I leaned against the doorframe, watching her—barefoot, legs tucked beneath her, silk robe clinging to her glistening thighs. She hadn’t noticed me yet.
I undressed quietly. Jacket. Shirt. Belt. Pants. Boxers. All of it.
The light from her screen lit my bare chest, and then she turned her head.
Her lips parted—but not in shock. Just… heat. Like her body already knew mine was here.
She didn’t say a word—just reached forward, tapped her keyboard to mute the call and cut the video, and whispered, “You are a menace… do you know that?”
Then she rose from the couch like a woman possessed and sank into a squat right in front of me. Her knees spread wide, her heels planted. She wasn’t on them—she was on me.Claiming the space between us like she owned it.
I looked down and nearly lost my breath.
Her pussy was glistening—folds slick, lips swollen and needy, that pretty little clit peeking out like it was begging to be touched. She reached between her thighs with those manicured fingers, stiletto red nails gleaming, andcircled slow… rubbed herself right in front of me like it was foreplay for us both.
“You watching, Tariq?” she murmured, voice low and wrecked. “You see what you do to me?”
My eyes crossed. I damn near folded. I couldn’t even answer.
She smirked, then leaned in, her hand still between her thighs as her mouth found the tip of my dick. Kissed it. Sucked me slow, inch by inch,never looking away.
I hissed.
“Fuck…”
The voice on her laptop—still droning in the background—kept talking about art sales and international bids. I couldn’t hear a damn thing. Not with her mouth wet and warm around me. Not with her fingers gliding over her clit while she sucked me like she needed it to breathe.
She moaned. The vibration dragged through my spine.
“Sanaa…”
She took me deep then.All of me.Her eyes fluttered as her throat relaxed. Her mouth was still greedy, still messy, her saliva slicking my shaft while she used her tongue like a woman trying to wreck me on purpose.
My hips jerked.
She pulled back and stroked me, wet and shiny.Still squatting. Still touching herself.
I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t do shit but grunt through my teeth while she sucked the soul out of me and rubbed her clit like she was daring us both to finish at the same time.
“Goddamn,” I growled. “You tryna kill me?”
Her only answer was another moan—and the sound of her wet fingers working harder beneath her palm.
I didn’t stand a chance.
I felt it coming before she did. That tightening low in my back. The tremble in my thighs. The fire gathering behind my eyes. The way her jaw softened to take more. Her tongue dragged along the underside of my shaft with aching precision.
She never rushed it. Sanaa knew how to keep a man trembling on the brink.
The auctioneer called another bid—$200,000 to Los Angeles.
Sanaa hollowed her cheeks.
That did it.
My hand finally found her head—pulling her back and forth on my dick while I came into her pretty mouth, hard and deep, her throat working around me, warm, tight and relentless. She swallowed every drop. Swallowed me.
And when she looked up, she did it like she hadn’t just ruined me completely.
