Good pussy will have you either licking it, sticking it, or marrying it. Looks like you’re two for three.
A growl sounds from the back of my throat when my bitch ass conscience spews those words. Deshona’s pussy has me forgetting that I’m not open to anything romantic. Hell, I ain’t supposed to be thinking of shit but rebuilding my life. Time fades and miles increase as I run until moisture coats my entire body. When water drips into my eyes, I give in and slow my pace to complete the slow-down process. Ten minutes later, I leave the facility with my mind on a shower and dinner options.
I enter the apartment a few minutes later, and Deshona is coming from the back. She's wearing loungewear, and her hair is up in a ponytail as her eyes rake over my body without shame. The glow within her eyes increases my body heat as I move toward her because a shower is necessary.
“See something you like?” The corners of my mouth upturn as my fingers yearn to touch her, and my mouth waters with an urge to taste her.
“Maybe. I’m trying to figure out if I should hop on your sweaty dick or give you time to shower.” She tilts her head as her right index finger rests on her chin.
Her eyes cloud in a sexual haze that causes me to contemplate the decision as if I’m the one who has the choice. Damn, this woman is gonna give me a literal run for my money. Sweat rests in places where only a washcloth is capable of cleaning, and I’m still ready to go for another run. Thanks to Deshona’s horny ass.
“You're gonna fuck around and lose your ability to walk straight. Keep fucking with me, woman.”
The water from my forehead hits my eyes, reminding me of my urgent need to shower. For now, I’m gonna walk away because Deshona and I need to establish something more than the bending of our wills.
“Go shower. But I’m going to order pizza for dinner. I’d like to break bread with you if that’s okay.”
“That’s cool. Follow me to my room right quick. I got it.” Not waiting for a response, I walk off toward my bedroom to retrieve cash from my wallet.
“I can pay for it.”
“But you won’t.”
Since I only went to the gym on-site, I didn’t take anything but my keys. Even though dinner was Deshona’s idea, I don’t want her to pay for it. Pizza is inexpensive and probably not a big deal, but for now, it’s the meal that will lead to conversation with the woman I shouldn’t be thinking about. It takes me roughly thirty minutes to shower, dress in comfortable clothes, and return to the living room ready to eat and converse.
“Perfect timing. The pizza just got here.”
I nod and join Deshona on the floor, where there’s a blanket, the pizza, two glasses with ice, and a two-liter of wild cherry Pepsi. There’s also a small stack of napkins but no plates, which is fine with me.
“Looks like you’ve thought of everything. What did you get on the pizza?”
“The basics—pepperoni and sausage, but one half of it has mushrooms. I wasn’t sure if you would eat those, so I didn’t want to add them to the whole pie.”
“Good idea. I don’t like fungus on my pizza.”
Deshona giggles, and the lighthearted sound causes my chest to expand as a small smile slides into place on my lips. Deshona’seyes twinkle every time she laughs, and it does something to me each time. The more interaction I have with Deshona, the harder it is to resist my body’s response to her.
“How was work today? You didn’t talk much.”
“Same old same. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I stayed focused on my tasks,” I say.
Nah, more like you were trying not to imagine the way her eyes become glazed with pleasure while she’s riding you. Or the way she burrows into you post sex.
“Oh. You don’t have to worry about that. Sometimes a little distraction can expedite the hours.” She waves me off before she opens the box and grabs a slice of pizza.
I grab a slice of pizza and take a bite without another word as I fight to ignore the little noises Deshona makes while she eats. This is the second time I’ve noticed that Deshona makes appreciative sounds when she enjoys what she eats. Deshona finishes her first slice and then moves to pour us some of the Pepsi as she jumps into conversation.
“So how many people work at your company? Is the party a standard practice? I’ve been working remotely for the last two years, and my employer has never done anything like that. I make great money, and they often pay bonuses, but that’s it. I only see other people during all-staff Zoom meetings. But honestly, I don’t mind it. I enjoy being able to work in the comforts of my home.”
“It’s a small company, I don’t know, maybe one-fifty. This will be the first party since I’ve been there, so I don’t know if it’s common practice for them or not.”
I finish the slice of pizza and then clear my mouth with the cold cherry beverage that tastes as good as the food. Once I’m done, I jump in to change the subject because I would rather learn more than work details about Deshona.
“Have you ever had your heart broken?”
Deshona’s head lifts faster than humanly possible as her curious eyes peer into mine. I’m not completely sure why it’s the question I let slip, but I’m out here now.
“That’s random and uh, I don’t know . . . heavy for a casual dinner.”
