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Why must he ask me that shit? I decide to tell him a lie. “I don’t really.”
“So, why ask?” he demands, still nibbling. Damn, his lips feel so good against my exposed breasts.
I ignore him because I don’t want him to know that I do care. If only I can have something of him that she doesn’t, he’ll be more mine. I playfully laugh a little and then put his mind back to our business. “Bishop,” I whisper, “we’re not done with each other yet.”
“True,” he replies.
I turn around backward, descend on his long shaft, and give him a rump-shaking, lap dance with his joystick inside my hot box. He stands and humps me doggy style while I touch the floor with the palms of my hands still clapping his dick with my butt cheeks. Good thing I’m flexible. He then fucks me so hard we unintentionally travel toward the large pane-glass window. I spread eagle against the glass to brace myself from his force. If only the folks on the street could see us, what an eyeful they would get. Two naked jaybirds fucking sky high.
“Damn, Bishop, that’s my spot!”
“Yeah? Well, come on with it then,” he grunts. I moan as he bottoms me out and my cum spills onto his engorged cock. “Oh, shit! Damn, your pussy is good!” I watch him throw his head back as he sinks his manly hands into the flesh of my ass. He holds on tightly and keeps his body close. I feel the bulging and pulsing of his penis as his cum meets mine. He squeezes my ass harder as if he wishes he could put all of himself in me. He slowly releases and backs away from me, staring in an unusual way. I can’t tell if he’s dazed or amazed. He grabs some Kleenex tissue out of the box on his desk and wipes his glistening, cummy penis.
“Damn! You know how to work a brother.” He’s definitely amazed.
“You may want to freshen up a bit in the bathroom down the hall to your right.” He reaches for his boxers and every brownskin, toned muscle flexes. Shit, he’s so fine.
“I plan to. Don’t worry.”
He walks past me, slaps my ass while biting his bottom lip. He doesn’t say anything but his slap insinuates he’s a happy camper. I hope there are no finger marks on my ass from all of his grabbing. I couldn’t explain them to Keith. He may have a small Johnson, but he notices everything about my body, everything except the fact that my pussy is being stretched to its limits these days. Damn, I crave Bishop, but Keith is my source of stability. What is a girl to do? Have them both, right? Hell yeah!
I scoot back into my size-eight skirt and affix my cleavage-making bra as Bishop stares me down from his desk chair. He sits charismatically, adjusting the knot in his silk, Armani tie. Even though our company allows us to dress business casual, apparently Bishop likes to top off his business shirt with an impressive tie. Lord knows, he stands out in my mind.
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nbsp; I purposely drop my tiny, black lace panties in Bishop’s trashcan that sits adjacent to his light-maple wood desk—in plain view, of course. After dressing, he offers some small talk about the weather. I humor him and talk about the ninety-degree, hot, August day, then excuse myself to use the ladies room.
I wonder what he’s thinking now, or better yet, if he’s seen my panties. I push open the restroom door and discover that I have the place to myself. I moisten a handful of brown paper towels with soap and water, and grab some dry ones with my free hand. Just as I’m about to step into a stall, a soft, muffled knock is at the door. I place the paper towels in my intended stall and walk to the door, fluffing my locs in the mirror as I pass. I hear another muffled knock at the door. I open and peep around the door.
“Bishop? What are you doing here?”
“Anybody in there?”
“No, why?”
He slides through the small opening and quickly locks the door. Before I can utter a word, he puts his tongue deep into my mouth and grabs my naked ass beneath my skirt.
“You forgot something.” With those words, he tosses my panties onto the marble vanity near the door. He lifts me off the floor and sits my exposed ass on the cold, hard marble countertop. I quickly get over the chilly discomfort and reach for the long dong.
“Connie, my dick is like a heat-seeking missile for your pussy.” I feel Bishop inside me once more. He doesn’t cum this time and that makes this encounter more challenging as only my vaginal juices moisten us.
Sweet mother of mercy, his penis girth is like the damn Grand Canyon. His dick is rocking against the breadth of my pelvis and at this point, it’s hurting me so good. I want to let out a scream from the pressure, but I don’t dare. A scream coming from the ladies room would not be good for either of us. Bishop sees my facial expression and knows; he is not only at the bottom of me, but he’s giving me that bit of pain a pussy feels when a man has taken it all. I fake like I cum this time to make him stop. He can’t have everything. I’m mindful Keith may want to hit something tonight. Bishop’s last thrust interrupts my thoughts. Shit! He takes what little bit I could save for Keith. My pussy is a done deal.
Someone tries to open the door. Bishop and I look frantic as she pulls harder at the handle.
“Bishop, quick, hide in this stall. Close the door and stand on the toilet so she doesn’t see your feet.” I giggle at the sight of him pulling up his pants while scurrying to the stall. I pull my skirt down and straighten the rest of my clothes, walk to the door, and gracefully open it.
“Why is the door locked?” Ms. Claire, the nosey lady from the elevator, walks in like she’s about to urinate on herself.
“Oh, I must have accidentally hit it when I came in.” I play stupid until the fussbox enters a stall. I peep out of the restroom door, lightly tap on Bishop’s stall, and hurriedly get him out of the restroom. At the door, he surprises me with a tender peck on the lips as he brushes past me. I’m not sure of its meaning. Does it matter? Maybe. I finally freshen up in the stall with the damp and dry paper towels, and then return to Bishop’s office. I enter the room and wonder what can we say to each other. I don’t know this man. I only know we have strong chemistry and great sex.
“I hear you are quite the assistant attorney at Clark and Howard.”
“I do my best.” I’m in shock. He’s actually talking about business with me.
“Well, I would like for you to review this procurement contract with me. I can run the numbers, but some of the vendor’s legalese is more challenging for us accountants. Do you mind helping me, like I asked on the elevator?”
“No, not at all.” I’m still stunned but manage to switch gears like him. It feels good to know he appreciates my intellect as well as my lustful heat. How nice it is to be in the company of a smart, sexy, well-put-together brother. What a morning.
