Page 25 of Session 25

I knew the back and forth banter was innocent, but the fire between my legs was not. This man had me ready to toss this plate to the side and sit on his face. The way he licked his lips after taking a bite of the pancakes had me thinking about everything but food or work.

Roman got up and placed his plate on the tray. “I’m not trying to hold you up. Enjoy work. I have some work I need to do myself.” My eyes immediately roamed to the bulge in his pants.

“Damn,” I mumbled under my breath. “Wait.” I jumped up. “Lunch on me. What time?”

“How’s two sound?”

“Perfect.” I walked him to the door, breathed in a deep breath before letting it go.

“You keeping this on or we going upstairs to the rooftop?”

“What do you suggest?”

“Keep this on. I want to be the one to remove it.” He winked, turned on his heels, and walked away.

At a loss for words, I slipped back into my room, hand on my chest. This nigga had me thinking things I would have never imagined.

Hot, horny, and bothered, another knock came at my door. I rushed to it, hoping it wasn’t housekeeping. I was wrong. Roman slipped back inside my room. At a loss for words, he snapped me from my trance.

“Go log in, hurry.” I followed his command without a second thought. I leaned over the desk, turned on my laptop, and logged in when I felt a hand move up my leg. “This… he paused. Is work demanding?” He asked. Happy I opted to not wear any underwear; Roman’s hand grazed against my freshly waxed pussy. Unable to think, he asked me again. “What do you do for work?” This time his voice was a bit more huskier, as his lips brushed against my ear.

I threw my head back, biting my lip, letting out a low moan while trying to control the orgasm I’d been holding in. “Accountant, I’m an accountant,” I cooed. He wasted no time spreading my legs and massaging my pussy from the back.

“A boss chick, I love that.” He slipped a finger inside, careful yet sensual. “Cum for me, you need the release, I can tell.” Mind blown at how this man was talking me through an orgasm while leaning up against his chest, at nine in the morning.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warned.

“Don’t worry about me.” He flipped me over, moved the laptop slightly, placed me in the chair, and lifted my muu muu. “Her. She, she’s my worry.” My nipples became erect, and my pussy throbbed. “Can I?” I almost lost it when he pulled me to the edge of my seat, blew on my pussy, and waited for me to answer.

“Roman, you better stop playing with me before I fuck your face.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” He latched on to my pussy just as I was about to say something.

“Fuck!” The way he took his time licking and sucking my pussy, I was growing impatient from the tease. “I want to feel your dick,” I panted, trying to hold in my orgasm.

“Mmhmm.” His mouth vibrated against my clit as I grabbed the back of his head, pushing him deeper in between my legs. What Roman did next had me squirting. He pulled my butt up, legs on his shoulders, fingers dipping in and out as he sucked slowly on my clit.

“Fuck!” My body convulsed, and the warm liquid shot out of me. Embarrassed, I tried to push him back, but I was no match for him. Roman had me speaking in tongues, teary eyed and mouth wide open.

Spent, Roman backed up, letting me down. “You should get to work. They’re probably looking for you.”

“How can I after that?” I questioned him with an “are you crazy?” look on my face.

“Easy, now work should be less stressful after that.” He looked down at his shirt, now wet with my fluids. “I need a shower and to be ready for our lunch date at two, right?”

I couldn’t believe he was still talking about lunch after he had just taken me through there. “Yea. Rooftop.”

“Aight lightweight, I’ll see you then.” Confused, I cleaned myself up. As soon as he left, I called Marli, placing the call on speaker.

“So, you let a random eat ya cookies? How you feel? Cus, I heard about you beating Marcel’s ass and then having Duke and Drew run down on him. Girlllll.” Marli was popping her tongue and waiting on me to give her all the details. I already knew Sicily had called her about the situation yesterday, hence why I had so many missed calls and texts.

“So that wasn’t the plan.” I stopped. “Let me stop lying, I wanted some dick last night, but his ass wanted to be a gentleman. All I wanted was to see if I still had it. Shit, I only been fucked by Marcel.”

“Oh, we know and I’m glad you gave him some, even if you didn’t sit on the dick, but why you think that? It’s small?”

“Fuck no, I saw that shit through his sweats. We going to lunch though and he better feed me too.”

Marli started choking. “Be careful what you ask for before he feeds your ass a nine inch dick, and now you’re sprung, burping up cum and shit.”