning against her ear before kissing her lips and cheek. Her arm lifted, and she wrapped it around my neck. Our lips connected, and she held me there as I stroked her until my body tingled, spine locked, and we both came again.
Taj
Tristan and I had our first disagreement at work, and I was surprised by how different it was to have a disagreement with him versus other men in my past. He didn’t yell at me. He didn’t belittle me. He listened for clarity, not just to respond or defend his stance. By the time we settled the disagreement, we’d come up with a compromise that we both were satisfied with. The healthy communication turned me on so much I locked the door, then dropped down to my knees to give him sloppy head.
The deeper I took him, the more saliva slipped down the corners of my mouth. He seemed to love that nasty shit because he started moaning so loud I was sure someone would hear him. When he was ready to cum, he gripped my jaw and fucked my mouth until his seeds shot down my throat. I yelped and giggled when he picked me up and sat me on the edge of his desk.
It was the first time he’d entered me raw, and the feeling of our connection with no condom made us both moan from his entrance. My chin trembled and I released a sizzling breath as he stroked me. I knew I’d be cumming quick as hell.
Tristan bit my shoulder, and the sensation was so euphoric I couldn’t even prepare for my climax. His hand quickly covered my mouth as I moaned loudly.
“Ooh, you like that shit huh, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” I agreed with a muffled voice behind his hand. My head flung back and legs shook as my walls pulsed against him. When he dropped his hand from my mouth, he lifted me from the desk and bounced me on top of his dick. “Do it again,” I begged, and he bit me again, unlocking a kink I didn’t know I had. The third time he bit me, I squirted.
“Fuck!” he growled through gritted teeth, pulling out of me quickly as he came.
Tristan put me back on the desk while I rubbed his nut out. The shaky, low moans that poured from him were like the sweetest symphony. His forehead rested against mine as he slid back inside of me.
“You almost got pregnant, honey. You ready to be a mother?”
My laughter turned into a moan when he spread my legs and fucked me harder. He covered my lips and kissed me, and I knew in that moment we were too damn loud to have quickies at work.
After Work
“Oh, that won’t be necessary. Mr. Pierce has already taken care of your bill for the evening, and my tip. You ladies feel free to hang around as long as you’d like, and let me know if you need anything.”
Our waitress for the evening set the receipt down on the table, and sure enough, it had already been paid for by Tristan. When he asked me where Emilia and I were going to have dinnertonight, I wasn’t expecting him to call the restaurant and pay for our food over the phone. And he’d left the waitress a hundred dollar tip, which reminded me of what Mama said about a generous man. I couldn’t help but swoon as I pulled out my phone to text him my gratitude. When I put it back in my purse and looked up, Emilia was looking at me with a goofy grin.
“What?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Y’all are so cute! I’m glad you’re giving him a chance, Taj. Seriously.”
“I didn’t really have a choice. That man has been wearing me down like Steve Urkel since the gala.”
We shared a laugh before I took a sip of my wine.
