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  “Who do you think you are?” I demanded, wanting an explanation of why she acted so superior.

  "You walk around my company, shaking your big booty all over my office and my building?"

  I saw her blink angrily at my question.

  "Now wait just a minute Mr. Car---"

  I didn’t let her finish. I crushed my lips to hers, drowning out her response. Her lips were soft and full, causing desire to course through my veins as I plunged my tongue into her mouth. She responded, kissing me back fervently, entangling her tongue with mine passionately. I grabbed and squeezed that ass and pulled her firmly against me, desperately wanting to be inside her, right there and then. A warning light went on in my mind for a split second, causing me to pull away abruptly.

  “Fuck,” I cursed, turning away from her. What the hell was I doing, making a move on my employee? The repercussions of what I was about to do would be far-reaching and permanent.

  She came up behind me as I wrestled with how I should proceed.

  "Who the hell do you think you are, Mr. Carter?” she shouted. ”You think you can just treat me like garbage all the time just because I work for you, then kiss me as if it’s part of my job?"

  What the hell? Didn’t she just kiss me back and probe her tongue in my mouth? Decision made, I was going to fuck her right this minute and get her out of my system; fuck the consequences.

  I turned around and drove her backwards, kissing her ardently, while lifting her onto the conference table. I was hungry for her and wanted her more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. With my hands on her delectable ass, I sucked on her tongue, mimicking how I was going to fuck her on that table.

  She placed her hands around my neck, digging her fingers into my hair and pulling me to her. I unzipped her skirt with her raising her ass so I could slip it down, then unbuttoned her blouse. She reached for my tie and shirt, removing them quickly and throwing them on a nearby chair. She ran her hands over my body and I heard an audible gasp as she felt the toned ridges of my muscular build. All women reacted that way when they saw my body and evidently she was no different. I pulled her forwards, bringing her sex into contact with my straining groin and I could tell she was panting for it.

  "What color is your pussy?” I whispered against her lips, desperate to see it for the first time.

  "Black," she whispered back. Fuck. I wanted my mouth on it immediately.

  "I want to taste it," I replied while pushing her to lie back on the conference table.

  I slipped the back of my forefinger inside her pretty little panties through the side and stroked it gently over her smooth lips, ready and moist for my cock. As I rubbed her clit gently, I saw her bite her lip, trying to contain her arousal. I couldn’t wait any longer; I just had to see it. I pulled her panties aside and what lay before me had me close to losing my mind. I saw the prettiest, little chocolate cunt with a deliciously plump clit just waiting for me to taste it.

  I cursed then covered her pretty little cunt with my lips, licking and sucking her hungrily. Tasting her pussy had my cock ready to burst any second with arousal. She was writhing and groaned erotically and I knew watching me eating her out was driving her wild as she arched and gasped sensuously. Just seeing her reaction was going to make me come; I had to stop. I wanted to fuck and come inside her, not in my pants.

  I stood up and quickly pulled her panties down her legs.

  "I can’t believe this pussy has been this close to me all this time", I said, more to myself as I disentangled her panties from her heels and quickly placed them in my pocket; I’d keep these if she didn’t notice.

  Seeing her bare, waxed pussy; dark and glistening with moisture from my lips had me wanting to taste it again and I placed her legs over my shoulders, lifting and spreading her thighs to gain unrestricted access. I placed my lips around her large clit and gently pulled it and licked it, causing her to cry out and gasp with pleasure. I spread her thighs wider, lifting her ass up and plunged my stiffened tongue into her sex, tongue fucking her rhythmically.

  She grabbed my hair, almost painfully and pushed me firmly onto her sex, circling her hips deliciously.

  The tits; I had to touch those breasts I’d only dreamt about. I pulled her up to sit, kissing her passionately.

  "I want to see your nipples," I demanded, letting her taste herself on my lips.

