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She glanced at me, past my shoulders, and shook her head subtly. We continued walking briskly until we entered my empty office. I closed the door and watched her peruse the room. Her hand gently traced a picture of my parents and me that we’d taken not long before my father’s murder. “I always thought we would lead different lives. I used to picture you and I marrying after college, having three children, and this fabulous safe life.” Diamond gestured between us, her tone bitter. “Instead, here we haven’t spoken in twenty years, always having to look over our shoulders because the day we drop our guard may be our last day on this Earth.”
Not wanting to admit that I had the same daydreams about us, I rested my lower back against my desk and crossed my arms. “Are you Wisdom?”
She cocked her head with an amused smile. “Are you going to kill me if I am?”
“There are other things I’d rather do to you than kill you,” I deepened my voice. Now that we were alone, my dick stiffened with an urgent need for her body.
“Oh...you still fuck with black women? Thought you have immersed in this white world with your model-thin blondes with fake asses and titties you seem to prefer.” She then scoffed. “Let me guess, black women can only be in your bed, white women on your arms?”
I smiled knowingly. “You’ve been keeping up with me.”
“Noting that you didn’t deny anything I said.”
I moved so near her that she had to bend her neck to look up at me. “Do I look like a man who gives a fuck about what others think? I have always loved fucking all types of pussy. Race means nothing to me. And if you’ve been checking for me, you know I rarely have any woman and definitely not the same one on my arm. I prefer the solitary life.”
She glanced longingly at my mouth before meeting my gaze. “Looks can be deceiving.”
I suddenly backed her to my desk. I trapped her between my arms by firmly planting my hands on either side of her. “If you want, we could go back downstairs to the casino in front of everyone on my special night and dance the night away.” I brushed her lips with mine and gazed into her now heavy-lidded eyes. “Or we can stay here in private and fuck on this desk, over there on my sofa, on this plush carpet...we have options.”
Diamond stared at my lips as she responded, soft, sensual, “What if I don’t want to fuck you? Just because you had my heart when we were young doesn’t mean you have it now.”
Trailing my index finger from her neck to her deep cleavage, I gently contradicted, “Darling, your nipples are begging for my mouth. I bet if I lift your dress and touch your thighs, you’ll get wetter than you already are.”
“I thought you wanted privacy so we could talk business.” Her chest heaved as I rubbed her right hardened nipple through the sparkly fabric.
“We can talk business later. Right now, it’s all personal.” I placed tiny kisses on her neck. “I used to love to do this to you while I fingered you.” Roughly I raised her dress and cupped her bare mound before she could protest. “No underwear? Mmm...so many fucking possibilities.”
She tried to remove my hand, and I slipped in a finger. Her eyes closed briefly involuntarily though she commanded through gritted teeth, “Move your fucking hand, now, Gianni.”
I captured her mouth with a deep, soulful kiss where our tongues met ardently. I whispered against her lips, “If I move my hand, it will only be replaced with my dick. It’s been years, and I need to fuck you hard. I can’t promise it won’t hurt. Then again, you might be into a little pain.” I pushed another finger into her wet, slippery walls. “Fuck...fuck, you’re so fucking ready for me. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll point out a fucking liar.”
Diamond’s eyes flashed anger, lust, and capitulation as she pushed my jacket off my shoulder before pulling my lower lip into her mouth. She bit my flesh, drawing blood as she tongued me. The unexpected pain only turned me on more, and I forcibly thrust my fingers in and out of her dripping wet sex. Her hands made fast use of unbuttoning and opening my shirt. She rubbed one of my stiff nipples and admired my muscled torso appreciatively, “My oh my, you’ve grown, haven’t you.”
“Can’t wait for you to see how another part of me has grown.” I lifted her onto my desk, and she willingly opened her legs wide as her mostly unyielding dress allowed. My dick started salivating and threatened to burst through my pants. I needed her so desperately, and when she lowered my zipper, my head resumed control over my body. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”
Unperturbed by my dilemma, Diamond licked my right pec muscle. “I don’t give a fuck. Hit it raw and cream my pussy.”
Her words and her hand that stroked my thickened dick drove me mad with lust and impulsivity. Yet, I didn’t believe in sex without a condom. Too many possible complications, and I needed that distance between a woman and me.
At my reticence, the left side of her lip curled in disdain. “I know your type, Gianni. Always in control. Always need to dominate. Well, you can fuck me long and hard as you want with your big dick, but only skin to skin.”
I looked at her and down at my throbbing dick. She’d finally released it from my pants that now pooled around my shoes.
“Come on, baby. Please...just stick it in.”
I closed my eyes, needing the strength to deny our sinful desires. Trying desperately to remember the resolve I had for years to only have protected vaginal intercourse. I then felt her mouth tug on my nipple and hands on my ass, pressing me closer and closer to her oasis.
Suddenly a loud knocking reverberated through my office, startling us both, and I yelled, “I’m busy.”
“I don’t care,” my mother responded crisply.
“It’s my mother. We’ll finish as soon as I get her to leave.” I hurriedly pulled up my pants and helped Diamond to her feet. We adjusted our clothes, and she ran her fingers through her hair to tame it. It didn’t matter because we looked like people fucking. Our faces were flushed, and we still panted heavily. She sat in front of my desk, and I inhaled deeply before answering the door.
Mamma sniffed the air with disdain and looked past me to where Paris sat. She twisted her lips before speaking under her breath, “I see you still don’t listen when it comes to women.”
“Mamma...this is Diamond Domonique, and Diamond, this is my mother, Angelica DeLuca.”
Diamond walked over to my mother with a pleasant smile, and her hand outreached. My mother stared at her hand a second too long before she grasped it. Diamond politely said, “Nice to meet you, Ms. DeLuca.”
