Chapter 3 #3
“Stop saying that shit, Dominique! You jinx me with that just about every other day. The IUD will work. We’re going to start back using condoms,” I snapped, about to get down from the table, so that I could sit where the couch area was and get the hell away from him.
He was sitting in a rolling chair, that he was able to roll over to me, and he placed his hands on my hips, not letting me go anywhere.
“I said that shit to get under your skin. Ay, you better be lucky a nigga don’t want kids either. Shit would have offended me that you would get this mad just off me asking you something about having a baby,” he went on to say.
“I don’t like when you say stuff like that to jinx me.
This IUD shit is new to me, Dolo. I have to put my trust in something that I’ve never used before, in hopes that I don’t get pregnant.
Then, you go making comments like that every other day.
I would literally lose my mind if I popped up pregnant,” I told him.
“You lost your fuckin mind years ago,” he tried to be funny, causing me to reach my hand up, and I playfully thumped him in the mouth.
Dolo eventually stood up from the chair that he was sitting down in, and he pushed it back, causing it to hit the wall.
The old Riot would have been trembling, as he was getting this close to me, knowing that it was just the two of us alone in his office.
This Riot felt butterflies forming in my stomach, as I reached my hand out, so that I could pull on the string to the black joggers that he was wearing.
I wanted him closer to me. So much so that I spread my legs a little bit, just so that he could stand in the middle of my thighs.
You could see the love that was in his eyes, as he looked down at me.
I know my eyes matched his because I loved him so much.
I wanted him to carry me, so I lifted my arms, placing them around his neck, and like I weighed just a pound, he was able to lift me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, along with placing my legs around his waist.
In this moment, nothing really needed to be said.
The kiss did the talking. Dolo parted his lips a little bit, allowing me to slowly stick my tongue inside, in which he sucked on.
That little bit of action had my pussy tingling.
The way he was sucking on my tongue was the same way that he would suck on my clit, so for a second, I was just imagining that, which caused me to moan against his lips as we were kissing.
As Dolo was holding onto me, he was sensually grinding my body, lifting me up and down, allowing me to feel how hard his dick was. Each time that he would softly slam me down, he would allow my body to linger there for a few seconds, making me feel how hard that dick was, only to guide me back up.
During the kiss, he tried to lower me back down onto the table, but I clung to him, not wanting him to let me go.
“Come on, bae. Let’s fuck,” I knew that was coming.
“Let’s just go to your house and do it. Your office is right above the inventory room. Everybody going to hear me,” I objected, looking at him like I wanted to, but was just too scared to commit.
“Stop saying my house. You live there too now. You gotta start saying our house. Oh, and them niggas in the inventory room are working. You know the music is loud in there. Nobody going to hear you but me,” he pried, placing me down on the desk, looking at me with a smile on his face because he knew he was going to get his way.
I’m brave, and will do a lot of things, but I’m so scared to fuck in public. The other night, me and Dolo got home late, and as if he couldn’t just wait until we got in the house, he just had to have a sample of pussy in the car, while we were in the garage.
Granted, the tint on Dolo’s windows were dark as hell, but I was still scared.
After much convincing, his ass got his way.
I haven’t mastered riding dick yet. He was still working with me in that department, so crawling over to his side of the car, getting in his lap, and riding wasn’t an option.
I mean, it was… but would it feel good to me, or him since I didn’t know what I was doing just yet?
Since that was the case, this man did however have me come over to his side, but he opened the door, stood outside of it, and I got my pussy beat down right there in the parking garage.
After I calmed down from my orgasmic high, I was so embarrassed, feeling like the whole world heard me. That’s exactly how I knew I was getting ready to feel tonight, as soon as he finished with me.
I was wearing tennis shoes. A pair of red Adidas Samba Jane’s that I was in love with. It was a sneaker, but it reminded you of a ballerina flat. I wore ‘no show’ socks with the shoes.
Dolo picked my right foot up, holding the shoe in his hand, and when he smiled, I knew he was going to compliment the sneaker.
“They look so pretty on your feet. These hard, baby,” he gave me his stamp of approval.