  I quickly unclasped her bra and her breasts sprung free. They were the most gorgeous breasts I’d ever seen. I ran my hands over them. Yes; definitely real, with a natural hang to them and upturned nipples just waiting to be licked. I traced my fingers over the mounds; they were like chocolate cupcakes topped with a single Hershey’s Kiss.

  "Look at the contrast," I whispered, tracing my thumbs around her nipples. I never realized before how pale my hands were, until I was exploring her dark nipples; it was painfully arousing; I had to fight hard to stop my hands from trembling.

  She gave me a seductive look as I lowered my head to trail my tongue over them.

  "You are a little temptress, do you know that?" I asked her, flicking my tongue over her dark, stiffened nipples.

  She threw her head back, groaning with pleasure as I flicked them with my moist tongue. I gently pulled one nipple between my lips and sucked it, then released it, tracing my tongue to the other side to do the same. She was groaning erotically and used her leg to pull me close to her bare sex, thrusting suggestively against me.

  "If I’m a little temptress, what are you going to do about it?”

  I looked up at her and saw the erotic challenge in her eyes. She wanted me to fuck her. Who was I to deny the delicious Miss. Williams what she wanted? I kissed her lips while opening the closure of my pants as rapidly as possible. I quickly pushed down my boxers and brought my cock out, stiff and ready.

  She paused from kissing me and looked down at my hard cock; she wanted to see it and I wanted her to see it. Her eyes widened and I saw a look of delight on her face as she gasped audibly and kissed me erotically, entangling her tongue with mine, pulling me closer to her. I couldn’t help smiling at her reaction as we kissed; Yes, I had a big dick, and most women appreciated it.

  I couldn’t wait any longer; my pants were low on my hips and I pulled a condom out of my pocket, tore it open and rolled it onto my rigid manhood. When I was ready, I placed my hands on her breasts, wanting to feel them one more time before I turn her over and fucked her on this table. She hadn’t showed me that round ass that started all this trouble yet. She put her leg up against the back of my thigh and pulled me towards her.

  "That’s not how I’m taking you," I said to her, my voice low and needy.

  I pulled her onto her feet then quickly turned her around and bent her over the conference table.

  "I want to fuck you with this juicy ass in my face,” I said huskily, then I spread her thighs wide. I could see her pussy from the back and swiftly drove my cock hard into her sex.

  She was wet and tight; her cunt gripping my cock firmly. Shit. I was going to come in seconds if I didn’t bring myself under control before I started to move. I needed a long moment as I panted hard fighting against the primal need to fuck. Without warning, Lena began to move her ass deliciously, sliding herself on and off my cock. The sight of that fat ass moving sinfully on my dick was more than I could take.

  Fuck, Lena,” I groaned through gritted teeth and I began to fuck her hard. I slammed relentlessly, that juicy ass jiggling and shaking with every thrust. I grabbed it and stroked it, trying hard to control it, but it had a mind of its own.

  Oh, shit,” she cried as I felt her tight, plush pussy clutching around my dick.

  I slammed hard, feeling my balls drawing up tight getting ready to blow. I could no longer prolong it. I knew I couldn’t last longer watching her ass as she rode me hard, meeting every one of my thrusts with a roll of her hips. I had to plead with her to have mercy on me.

  "Lena, slow down, fuck... I can’t---" I begged, but she cut me off.

 
"---Yes you can," she gasped, moving faster and harder, her pussy tightening and pulling me rhythmically each time I pulled back to thrust again.

  I was undone; a few hard thrusts later, I came harder than I ever had in my life, gripping her ass firmly and crying out as the orgasm jolted me. My orgasm ignited hers and she came hard, crying out, her pussy gripping my cock firmly inside her.

  I collapsed onto her back, unable to stand upright for several moments while I tried to catch my breath. It was spectacular. I’d seen it all, but I couldn’t recall ever having that kind of sexual chemistry with any other woman in my life. My chest and her back were slick with sweat but I didn’t care. This was an experience of a lifetime and I had to do it again tonight with her.

