Chapter 19
CRESCENT
Mahogany giggled. “No, seriously. Stop. We’ve been here for almost an hour, and we haven’t gotten much work done Crescent. There are deadlines we have to adhere to.”
I ran my tongue over my bottom lip with a smile. “Aight, aight. I hear you. What were you saying?”
Playfully, she rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and went back to showing me the samples of wood she brought in.
“I like the white oak,” she paused and ran her hand over it.
“This one… the European white oak would be for the lobby.” Nodding towards another plank, she said, “The engineered white oak for the playroom.
But as you see, I have multiple for you to choose from. This one… the walnut could work if—
“The white oak. For both the lobby and the playroom,” I interrupted, with my eyes locked on her.
Her brows raised. “You need to look at what I’m showing you, Crescent. Touch it.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Right.”
With a deep breath, I shifted around in my seat and ran my hand over the wood.
I would have loved to sit up and just work, but Mahogany had this magnetism to her I couldn't resist. Today especially.
She looked better than usual. She wore her long braids down, cascading over the side of her head.
The suit pants she had on hugged every curve on her body with perfection.
She'd come out of her suit coat and was wearing just a white tank.
She was busy talking about plans, I was busy thinking about what the inside of her pussy felt like.
I knew how to conduct myself at meetings.
Knew that listening to the finalized design was important too.
But I just didn’t give a fuck about anything but feeling the inside of her warm, wet pussy.
It wasn’t just the physical attraction that had me on one.
Not only that magnetism, neither. It was her.
Her brain, remember? Her passion. She was in the middle of talking about flooring and the playroom she’d convinced me to add when my dick began to swell.
I didn’t hear shit she was saying for real.
A nigga just nodded and approved everything because the ideas came from her beautiful mind.
“Yeah. I fuck with the white oak. Finalize it, baby.”
She blushed and moved one of the braids from her face. “Okay, white oak it is.”
“I love when you do that.”
“When I do what?” She asked, looking up from the planks, at me.
“Breathe,” I joked. “Nah, when you blush. You act like you don’t like the baby shit, but you do.”
She sighed, steady blushing. “Oh my God, Crescent hush.”
“Look at you,” I said with a smirk. “Can’t even stop smiling. You love this just as much as I do.”
She picked the material up and walked over to the other side of the room where she kept all of her samples.
My eyes traveled the length of her body, lingering on her phat ass.
I was convinced she’d worn those pants for me.
Shit, I was convinced she’d done everything for me.
I bet she stood in her bedroom, at the mirror, thinking of ways to drive me crazy because that’s exactly what she did. Drove a nigga insane, for real.
“Pervert,” she said, her back to me, as she put things away. “You need to focus.”
“I am focused. On the muthafuckin’ prize, shorty.”
She sucked her teeth, laughed and looked over her shoulder at me, shaking her head. “This is why we need to stick to virtual meetings,” she sang.
The virtual shit wouldn’t change this. It wouldn’t stop me from staring, wanting to eat her ass. Literally. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to stare at her ass, smell her perfume or any of those things but I’d still desire her. Honestly, the virtual meetings would only make me want her more.
I pushed up from the chair and walked over to the side of the room where she was.
The minute I stood behind her, her body tensed up, as if she knew I was there.
And when I leaned down, placing my face to the side of her neck, her body softened and she exhaled.
There was something about her pheromones that did it for me.
Shit, who was I kidding? Everything about her did it for me.
Experiencing Mahogany was different. Nothing like I’d ever experienced before and I’d been with a lot of women.
None of them made me hungry. None of them made me lose my focus.
None of them imprinted on me like her. She was…
my God. And she didn’t even do much. Just breathe. Just exist.
“What are you doing?” she softly asked.
“What you asked me to do,” I told her, my lips brushing up against her soft, supple skin.
“I didn’t ask you to do anything, Mr. Carter.”
I grunted, that Mr. Carter shit driving me up a wall.
“Verbally, nah. Spiritually, you ask for a lot.”
She sucked her teeth. “You can hear my soul, now?”
I kissed her on her neck. “Mmhmm. It talks to me every single time we’re together.”
