As she picked up her pace, the sound of her wetness ricocheted throughout the office. Kross assessed how she held her mouth agape, letting her moans escape her freely. Then he observed the way her chest rose and fell heavily. She was close, but he knew she wasn’t at the tip of the mountain yet.
“Fuck, Kross! What the fuck are you doing to me?!” she cried out as she used her free hand to grip the edge of the desk.
“Nothing you don’t want me to do, shawty,” he throated out in his baritone voice. “Look at me.”
His request fell into deaf ears as she shut her eyes in bliss. She feared her body would defy her wants and convulse to him if she locked eyes with him. Her stubbornness was expected; however, he wasn’t going for it. Standing up, he peered down at her as he stood between her legs that were propped open. The euphoric rush that was taking over her body felt too good for her to stop plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy.
She felt his massive hand grip the base of her neck as he craned down to her ear. “I said fucking look at me, Remedy,” he ordered sternly. The smooth scent of his cologne and the tenderness of his hand on her neck sent her mind into an orbit. She could hardly contain herself as she pried her eyes open and locked them with his now dark orbs.
A devilish grin stretched across his face as he witnessed a lone tear stream down her face. “You almost there,” he whispered into her ear as she bucked her hips. Remedy tossed her head back as she felt the grip he had on her neck tighten slightly. He was taking her breath away, and he barely touched her. It was fucking mind blowing!
Remedy felt her legs shake as pressure continued to build up in the pit of her stomach. “I’m right here, love. Let that shit out,”he growled huskily, giving her body the okay to release all the pent-up tension and pressure she had been harboring.
“Ouuu shit!” Remedy cursed breathlessly as she tossed her head back in ecstasy. Her cum leaked out of her as she slid her fingers out of her tightness and rubbed her clit.
His hand snaked from her neck and tangled within her hair. He repositioned her head to crash his lips into hers. Full of passion, their tongues wrestled with each other as they relished the moment in a slow, sloppy and wet kiss. Once they parted from the kiss, Kross took her hand and licked her two fingers clean of all her cum and juices. He appreciated her sweetness and didn’t leave a drop of cum behind. She eyed him in complete awe as she tried her best to get her heavy breathing back steady. He found the shocked look that plastered her face comical, prompting him to let out a chuckle.
“You taste good,” he confessed with a smirk.
“I know,” she responded with sheer arrogance while pointing for him to grab a towel out of the linen closet.
Once he grabbed the towel, then entered the adjoining bathroom in the office, he wet it with warm water under the faucet. He returned to her, and she attempted to grab the wet rag to clean herself up, but he reclaimed his seat before her and took his time cleaning her up. His gentle touch on her sensitive front was appreciated. She couldn’t help but admire him while he fixed his undivided attention on making sure she was as clean as possible.
After drying her as well, he aided her with putting her panties and shorts back on. “What was that?” she asked, referring to the freaky shit he just made her do.
“Me learning and you coming back to reality and realizing that you’re sexy as fuck.”
“What about you, though? Don’t you wanna bust a nut?” In her entire 27 years of living, she never dealt with a nigga whowas okay with giving and not receiving anything in return. Kross was truly a foreign entity.
“If I give you this dick, I need to know you not fucking with that clown-ass nigga you got back at the crib. I’m selfish with pussy I slide into, and right now, you ain’t mine,” he explained to her with a shrug of his broad shoulders. “Watching and learning you was enough for me tonight.”
Hearing that struck a nerve in Remedy. Tone always managed to fuck up something she had going on. What were the odds that the first nigga she decided to bust it open for besides Tone was playing for keeps and strict about her pussy? What they just did in the office was mind blowing, but Remedy desperately needed some dick! Just by the way Kross walked, she knew he had a third leg stuffed in those designer jeans he rocked. Being deprived of that because of the toxicity Tone had her trapped in had her ready to lose her fucking mind.
“I been done with that nigga,” she scoffed.
Now that she had gotten a preview of what Kross had to offer, it had her singing a different tune. With some laughter, Kross rose out of his seat.
“Nah, shawty. That’s not how this shit works. I need you done with that nigga for real. Y’all shouldn’t have no ties while you fucking with me. I don’t play them type of goofy-ass games. When I know for a fact that nigga not in the picture no more and you put you first, then this dick is all you, Remedy.” He grabbed her hand and placed it right over the bulge in his pants she left him with.
She had no other choice but to accept another loss caused by Tone. She just wasn’t in the position to stop fucking with the nigga who paid all her bills and made sure she was straight. Maybe in a few months she could, but for right now, he was the only financial stability she had.
Kross could tell he left her deep in thought, so that was the end of that conversation. She grabbed her bag, and together, they exited the shop. He waited as she locked the door of the shop so he could escort her to her car.
“Good night, Kross.” She reached up and wrapped her arms around him for an embrace.
Kross wrapped his strong arms around her as well, seizing the opportunity to grab two handfuls of her juicy ass. “Good night, shawty, and drive safe.”
Chapter Nineteen
Kross wrapped Aniyis in his arms, lifting him up from the couch. His son’s infectious laughter breathed so much life into him. He had been living fast for the past few days and just needed a breather with his baby boy.
“You missed me?”
Aniyis nodded his head, causing his dreads to shake crazily. “Yeah! Can we play the game together? Pop-Pop is not good competition.” He looked up at his dad with hopeful eyes.
Kross laughed at the thought of Andres struggling to keep up with Aniyis on the game. “Yeah. I’m on whatever you on today. But don’t think I’m gonna take it easy on you ‘cause you’re my son.”
Aniyis waved him off, not viewing his father as any competition he needed to be worried about. As they got comfortable on the couch and grabbed the controllers, Raquel emerged out of the kitchen.