  As our breathing evened out, I felt her stiffen slightly. I rose and helped her get up, then turned her to face me. I had to tell her how amazing she was and kiss her, then fuck again. I wanted this more than anything; once wasn’t enough. After the way she’d reacted to my body and the sex we had, I just knew that she’d be willing.

  She was standing there, her entire delectable body completely naked except for the heels. Her hair was wild and her lips swollen from all our kissing. She looked magnificent and my dick was already twitching for round two. This time, I’d sit in my conference chair and let her ride me; I wanted to see those chocolate breasts bouncing close to my lips.

  When she looked up at me, I was surprised to see a look of horror on her face. What’s this? I thought perplexed. She gave me a furious glare and before I could react, she smashed her hand hard across my face.

  What the actual fuck? Automatically, I raised my hand to my burning cheek, wondering what the hell just happened. Even more confusing, was my dick hardening instantly in response to her clap, my heart beating fast from an adrenaline rush.

  She turned away from me and began to riffle through her clothes, rapidly dressing. After standing there for a moment in absolute shock, I pulled my pants up and secured my belt, completely confused by what had just happened. Damn. She’s mad at me. I leaned over the conference table with my palms flat, wondering what to make of her reaction. Did I read wrong that she wanted this? Hadn’t she kissed me back? Yes; she’d wanted it as much as I did. She’d moved her ass on my dick as I fucked her. From the corner of my eye, I saw her securing her clothing, then flit around the room collecting her belongings. What could I say to her to make this right?

  Before I could turn to her, I heard her shut her laptop, grab her purse and leave the room, shutting the door behind her. She was gone.

  Chapter Six

  I pulled out a chair and sat down facing the table, resting my head on my hands.

  “Damn it!” I said out loud. Of all the crazy sexual encounters I’d ever had, I could confidently say I’d never been beaten up after sex in my life. Usually they were purring with satisfaction or begging for more. Lena had looked murderous. And worse still, her clap had left me aroused; even sitting here nursing its sting, I wanted her more than ever.

  I pulled on my shirt and buttoned it without tucking it in then grabbed my tie. I looked around the room to make sure all evidence of our encounter was cleared while I stuffed the used condom in its empty foil packet and put it in my pocket. That’s when I realized I still had her panties; she’d left without them. I took them out and looked at them in my hand. A disbelieving snort escaped me. I’d fucked Lena Williams. Of all my conquests, that was the ultimate, most prized ever. And you know what? I told myself; it was worth the beating I got. Shit, Mason had been right when he said black women will fuck you up. I’d had upset women pummel weak fists on my chest before, usually when I was breaking up with them. But Lena Williams hit me after the most pleasurable sex ever. This was definitely new.

  As I drove home, I considered the possible ramifications of our encounter. Since she’d hit me, I had to consider that technically, my move on her could be classified as sexual harassment. There was a strong possibility that she might launch a law suit against me; after all, I was rich, right? Fuck. I should have thought of this beforehand.

  I smiled to myself as I dismissed the idea that the threat of a lawsuit might have stopped me. She was worth every friggin’ penny of whatever she demands, I thought to myself as I drove into my basement parking.

  My penthouse was the premier suite in the Regent Oriental Hotel and Suites in Buckhead, an exclusive area of Atlanta, Georgia. I’d moved here a year ago, having secured the penthouse after outbidding a top award winning musician. It was the perfect place for my “lock up and go” lifestyle. Before I got this place, I was living in Midtown and before that I was living in a ridiculous mansion with my ex-fiancée, Ashley Maddock. The minute she began talking about marriage, she and my mother set about house shopping and chose a mansion far too large for the two of us. Neither of us wanted children any time soon and I worked late every night, trying to drive the company. Sadly, this left Ashley often lonely at home, with the household staff to cater to her every need. That’s how she’d been raised, like a princess; with everybody at her beck and call.

  After a year living together, she decided to leave to go back to Texas, unable to take my regular absences any more. I felt terrible that I hadn’t given her what she needed. I followed her to her apartment in Dallas intending to surprise her and woo her back.

