I chuckled deeply, moved by her in so many ways. Yvette was beautiful inside out; her personality could brighten anyone’s bad day. I stabbed my blunt out in the center of my ashtray and left it there before beckoning her.
“Come here, beautiful.” I said lowly.
I pushed my seat away from my desk and patted the top of my leg for her to have a seat. Like the diva she was, she strutted her long sexy legs my way. She made sure to arch her back before slowly sitting right on top of my hard dick.
“Mmmm.” She moaned seductively.
“You forgot all about the girls back at Bleu’s club that fast.” I chuckled.
I trailed my hands from the back of her neck to her spine until it rested on the soft curve of the top of her ass. I gave it a light squeeze; Yvette pressed her back into my chest letting her head rest on my shoulder. Her perfume gave me a slight headache, but it was never my intention to hurt her feelings with my blunt honesty.
“You damn right I forgot about them hoes,” she purred. “The king summoned me to come, and I will comply.” She parted her legs.
The perfumed fragrance between her legs hit the cold air fast. I frowned as my hand casually slid between her slender thighs.
“You so fucking sexy, beautiful.” I murmured lowly.
She responded by moaning. I pushed her panties to the side not wanting to rip them off of her because I wouldn’t dare dig into her.
“Your pussy wet as fuck too, just how I like that shit to be.” I continued.
I parted her slick folds; her body sagged against me as the pad of my thumb pressed against her bundle of nerves. Eager to bring her pretty ass to her peak, I slid my index and middle finger into her tunnel. My destination was the spongey padded area that would make her fall apart right in my lap.
“Make this wet shit talk to me, beautiful.” I talked directly into her ear.
My thumb twitched from side to side against her clit as I continued to short stroke her pussy with my fingers. She gushed out around my digits just before I ripped her shirt opened.Moving quick before she came, I popped both of her titties out of her bra then rolled her nipple between my fingers.
“Bleu, I’m gonna cum.” She cried out.
Yvette wanted the dick; she practically twerked in my lap while her legs shook.
“Cum for me, right now.” I grunted out switching nipples.
A woman’s body becomes the universe that a man like me could always get lost in. I never gave a damn about what shape a woman had, as long as she was clean, had sex appeal and carried herself with confidence. I loved the feel of a woman’s skin against my body and the tip of my fingers.
I found myself drawn to every part down to how deep the dip in her back went when she got on all fours. I cared about how they cared for themselves. Hygiene was the first thing I noticed about a woman.
I studied any woman, especially when it came time to dominate them. What always gripped me the hardest was small detail. The little shiver that ran through them when my breath fanned against their skin. The flutter in their lashes, when they fought to keep control when they knew they were going to lose the battle.
A woman’s natural scent drove me insane. I didn’t mind a little perfume, as long as it didn’t cover up the scent between their thighs. That in itself was important as fuck to me, and Yvette failed at that.
She continued to tremble in my lap, her eyes rolled back as her feet pointed up at my ceiling. I let her recover as I fixed her breasts by putting them back inside the top of her bra. Hershirt was ruined, that didn’t matter because Maison Langston’s business hours were over.
“Yvette?” I shifted her a little in my lap to get her full attention.
“Hmm?” She groaned out almost breathlessly.
I lifted my fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply. Disappointed with the smell that attacked my nose, I dropped my hand away from my face.
“You still spraying the pussy down with Summer’s Eve?”
She gasped softly out of shock; my question probably slapped her ass back into reality. I’ve had enough patience with Yvette, even gave her a good nut without the expectations of receiving my own through penetration. In my world, there was no room for pretense. I wanted raw and real. Nothing polished or perfumed could tempt me, not in business, not in sex, and definitely not in life.
“I work eight-to-ten-hour days here sometimes, Bleu.” She sighed roughly.
I tapped the top of her thigh then waited for her to get out of my lap. Slowly, she stood then strutted with an open blouse to the opposite side of my desk. She pulled out a seat and plopped down in it across from me. I eyed her for a long time before picking my blunt up and re lighting it. My eyes dragged up and down her banging body, I couldn’t stop myself from shaking my damn head at her.
Always so fucking beautiful, but beauty can be so cheap and watered down…I thought.
