CHAPTER 17 #3
She went back to work with a vengeance, eating me out with a furious, passionate rhythm that left me completely defenseless.
Her lips and tongue made sweet, ruthless love to my pussy and clit, her fingers sliding inside me to match the speed of her mouth.
The pleasure was too heavy, too intense to contain.
My entire body began to shake, my toes curling as the tension built into a massive, undeniable tidal wave.
"Terra! Oh my god, I’m gonna—I’m deadass about to flood this couch, babe!" I screamed, my fingernails violently ripping into the velvet cushions as my hips bucked completely out of control.
But the bitch didn’t stop; she locked her lips even tighter around my shit, sucking like she wanted to pull my soul out through my vagina, her tongue flattening out and vibrating like a fucking motor right against my swollen clit.
That was the absolute breaking point. A violent, white-hot shockwave shattered straight through my lower body, and I let out a loud, breathless shriek as my pussy completely erupted, squirting all over her pretty face.
My juices sprayed from me in heavy, aggressive, rhythmic pulses, totally soaking her nose, her cheeks, and drowning her mouth in my cream.
Terra stayed locked right in place, taking the whole damn deluge to the face, swallowing down every single drop of my wetness while my pussy kept violently throbbing against her tongue, until my body finally went completely limp, my breath coming in ragged, trembling gasps.
***
The steam from the shower was thick and comforting, washing away the sticky, sweet remnants of our morning session.
I stood under the pounding torrent of hot water, my eyes closed, letting the heat work out the remaining tension in my muscles.
For the first time in weeks, the heavy, anxious knot in my stomach had completely dissolved.
When I finally stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fresh towel with my braids pinned up, the beautiful, mouth-watering aroma of sizzling bacon and toasted bagels greeted me in the hallway.
I walked into the kitchen to find Terra standing by the stove, wearing nothing but one of my oversized gray t-shirts, humming a low tune as she flipped eggs in a cast-iron skillet.
She looked up, her face completely bright, clear, and glowing with a happy, chirpy energy that was absolutely infectious.
"Breakfast is served, executive," she teased, sliding a perfectly loaded plate of eggs, bacon, and avocado onto the small kitchen table.
We sat down together, the atmosphere between us completely transformed.
There was no more toxic tension, no more passive-aggressive glares or heavy silences.
We ate with pure joy and easy laughter, trading jokes about Malik’s dramatic exit and joking about the absurdity of corporate life.
For the first time since we had crossed that line, we actually felt like a real, functioning couple.
It was comfortable. It was safe. It was home.
By the time I finished getting dressed—snapping on a sharp, tailored navy blue trouser suit and sliding my feet into a pair of comfortable but professional flats—the clock on the wall warned me that the corporate world was waiting.
Terra walked me to the front door of the apartment, her eyes soft as she looked at me. She reached out, adjusting the collar of my blazer with a gentle, lingering touch.
"Keep your head up today, Miley," she said softly, her voice full of a deep, heartfelt sincerity. "Don't let those people stress you out about anything. You belong in every room you walk into, you hear me?"
"I hear you," I smiled, a heavy wave of gratitude warming my chest.
She leaned in, pressing a sweet, slow kiss against my lips—a goodbye that tasted of domestic peace—before letting me step out into the hallway.
As I walked down the stone stairs of our Harlem brownstone, stepping onto the sun-drenched concrete of the sidewalk, the reality of the day began to reassert itself.
I sighed, adjusting the strap of my laptop bag, my mind automatically wandering toward E-Tech.
I wondered what kind of corporate drama awaited me today.
Would Helisa be distant? Would Ciara look at me like I was a virus in her system?
"Time to hit the subway," I murmured to myself, steeling my resolve and preparing to walk toward the corner of the block.
But before I could even take three steps, a massive, sleek Nissan Jeep pulled up short right at my feet, the heavy tires crunching against the curb.
The tinted passenger window wound down smoothly, revealing the cool, collected face of Marcus sitting behind the steering wheel. He adjusted his sunglasses, looking at me with a dry, knowing smirk.
"Get in, Ms. Palmer," he said, his voice smooth as he unlocked the doors. "The boss don't want you hitching a ride with the regulars today."
I stood there for a split second, a sharp, ironic smile breaking across my face as I realized the corporate world wouldn't even let me walk to the train in peace.
I opened the door, sliding into the plush leather passenger seat next to him, the cool air conditioning instantly hit my face.
Marcus nodded, shifted the vehicle into drive, and pulled away from the curb.
E-Tech awaits.