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“Let me holla at you a little bit, privately.”
There was something about Dr. Cameron hanging around his woman that Emon didn’t like. He wasn’t jealous or worried; he just didn’t like it, and boy math told him that was his right. Emon thought maybe Dr. Cameron wasn’t getting the hint, or maybe his woman wasn’t making it clear that he was it, there’d be no other niggas as long as he had something to say about it. But something a lot more upsetting crossed his mind, maybe she was unsure about them. He shook that thought from his head and decided he was about to find out.
“Yes,” she asked as she led him away to a small closet down the hall giving them a little bit of privacy.
“What’s up with this nigga? Every time I come around he lingering around you like he got an itch he wanna scratch. You like him, love?” he asked quickly sucking the air out of the small closet drawing so close to her their chests touched. His cinnamon gum tickled her nose he was so close.
“No, never. Be serious,” she said with a slight chuckle thinking he couldn’t be serious. But the look on his face told her he was absolutely on bullshit, had to be.
“You sure about that?” he asked lightly playing with the soft skin near her panty line. The sensation tickled and she hissed. Her mind was going a mile a minute. She should’ve known he was on bullshit when he asked to speak privately.
“Not here, bae, please. I’m at work.”
“You don’t tell me what to do and you know that begging does something to me,” he said swirling his tongue on the side of her neck and lightly sucking. His hand was now completely in her pants gripping her bare ass cheek.
“I know, but not here,” she whimpered, but her body was saying something different—as it always did when he was around.
“You unsure about me?” he questioned not interested in a damn thing she had to say at the moment. Because even though he didn’t believe that to be possible he was going to be sure his love was sure.
“No.”
“I don’t know baby. I can’t tell with that nigga all in your face and you letting him stay there way too long if you ask me.” His hand had moved to the front and now rested lightly on her clit. She closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together as he smirked.
“Emon,” she breathed, “I told him I had a boyfriend.” That answer didn’t work for him either, he applied pressure to her bulb and gently massaged it with two fingers. Her eyes grew wide, and she squirmed in the palm of his hand literally. She was so wet her juices covered his hand. He couldn’t believe she had the nerve to tell him no, when she knew it was a hell yes. Her body couldn’t say no to him.
“Boyfriend?” He raised an eyebrow and applied a little pressure before allowing his fingers to dip in and out of her. “That all I am to you?”
Blake’s heart raced and her breath hitched. “What would you call it?”
“I’d call it forever, if you stopped playing and let me.” His lips brushed her ear and he continued to toy with her. Sliding his finger in and out slowly, then faster, then slow again. She struggled to keep her moans down to a low whimper. She felt like the nosey nurses were right outside the door listening wishing it was them.
“You haven’t made me a wife yet,” she said trying to be grown and smart. He smirked and bit her jawline, she moaned. Blake learned that she had a bite kink a few weeks ago and he hadn’t let up on using that knowledge to have her creaming in his hand since.
“Oh, you think this shit a game for me,” he asked through gritted teeth. She shook her head no, but it was too late to retreat and walk the cute shit back. “You gon stand on that.” Emon’s fingers picked up pace gliding in and out of her. His lips crashed into hers to muffle her moans. His fingers tapped danced all over her clit until her walls contracted letting him know she was on the verge of busting all on his hand.
“Emon.”
“Nah not yet, big dawg,” he breathed into her mouth. She whimpered as he applied a little more pressure. Her eyes begged for him to let her cum but as he watched her pant with tears rolling down her eyes he wasn’t sure she deserved it. He was going to teach her a lesson on playing with him.
It wasn’t until he heard muffled ‘baby please’ that Emon allowed his queen to soak his hand.
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