8. Pharaoh #2
I stepped back allowing her to get up and remove her thong.
She reached down cupping her ankles and bringing her nose to her knees.
I bit my lip noticing the gold butt plug with an image of a Pharaoh on it.
Her freaky ass stayed doing shit like that and it turned me the fuck on.
She could also take dick so I would undoubtably keep her freaky ass around.
I met London a year after I started the firm here. Her and her pops attended an event I was hosting to bring in clients. She wore a silver tight fitting dress with heels that strapped around her legs and up her calves. She had her hair pulled up in a bun with some little diamonds all around.
Her ass looked good as hell, and I couldn’t stop watching her all night.
She worked to the crowd, laughing and joking with everyone she touched base with.
But she was watching me as hard as I was watching her.
Hours into the party when everyone was good and lit, I pulled her to the private restroom and fucked her senseless.
Her ass has been addicted since and honestly so was I.
Reaching into the drawer next to the front door I grabbed the leather restraints and a condom.
Strapping each ankle to her wrist I secured them making sure she couldn’t move.
Slipping on the condom I rubbed the tip on her awaiting juices before easing into her.
We both moaned out as I filled her up from behind.
Lifting her up I walked her over to the wall pressing her back against the cold surface.
Placing my palms against the wall above my head to give me leverage I beat her shit like it owed me money.
“Oh yes, please just like that, oh my God. You are so big, baby.” She moaned, I slapped my hand on each of her ass cheeks and continued my assault on her pussy. “Pharaoh, mmm, shit daddy.” Her calling me by my name had my mind wandering back to Blythe’s pretty ass.
I loved the way my name sounded coming off her tongue.
She said it with such finality and held my gaze like she had a point to prove.
I imagined me slow stroking her body and rubbing all over her butter soft skin.
Making her beg for mercy and screaming how good I was making her body feel.
Sticking my tongue in her pussy and listening to her moan her praises for how good it was.
Deep between her walls and her telling me to go deeper.
I could feel my nut rising at the thoughts of Blythe and I couldn’t hold my shit back any longer. I grabbed London’s waist and banged into her with more force. I knew I was gonna have to repair the wall because I’m sure her body print was gonna be imbedded in the surface.
“I’m bout to cum daddy, cum with me.” Twisting the anal plug inside of her, I thumped it a few times before pulling her to me “Yes, shit like that daddy, oh my God.”
“Yo, shut. The. Fuck. Up.” I groaned out, going deeper, harder, faster before I released hard as fuck with a roar.
She squirted all over my legs and sweatpants and her body shook uncontrollably.
I was temporarily blinded and seeing stars at the load I released.
It’s been a minute since I came that hard.
Pulling out of her slowly I noticed I filled the condom damn near to the rim.
I was gonna have to make her get a Plan B just to make sure none of my soldiers made it in.
I sat at the bench trying to catch my breath.
“Come here.” I instructed London. She backed up to me with her hands still tied to her ankles. Releasing her she stood and rubbed at her wrist before fixing her breast that oozed out of her bra.
“Here, let me take care of that for you.” She tried to reach for the condom on my dick, and I slapped her hand away. I didn’t trust her to not take my seed and try and impregnant herself.
“Nah I got it. But what you bought to do? I have some work I need to finish.” I spoke with finality. I needed to wrap shit up here in St. Louis so I could get back. Crazy to think I didn’t want to go there a few weeks ago but now I was rushing back.
“Damn, I was hoping we could Netflix and chill. It’s been a minute since I seen you.” London was standing in my hallway fixing her lipstick in my mirror. She had her trench coat secured back around her body. Her panties rested on my floor
“Nah, I gotta get back to my peoples, so I will see you when I see you.” I walked over to her scooping her panties up and handed them to her before opening the door.
“Oh, you not keeping them this time?” She asked when I placed them in her palm. I usually collected panties like souvenirs but not this time. I just wanted to clean up and chill for a minute.
“Nah, not this time. Be easy though.” I spoke looking at the open door. She stuffed them in her pocket and stormed out. I didn’t give two fucks if she was mad. She got what she came for and now that that was done, I wanted to be alone.
Walking to my bathroom I flushed the condom and jumped in the shower.
I still couldn’t believe how hard thoughts of Blythe had me cummin.
I needed to shake her ass bad. I couldn’t risk business with pleasure knowing that my mom’s was more than likely gonna make her partner and I would be stepping in as CEO.
Shit could get bad and I wouldn’t jeopardize my company.
Even with that being said, thoughts of her had my dick right back at attention and I spent the next twenty minutes stroking my shit before I released down the drain. Yea something had to give, or I was gonna fuck her pretty ass senseless and suffer the consequences later.
It took me the full week to wrap things up here.
Although I talked all that shit about wanting to stay in my town and run the business here, I was anxious to get back.
So much so after I wrapped up my last meeting I jumped right on the plane and headed back.
It was late when I got in on Friday night but not too late for me to call my brother and invite him to the lounge we went to when I saw Blythe.
He of course was down so we met there making sure we called the car service because we both knew we were gonna have a few drinks once we got in there.
The place was kind of packed for a lounge. They had the lights dim and it gave a slight club vibe. Rajah and I were able to slide in the booth we had last time and I caught the perfect view of Blythe and her friend.
she seemed happier tonight and had a slight glow to her.
She was wearing her normal black attire, but she paired it with red accents this time.
I watched her scan the room and smirk when the men her eyes would land on would cower away.
Her leg swayed left to right causing the stiletto to swing off her perfectly pedicured feet.
I adjusted my bulge in my jeans trying to not make it obvious that she was turning me the fuck on.
She took a sip of her drink and our eyes met. She paused mid sip; the glass tucked perfectly between her full red lips. I lifted my glass saying hello and she looked away.