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I twist a hand into her hair. Yank her head back. Bite into her neck. Nip at her ear.
She moans. “Aaah.”
“I’ma fuck the shit outta you for makin’ me late for work. You know that, right?”
I pull my finger out of her cunt, smack her clit, then plunge two fingers back into her slit. Marika gasps, hisses, then whimpers low in her throat, clawing at the sheets. Her eyes snap open wide. She has that hungry glow in them. My baby wants this dick. Her muscles squeeze my fingers as they curl forward inside of her, finding those crinkly r
idges at the front of her pussy.
“Yeah, what was all that slick shit you were talkin’?” I press into spongy flesh, massaging her spot. “Talkin’ about I wasn’t getting none of this pussy…?”
Her mouth stretches open. Her eyes grow wide as I move my fingers into a slow, steady rhythm, increasing the pressure on her G-spot.
She rocks her hips. Her breath hitches. A scream explodes from her mouth as Jason Derulo croons out “Vertigo.”
“That’s right. Come for me, baby.”
Withdrawing my fingers, I bring them to her lips, smearing gloss and cunt musk together, then pushing them deep into her mouth. “I told you ’bout teasing me when you know I have to be at the office early. Didn’t I?”
My fingers slip from her mouth, drawing a wet trail to her pebbled nipples. I pinch, the right one, then the left one.
“Yes,” she moans. Then in one swift motion, I lift her off the bed, flip her over, and tell her to get on all fours. I slap her phat ass, then drop to a crouch behind her, taking my thumbs and spreading her cunt open. I sweep my tongue over swollen, glistening lips, then bury it inside of her sticky heat. Marika drops her head forward and claps her ass cheeks around my face, moaning as I tongue-fuck her and stroke my dick through two songs before finally standing and rubbing the thick head of my dick up and down between her damp pussy lips, then sinking it in.
“Aaaaah, shiiiit,” I choke out, head thrown back. Her taut, hot pussy causes every muscle in her body to tighten. “Aaah, muthafuck, yeah…” I withdraw halfway, then plunge in, deep—until my balls press tight against her cunt lips.
Marika’s cries echo around the room, bouncing off the walls. I grind my hips into her nice and slow. “Yeah, baby,” I moan, watching my dick slide in and out of her. “Coat my dick with that sweet nut. I love watchin’ you take all this dick…aaaah, fuck, baby…nice, wet pussy…”
I pull out again. Fuck her with the head. Then surge my hips forward again, pushing my iron-hard pipe back into her. A soft, feminine rumble of approval seeps from her lips as I change my rhythm, using long powerful thrusts. In, out. In, out. Swish, swish. In, out. In, out. Swish, swish. Each stroke cutting, slicing, sawing into wet heat, gliding out of her wetness from head to base. My balls slap up against the back of her.
I wrap both of my arms around her and pound into her. By the time Xscape starts singing, I’m right where I wanna be. Roaring, buried deep in Marika’s shuddering body, fucking my nut into the warmest place on earth.
My baby’s wet pussy.
FOUR
Marika
“Your eleven o’clock is here,” my receptionist, Shayla, says the moment I step—okay, okay…half-walk, half-limp, thanks to the delicious fucking Marcel put on me this morning—through the sliding glass doors of M&M Publishing, a large publishing company with magazine and book publishing holdings nestled inside a luxury high-rise building on the fortieth floor. The building also houses a record label and a multimillion-dollar public relations and global management agency that manages numerous Fortune 500 companies across the country.
As president and chief executive officer of M&M, I oversee the publishing and operations of our numerous divisions. And I am damn proud of my accomplishments as a thirty-six-year-old, African-American woman.
Straight out of Howard with a degree in communications, I landed a job with a major publishing house where I quickly worked my way up the ladder to executive editor of one of their imprints. Then, after almost two years, I’d had enough and decided to launch, along with Marcel, my own publishing house. Eight years later, M&M Publishing has rapidly become a force to be reckoned with in the publishing industry, becoming the home of many major bestselling authors. And as a result, in 2013, I was presented with the prestigious Matrix Award, a Tiffany medallion, from the New York Women in Communications for excellence in publishing.
I run a manicured hand through my hair, lifting my shades up and resting them on top of my head. The wall behind Shayla’s desk is a waterfall with sparkling sheets of chlorinated water splashing endlessly down into a basin filled with shimmering rocks. I glance at my timepiece, then look over toward the waiting area. “Already? It’s only ten.”
She shrugs, pushing a curtain of blonde-colored hair from her high cheekbones. “He said he didn’t want to be late.” She picks up a stack of phone messages and hands them to me. “Oh. And a Miss Lollipop Lipz called and asked for you to call her on her cell.”
I frown. “What kind of mess? Lollipop Lips? I don’t know anyone by that name.”
She snickers. “She said you might say that. She also mentioned something about a manuscript she sent over by Express mail for you to look at. She called it Cum Stains.”
“Oh, hell no. I’m not interested in anything titled Cum Stains written by some woman who goes by a slutty name like Lollipop Lips. No thank you.”
Shayla gives me a knowing look. “If you ask me, she sounded like a real nut. No pun intended. And it’s Lipz with a Zee, not an Ess.”
I raise a brow. “Well, the next time Miss Lipz with a Zee calls, you can tell her we’re not interested in anything with cum stains on it. And we’re no longer taking submissions.”
I gather my things to head toward my office overlooking Times Square.