She leaned back and closed her eyes. “Mmh. Does it now?”
“Since I saw you,” I told her, referring to her IG pictures, as my hands traveled up the sides of her body.
She giggled. “Sure.”
I slid my hands further up her body until they landed on her titties. “See? You wanted that, didn’t you? I hear you baby. Speak to me.”
That magnetism I talked about was nothing more than her soul calling out to me.
I didn’t give Mahogany anything she didn’t want.
Never had. When we first kissed, I gave her what she wanted.
When she was overthinking, rambling, pacing and I’d tell her to breathe or relax, I did it then too.
Mahogany was private. She kept a lot of shit bottled up but there was always something very telling about her.
It was in the air. It was in her mannerisms. It was in her eyes.
In her spirit. What she needed. And every single time ‘it’ happened, I was told what to do.
I didn’t just advance on her because I was a freaky nigga.
I was actually really capable of controlling myself.
I wasn’t nearly as hypersexual as I came off as.
I was cool. But… there was a lack of control where Mahogany was concerned because she wanted me.
She wanted me bad. And all I did was do what her soul wanted me to do. Mine too.
“Stop,” she mumbled.
“You want me to stop, for real?” I asked, massaging her hardening nipples through that thin white tank.
She didn’t say anything. I looked down at her face and was immediately mesmerized. Her eyes were closed. And she had this look of contentment on her face that made it hard to look away.
I pulled my hands away from her titties and wrapped them around her waist as I backed up against the couch sitting a couple of feet away.
I sat down, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto my lap, facing me.
Burying my face into her chest, I inhaled the scent of her invigorating perfume. Today she smelled sweet, like candy.
“No, for real. We have more work to do,” she giggled and cupped my face, pulling me away from her breasts. “Please.”
“Please what? What you begging for, baby?” I asked, turning to kiss the palm of her soft hand.
“I’m begging you to stop, Mr. Carter,” she softly said, before pinching her bottom lip between her teeth.
I grunted. “Calling me that shit won’t help,” I told her before burying my face back into her breasts.
She moaned and gripped the back of my neck, pulling me toward her.
I kissed the ampleness of her breasts and she hissed, starting to grind her hips on me.
I slapped her on the ass and she yelped, giggling.
“Shit,” she whispered, steady grinding on me.
“You feel that muthafucka, baby?” I whispered against her ear.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned, before putting her hand down my Givenchy joggers, gripping my dick.
“Thought you wanted me to stop,” I teased, as she brushed the pad of her thumb over the head of my dick, swiping pre-cum up.
She pulled back a little, sliding her hand out of my pants.
I liked to fucking lose it when she put her thumb in her mouth, licking the pre-cum from it.
Mahogany licked the palm of her hand and put it back down my pants and slowly stroked my dick.
I laid back against the couch and closed my eyes, while she pulled my joggers down.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the neck, slowly running her soft, wet hand up and down my dick.
Shortly after, she climbed down and came out of her pants before mounting me again.
This time with my dick buried deep inside of her.
“Fuck,” she moaned once my dick hit the bottom of her pussy. She sucked in air and slid her hands over the back of my neck. “Mmmh,” she moaned.
Lightly, I tugged on her nipple with my teeth through her shirt, and she pulled me in, urging me to bite harder.
I reached into her shirt and pulled them out to do just that.
Since we’d been fucking around for a lil bit, I picked up on cues and that definitely was a cue for more.
Mahogany was a freak. A freak that liked it rough.
Not too rough though. She liked balance and I’d like to think that I gave her just that every time we were together.
Slowly, she gyrated her hips, riding my dick with so much passion a nigga damn near came right then and there. I gripped her waist, slowing her down, to stop from busting in her. She swatted my hands away and placed her hands on the wall behind us for leverage as she bounced up and down on my dick.
“Damn, Mo,” I mumbled, wrapping my arms around her body, helping her ride.
She tossed her head back and rode me ferociously, her titties bouncing wildly in my face. I caught one and tried to put the whole thing in my mouth. Except they were too big so I could only get my mouth wrapped around the areola.