“Chase,” she said, making my eyes snap to hers at the firm tone in her voice. “Look at me, and tell me what’s wrong.” I paused, took a deep breath, and started spilling secrets like only she could get me to do.
“If I fuck up, I’ll let everyone down.”
“Then don’t fuck up,” she said with a shrug like it was just that simple.
“What?” I couldn’t hold back my awkward chuckle at how abrupt she was.
“Since you’resoconvinced that everyone will turn their back on you if you fuck up. Don’t. Fuck. Up.,” she repeated like I was slow.
“I never said they would turn their back on me,” I said defensively.
“Then what are you so afraid of?”
“I can’t lose, Amaya.”
“Damn Chase, didn’t you just lose in the playoffs a few months ago? Why you actin’ like you ain’t never lost before?” I glared at her, damn near cussing her out for using my shortcomings to prove a point. She threw her hands up in a peace offering before she continued. “I’m just saying. When I accepted you as a client, I did so under the impression that you were that nigga… Was I wrong?” I rolled my eyes as she mirrored my pep talk.
“Nah,” I mumbled.
“So, you that nigga, or not?”
“Yeah,” I sucked my teeth and looked off.
“You don't sound like you believe it.” As she spoke, she leaned against the desk where I sat.
“I'm that nigga,” I said with my head down.
“Nah, say that shit like you mean it,” she said, grabbing my chin and pulling my face up. It was only then that I noticed that as she had been walking over, she was unbuttoning her green button up dress. Now she stood there with it open, and her matching green bra and panty set on display.
“What you doin’?” I whispered.
“Waiting on you to show me that you that nigga,” she said with a raised brow. I was on my feet in a millisecond, one hand on her face and the other on her ass. I had been damn near begging her for some pussy, so if that’s what she was offering, I was all too happy to accept regardless of the time or place.
“You lock the door?” I asked with a raised brow, kissing her before pushing her back on the desk.
“You scared?” she teased, slipping her panties off and rubbing her fingers over her clit. My eyes stayed glued to her as I removed my shirt and dropped my pants & underwear, stroking my dick as I watched her play with herself.
“Fuck you, Amaya,” I chuckled, rubbing the head of my dick over her clit a few times to drive her crazy.
“Fuck me then, Chase,” she said, bringing her fingers to my lips for a taste. I gladly accepted, then grabbed her head and pulled her in for a kiss.
The moment I pushed inside her, I let out a shaky exhale as she inhaled sharply. That shit feltsofucking good, and I made sure to let her know.
“This pussy just as good as I remembered,” I groaned.
“Ohshit,” she moaned softly, letting me know that she missed it just as much as I did. We stared at each other, breathing hard as hell as our bodies moved in sync, mine fucking hers, and hers rolling her hips to fuck me back. We knew we were on a time crunch, so we were damn near feral.
“Harder,” she groaned softly through tight lips. I had no idea how she was so quiet because I was two seconds from hollerin’ like Fantasia in that bitch.
“You feelsofuckin’ good,” I groaned, lacing my fingers through hers as I went harder and deeper.
“Youmakeme feel good, Chase,” she replied. I shook my head because every time she moaned my name while I was in her shit, it made me want to decorate her walls with my appreciation, and I wasn’t ready for it to end yet.
“Cum for me,” I said, concentrating my movements to hit the spot that she seemed to like the most.
“N-no. This is about you. You cum forme, baby.” Her eyes fluttered and I could tell she was fighting her orgasm with her stubborn ass.
“Amaya,” I scolded, gripping her chin and forcing her to look right into my eyes. “Nut for me. You deserve it, baby. Let that shit go.” I hit the final button on my cheat code and bit down on her bottom lip.