  When I knocked on her door, a man with just a towel around his waist had answered and she was behind him, hiding from me. I remember I’d smiled at the man and handed him the flowers I’d brought her then left, feeling an odd sense of relief that it was over.

  When I spoke to her after that incident, she’d wanted me to fight for her; I didn’t have it in me. It was my ticket out and we agreed to separate quietly. I only returned to our home to get my things and moved to a condo in Midtown until the penthouse came on the market. I gifted Ashley the house to do with as she pleased and she never responded and to this day, I still had no idea what to do with it. It sat empty with a maintenance crew looking after it.

  When I was getting into bed later, I thought about what’d happened that evening between me and Miss. Lena Williams. I made the decision to act normal until she made the first move. It was likely a lawyer’s letter - probably from dick slayer attorney Gladys Allgreen - would arrive within the next few days; I wasn’t sure. I doubted she’d go public though. She didn’t seem like someone who would want something like this all over the media. With women it always boiled down to money. In my personal experience, every woman was a potential prostitute; the richer the guy, the bigger the lawsuit. I’d handle it when it came.

  The next day, I woke up early to go for my weight training session. I pointedly avoided Mrs. Epstein and another over-friendly bored wife of a real estate developer who was giving me a come-hither look, working out close to me to try and attract my attention. I kept my headphones firmly in my ears and pointed to them when she tried to talk, indicating I couldn’t hear her above the music.

  It was Tuesday and we had the weekly meeting with the account executives. Miss Lena Williams would be in this meeting. A fleeting idea that perhaps I could give it a miss passed through my thoughts but I dismissed it immediately. I wasn’t going to be run out of my business by any woman. Besides, I needed to gauge how she was thinking. I wasn’t going to give her any special treatment just because she’d given me the most spectacular orgasm ever. In fact, I was going to maintain high expectations on her performance at work. I still couldn’t understand why she hit me; although perhaps deep down I might have deserved it with the pressure I’d put her under lately. Or perhaps she had a man in her life? The thought had my chest tightening with an unfamiliar feeling. I couldn’t place it; but it was similar to something I’d felt in my teens when another guy started dating a girl I had my eye on. Was it jealousy? I snorted, dismissing the theory immediately, shaking my head in disgust. Why would I be jealous if she had a boyfriend? I couldn’t care less. I’d fucked her and that’s all I’d wanted. She’d been taunting me for weeks, then last nig
ht I had an opportunity and I took it. And I’d do it again given half the chance.

  When I arrived at work, I took time to make a few important calls before going to chair the meeting. Just after 9.00am, I grabbed my leather folder with notes from the previous meeting prepared by the ever efficient Janice and headed to the conference room.

  Jack had already begun before my arrival, but vacated his chair for me and graciously brought me up to speed with pertinent information, before I asked for individual reports on the prospects the account executives were working on. I dared not glance directly at Lena Williams. I could sense her, at my far right hand side and I kept my gaze firmly averted from that area of the room. Her presence was always so distracting and I had to redirect my thoughts before I became an even bigger fool than I’d been.

  I managed to focus on the work at hand, letting each executive discuss their prospects while making corrections and adjustments as needed. I had great people in my department and had been involved in hand-picking many of them. We had diversity and great chemistry as a team; I was truly proud of the work they were doing.

  As I was finishing up with one of the account executives called Thomas, I began to feel a slight discomfort. Soon it would be Lena and her sultry voice would ring across the room, headed straight for my groin in front of all these people. I had to play it cool and keep it formal.

  “Miss Williams,” I said, looking at her for the first time that morning. “Let’s hear your progress.”

  She appeared bewildered for a moment, a frown marring her forehead. I watched as an easy-going mask slipped into place and she sat up straighter and cleared her throat.

  "I have some great news," she began, confidently. "The First Banking Trust is ready to partner with us to manage their unit trusts."

  Why change an ingrained habit? I interrupted her rudely.