Page 66 of The Man Handler

“Amusing, you are not,” he says, licking his lips, “but beautiful and incredibly sexy you are. So, why don’t you stop fronting and let me take you out to show you how a real man treats a woman?”

“Everett, sweetie, sorry to bust your bubble, but there is nothing you can do for me that I can’t do for myself. I pamper myself. And I already know how to treat myself the way a woman should be treated without the offerings of a man.”

“Is that so?” he asks, smirking. He softly brushes the back of his index and pointer fingers across my cheek. “Then perhaps I can offer you something else.”

I sigh, pushing my chair back from my desk and getting up. I walk around my desk to where he stands. He turns and faces me, and I step in front of him—closing the space between us. I look up into his piercing eyes.

“I see how you look at me,” I say seductively, pulling on his tie. “The way you undress me with your eyes, licking your lips every time I’m in your space. So, it’s no secret that you want me; that you want to run your dick up in me. Want me to wrap my soft lips around your dick and suck it nice, and slow and very wet, then gulp down your nut…”

He grins.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you, big daddy? You like it when a woman talks nasty to you. Gets your dick hard, doesn’t it?” I move in closer, reaching between his legs, feeling the length of his dick as it thickens. “Yeah, you gotta nice big dick…”

He is up against the edge of the desk. “Why you fucking with me, baby? Don’t you know you’re looking to get yourself in a heap of trouble?”

I continue stroking his dick. He looks over my shoulder, watching the door. “Oh, trust me. I’m not fucking with you, big daddy. And I’m not scared of trouble. Isn’t this what you want me to have?”—I lick my lips—“All of this long, juicy dick.”

He sits on my desk, allows me to knead and pull at his dick over the fabric of his pants. OhmyfuckingGod his dick is big! I feel my panties getting soaked. If I didn’t stand by my rules of never fucking anyone from the job, I’d pull his dick out of his pants, drop down on my knees and suck the nut out of his ass.

Everett grabs me by the shoulders, pulls me into him, and brushes his lips against my left ear. “Let’s get out of here and take an early lunch so we can go somewhere more private.” His voice is low and sexy and full of lust, but sounds almost pleading. “You got me real fucking horny now. I’m ready to beat that pussy up, baby.”

I smile, pulling away from him. “That won’t happen,” I say, abruptly letting go of his dick. I walk over to the door, feeling his gaze on my ass. And I throw an extra shake in my hips. I o

pen the door, turning to face him. “Thanks for the visit, but I have a lot of work to do. So, if you don’t mind, it’s time for you to go.”

I walk back over to my desk, and sit down.

He is looking at me with a dumbfounded expression on his face, glancing down at the massive imprint of his dick. When he finally realizes what has happened, he shakes his head, smiling. “Ain’t this a bitch?” he mumbles, getting up and adjusting the front of his pants, trying to conceal his bulging cock, to no avail. “Give me a minute,” he says, walking over to the window and looking out.

He is silent for a moment, thinking, searching for a distraction along the busy streets to ease the swelling in his pants.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, grinning.

He shakes his head, bringing his gaze in my direction. He straightens his tie against his shirt. “You have no idea,” he replies, walking towards me. He plants his hands down on my desk, leans in and speaks in almost a whisper. “You’ve awakened the mighty beast, and it will not rest until I finally have you in my arms, and in my bed—where we both know you wanna be. Make no mistake, pretty baby. I will finish what you’ve started. I just hope you can handle it.”

I cock my head to the side. “Is that so? Well, I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you, or your beast.”

“Oh, don’t worry, beautiful. I’m a very patient man. I’ma have you, if it’s the last thing I do. And when I do, I’ma fuck the shit out of you real good, baby. Enjoy the rest of your day.” He winks at me, then heads towards the door, gently closing it behind him.

I swivel in my chair, leaning my head back, fanning myself. Replaying what I’ve done has me heated, and wanting to fuck or—at the very least, suck down a dick. “Bianca, are you nuts? What the fuck did you just do?” I think aloud in my head. “You were actually playing with his dick in here. Anybody could have walked in on your ass.”

Well, then they would have caught me with a handful of dick, I muse, breaking out in uncontrollable laughter.

My cell phone dings, snapping me out of the moment, alerting me that I have a text-message. I hate being texted!

My BlackBerry vibrates. I ignore it, pulling my phone out of my bag, then reading the message. When can I slide my dick up in that hot pussy again?

Ugh! It’s Barry. I think to ignore it and delete the shit, but decide against it. Shifting in my chair, I stare at the screen, then reply: You can’t.

Ten seconds later, he replies back: Stop frontin’. You know you want me to fuck you.

I text back: LOL. Get over yourself.

He replies: C’mon, baby. I wanna feel those soft, pretty lips wrapped around this big dick.

I text back: Barry, go to hell, nigga!

My phone rings. It’s him. “What part of go…to…hell don’t you understand?” I ask.

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