Dolo noticed everything about me. I could come around him with a new tank top, and he would notice it. The sneakers that I had on were new, so I wasn’t surprised that he was dishing out compliments.
He took the shoe off, followed by the sock.
I watched him as he placed the sock inside the shoe, and he put it down on the floor.
Once my right shoe was off, he took the left shoe off, along with the sock.
Next, his hands went for the buckle on the jeans that I was wearing.
This man was so skilled, that as he did that, he kept his eyes on me.
He got them unbuckled, unzipped, and like a pro, all he did was wrap his arm around my waist, cuffing me, so that he could lift me up, and with his free hand, he pulled my jeans, and panties down.
He sat me back down on his desk, removed my tank top, along with my bra, and here I was, sitting naked before him.
“Let me get a towel out of the restroom. I already know what I’m getting ready to have that pussy do,” he said.
I followed him with my eyes, watching him as he walked inside of the restroom that was in his office. He came out, holding two hand towels in his hands, and before coming back over to me, he went for the office door, making sure it was locked, and that’s when he made his way back over.
He lifted me for a second, just so he could place the towels on the desk, and then he sat me back down. I was already dripping wet, but when he pulled his shirt off, and I saw all those beautiful tattoos that filled his chest, and stomach, I promise my pussy started leaking for him even more.
I pulled my legs up, placing them on either side of me, watching the way his joggers were sagging, so you could see the Calvin Klein briefs that he had on, hugging his waist. His gun was resting right there on his waist too. He removed it and placed it on the table.
I kept my hands on the desk, putting them behind me, and I leaned back a little bit. So obsessed with the ink on him, I decided to pick my right foot up, and I dragged my big toe all over the ink. I stopped at the spot on his ribs, that was free of any ink.
“Can you put my name right there?” I casually asked him, looking in his eyes, wanting to see his reaction to my question.
When he smiled, and grabbed my ankle, so that he could kiss my leg, and my toes, I already knew that he was going to give in, and give me whatever I wanted, just like he always did.
“Bae, I’ll put that shit on my fuckin face. I’m in love. I’ll do whatever for you, and kill whoever for you,” he responded, and I believed his ass too.
He finished placing kisses on my toes and then sat my foot back down on the table.
When he slid his briefs, and joggers down, my smile matched his, seeing that big dick pop out. He came even closer to me, nasty as hell, putting his hands on the outer part of my thighs, keeping my legs open for him, and he sat that dick right on my pussy.
With his eyes on me, he leaned down, going for my right breast, kissing it, and then slowly sucking the nipple.
I was moaning and squirming now. While making love to my nipple with just his mouth, and holding my legs open, he slipped inside of me, pushing that dick all the way in, as if he was trying to make it come out of my throat.
I cracked, moans louder than they were before, looking down at him as he was fuckin me like this, just losing control.
“Ima step back. Keeps your hands on the desk, but lift your body up, and ease back and forth on my dick. Come on,” he ordered me, removing my nipple from his mouth.
He stepped back, just like he told me he would, but he only stepped back a little bit.
I lifted my body off the table, like he wanted me to, and like he requested, I started easing the lower part of my body in a back-and-forth position, having my pussy glide up, and down on his dick, and all I could do was moan from how good it was feeling.
I couldn’t even speak. Sentences weren’t being formed.
I was moaning like that was the only thing that I could say.
“That’s it right there, baby. Fuck, this pussy feel good. I taught you how to use that motha fucka,” he talked shit to me, which was his specialty. It wasn’t like he was wrong though. Before letting Dolo fuck me, I didn’t know shit about sex. He taught me everything.
“Hmmmmmmm….. Dominiqueeeee,” my eyes were closed, head was thrown back, having the time of my life on this dick.
“Lift your head back up and look at me baby. You know how I am about that shit. I gotta see you when that pussy start cumming,” he ordered me.
It took a while, but I lifted my head, looked him in his eyes, as I continued moving my body up, and down on that dick, and he started fuckin me back, making me feel that pressure in my stomach, so I sped up my movements a little bit.
I could feel my eyes get misty, and right there, I released a huge orgasm, that made me feel like I was pissing on myself.