“You trying to be my woman?” He bit down into my neck then sucked the pain away.
“I guess.” I replied softly.
Bleu’s hand slapped my ass; a sexy chuckle left his mouth from behind.
“You playing around, Truly.” He groaned.
“Look, I just simply came to bring you lunch and tea.” I giggled.
I was laughing but wasn’t shit funny. The pointed tips of my nipples were so hard they ached to be stroked and sucked on. I became delirious with lust for Bleu. I was trying to play it smooth as possible, but he was making it hard on me.
“Tell me who you want to belong to.” He slid his dick through my wet folds.
His heavy tool slapped against my ass before repeating the same action.
“I want to belong to Bleu Langston.” I moaned the words out, closing my eyes.
He slammed into me; his hand covered my mouth as I loudly whimpered into the palm of his hand.
“Shit, Truly! This pussy belong to me, you belong to me!”
I was so far gone, I just nodded my head in agreement because he was a hundred percent correct. I eyed the framed photos of different beautiful models along his office wall. I worried about the frames crashing down to the floor since they shook violently with each stroke he delivered. He pulled out, glided his dick to my clit then slid right back into the bottom of my pussy.
I licked the palm of his hand then sucked the center. My orgasm approached sooner than I expected. Right when I felt myself ready to explode, Bleu turned me around. His eyes full of lust.
“You just be saying anything when you want a nut.” He chuckled.
I looked down at my hands flattened against his hard chest and bit back my frustrations of him abruptly stopping right when I was close. He leaned down and probed at my mouth with his tongue. I arched against him breathing deeply through my nose as he deepened the kiss.
Bleu was dangerous as hell. He knew exactly what to do, my blood ran hot for him as my heart hammered in my chest. Every pull of his lips against mine along with his velvety tongue entangle with mines sends a spike of heat that causes my pussy to cry out to him.
A desperate moan slipped out in between him kissing me. Bleu took my head with both hands and broke the kiss. His fingers pressed into my scalp then massaged over my short waves.
“You can’t be too loud, if I give you what you want.” He grinned before pecking my lips.
“I won’t.” I panted out.
He reached up and pinched my hard nipple through the dress. As if that wasn’t enough, he pulled both my breasts out of thetop of my dress then pressed his nose between them. Slowly, he moved his mouth over my right nipple then bit into it. I stifle a moan the best I can but start to lose my mind when he swirled his tongue around it.
Bleu eyes penetrated mine as he nibbled on my nipple. His hand moved down my stomach, sliding back into my panties. The heel of his palm pressed against my pussy; he moved his hand from side to side.
“I want you on that couch with that big ass booty in the air.” He spoke huskily.
“Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Bleu.” My breath hitched.
“Good girl.”
My heart leaped out of my chest as he removed his hand and mouth from my nipple. My body begged for more of his touch.
“On the couch, Thickumz.” He said in an authoritative tone.
I practically floated towards the couch. My dress above my ass, titties hanging from the top of my dress. I placed my hands on the armrest then arched my back. My legs spread wide enough to bare every inch of me to him. I inwardly smirked, satisfaction curled in the pits of my stomach when I heard him grunt behind me.
I glanced behind to see Bleu; his hands squeezed and massaged my ass. I moaned softly then screamed when he slammed into me hard enough to move the couch.
Pop!
