Ghost
A couple days later
Luxe had been at work all day. She had been running in and out the office for all sorts of meetings.
She was on fire today and working the shit out of me to keep up with her.
I knew by the time she made it home, she was gonna only want to take a shower and climb into bed, which I didn’t blame her at all.
I stood out in the lobby as Luxe sat in her office with the door shut. The blinds were up where I could see straight into her office. She sat behind her desk with a pen in between her index finger and thumb, pressed against her forehead. Exhaustion was very much taking over her face.
“How much longer do you think she’ll be in there?” Brielle asked from her desk. Ever since I started working for Luxe, she’d gotten comfortable with trying to hold a conversation with me every chance she got.
Without responding, I went over to Luxe’s door and knocked on it before opening it. Her head turned in my direction. The light from the computer screen illuminated her face. “It’s time to go home.”
“Who’s the boss? You or me?”
“I don’t care. You’re tired. You need to go home. Pack ya shit up. You got five minutes. If you’re not packed by then, I’m gon’ come in and pack it up myself. I’m sure you don’t want me to do that,” I told her and shut the door before she was able to say anything.
Brielle sat behind her desk with a smirk on her face. I knew she wasn’t used to seeing someone handle Luxe like that. Luxe pretended to be so independent and bossy when it came to everyone else, but I’d seen her soft side. I knew that she was just a baby in boss clothing.
From the lobby, I watched her pack up her things and power off her computer. She came over and dropped the blinds and then exited her office.
“Happy now?”
“Let’s go.”
I strolled over to the elevator and pressed the down button. Luxe stood alongside me with hunched shoulders. She knew she was tired as hell but was pushing herself past her limit. Work would be right there tomorrow, waiting for her. For now, it was time to call it a night.
We got outside to the truck, and I drove off. “Do you want to stop and grab food from somewhere?”
“No. I have some leftovers in the refrigerator. I’ll just eat that when I make it to the house.”
“Okay.”
We made it back to the crib and headed inside. Luxe kicked her shoes off at the door and rubbed her right foot.
“I know exactly what you need,” I told her and headed for her bedroom.
Entering the bathroom, I turned on the tub and ran her a hot bubble bath. Luxe stood in the doorway behind me.
“Why are you being so nice?” she questioned me, catching me off guard.
“I’m just trying to make shit easier for you, that’s all.”
Peeling away from the frame, she strutted in my direction. “You’re being extra nice. Why?”
Straightening my posture, I gazed down into her eyes. Hers twinkled as she looked up at me. I couldn’t fight this shit anymore. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Gripping her by the lower back, I pulled her into my frame, and my lips crashed against hers.
Luxe broke the kiss and took a step back from me. “You’re too young, Ghost.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m a grown-ass man? Let me put this dick on yo’ ass and see if you still think I’m a baby then.”
I didn’t even give her the chance to respond. I picked her ass up and carried her back into the bedroom. Gently resting her against the bed, I tugged my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. Luxe lustfully gazed up at me. I was about to show her ass that I was anything but a damn baby.
I stood there at the edge of the bed, my chest bare and my skin humming with anticipation.
She looked incredible lying there, her body pressed into the mattress, still fully clothed in a way that only made me want to rip the fabric away from her.
The sight of her—the way her chest rose and fell with her breath, the look of hunger in her eyes—sent a surge of heat straight to my dick, making it strain hard against my pants.
I crawled onto the bed, hovering over her, my weight supported by my forearms. I could smell her perfume mixed with the scent of her own arousal.
I didn’t waste time; I leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, bruising kiss, my tongue gliding into her mouth to claim her.
While we kissed, my hand slid down her side, gripping her hip and pulling her against me.
I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, biting softly at the sensitive skin there.
My hand moved to the hem of her shirt, sliding underneath to feel the warmth of her bare skin.
I groaned as I felt her arch her back, her nipples hardening against my palm.
With a quick tug, I pulled her shirt up and over her head, tossing it blindly across the room.
She was breathtaking. I spent a few moments just staring at her breasts, the nipples dark and peaking.
I leaned down, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking hard, swirling my tongue around the tip until she let out a sharp moan that echoed through the room.
“Mmmhm.” I switched to the other side, licking and biting, while my free hand moved down to the button on her pants.
I popped the button and slid the zipper down with a metallic hiss.
I didn’t want her out of them yet; I wanted to feel the friction.
I reached inside, sliding my hand past the lace of her panties to find her pussy.
She was already soaking wet, her folds slick and hot.
I slid two fingers deep inside her, and she gasped, her legs parting wider to give me better access.
“You’re so fucking wet for me. Damn,” I whispered, my voice husky.
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, feeling the tight walls of her pussy clench around me.
I used my thumb to grind hard against her clit, circling it with pressure until she shook.
She reached up, her nails digging into my bare shoulders, pulling me back up so she could kiss me again, her tongue dancing with mine in a frantic rhythm.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up just long enough to kick off my pants and boxers, my dick springing free, thick and pulsing. I looked down at her and saw her eyes widen as she looked at my dick. I climbed back over her, the head of my dick brushing against her thigh.
I reached down and yanked her pants and panties off in one swift motion, leaving her completely naked beneath me.
I positioned myself between her legs, the tip of my dick probing her soaking wet entrance.
I paused for a second, savoring the tension, before I thrust forward with one hard, deep shove.
She screamed into the pillow as I buried my entire dick inside her. The heat was incredible, her pussy gripping me like a vice. I stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust to the size of me, before I pulled back and slammed back in.
The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room.
I gripped her hips, anchoring her as I fucked her with raw, rhythmic power.
Every thrust went deep, hitting her cervix and making her toes curl.
I watched her face—the way her eyes rolled back, the way her mouth hung open in a silent plea for more.
I shifted my angle, lifting her legs up over my shoulders to drive even deeper. I could feel the friction building, the wetness of her pussy lubricating every single slide. I increased the pace, and my thrust became faster and more violent. I was losing control, the pleasure peaking in my gut.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered. Her inner muscles began to spasm around my dick.
“Do it. Let that shit go,” I groaned, slamming into her one last time and holding it there.
“Oh my God!”
She peaked first. Her pussy clamped down on me in waves of intense orgasms. The feeling of her pulsing around me pushed me over the edge.
I let out a low growl, thrusting deep and hard as I erupted, shooting load after load of hot cum deep inside her.
I collapsed on top of her, our breathing heavy and synchronized, our bodies slick with sweat and passion.