Updated: Oct 26, 2022
Just to let you in on what's coming! Get ready to meet Harlin & Tru... I couldn't help but to drop this sneak peek for you. This chapter is edited and copyrighted.
I crossed my arms and followed closely behind Tru. I knew he was getting ready to run his mouth, but I had yet to figure out about what. We walked until we made it to what looked like an office. He held the door open for me as I walked past him, taking in a waft of his cologne. I almost moaned aloud; I had to catch myself. I stood next to the desk, stationed in the middle of the room.
Tru walked over to the desk and leaned against it. I continued to watch his every move as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pre-rolled blunt. I started to roll my eyes when Tru spoke up.
“You keep doing that shit and those muthafuckas gon’ get stuck. Then I’m going to whoop niggas’ asses because they keep asking why my girl cross-eyed.”
I continued to roll my eyes and watch him as he brought the blunt to his mouth, taking his lighter out of his pocket to light it.
“You know you’re in a public place, right? You’re not supposed to be smoking in here.”
Tru pulled on the blunt and moved from where he had been leaning against the desk and stood directly in front of me. I dropped my hands to my side, unsure of what he was getting ready to do. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to mine. I ran my tongue across my lower lip as he released the smoke in my face and took a couple of steps back.
“You’re so childish sometimes. This is exactly why we’re not going to be together. So you won’t have to worry about telling people a damn thing.”
Tru looked unfazed, almost as if I hadn’t said a damn thing to him.
“I don’t even know why I followed you back here,” I mumbled to myself.
He still hadn’t said a word. I stepped around him and reached for the door to leave his ignorant ass right in there. I didn’t have to put up with this kind of shit. He was not my man, just someone I worked with. I continued to reason with myself as I twisted the knob, then his thick hands grip my waist, stopping my pursuit out of the room.
Tru pulled me back against his chest and leaned into the crook of my neck, stroking the tip of his nose against my chin. A slight chill ran up my spine, causing my eyes to close slightly. His scent was now a mixture of weed and cologne, but it was so intoxicating, I felt the seat of my panties soaking through.
I crossed my legs, hoping to keep my juices from sliding down my thighs. It only got worse as he placed light kisses against my jawline, then my neck. I inhaled deep, taking in the smoke from the blunt giving me a high that only made my pussy wetter.
“No more,” I whispered.
“Nah, we done when I say we’re done. You been talking shit since the moment you stepped in this bitch. Now spread yo’ legs, baby.”
My legs immediately spread at his request. It was as if I had no control over them. I tried to tell myself over and over that this wasn’t right, that I still had a boyfriend, but my body wasn’t hearing any of that. It was as if my body didn’t answer to me anymore, but Tru had full control.
“Good girl,” he groaned in my ear.
Tru leaned against the edge of the desk as he gripped my thigh, lifting my leg and placing it beside him. My skirt lifted, revealing my now soaked panties. If anyone walked by, they could look through the door window and see my pussy, but all I wanted was for him to release the pressure he had placed at my center.
Tru pulled on his blunt again, then ashed it against the side of the desk. His thick fingers moved slowly up my thighs to my center. I couldn’t stop moving even if I tried. The moment he got into my panties, I felt his dick hardening against my ass. The heavy rise and fall of his chest let me know he was hanging on by the same thread I was.
“Damn, baby, you soaked through these muthafuckas. You might as well come up out of these.”
Before I could respond, he ripped my panties until he held the torn material in his hands. I watched as he brought them to his nose, inhaling deep. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and across his bottom lip as his teeth replaced his tongue.
“You mine. Let me catch somebody else in this muthafucka and we gon’ have a problem,” he growled into my ear.
“Please,” I moaned.
Tru’s fingers returned to my sweet spot as he spread my lips, touching everywhere but where he needed to be. I continued to wither in his arms, hoping my movement would put him right where he needed to be. Tru’s fingers stopped moving completely. I knew he had figured out exactly what I was doing.
“Nah, who running shit in here?” he whispered against my ear.
“YOU,” I moaned.
“That’s what I thought. Now calm yo’ ass down before you bring somebody back here. Then I’m going to whoop somebody’s ass for seeing yo’ pussy,” he complained.
I nodded, letting him know I understood. I couldn’t get my mind to focus on a damn thing he said; all I wanted to do was cum. I didn’t care how he made it happen, but he needed to or I was going to handle it my-damn-self.
Tru placed his hand back against my sweet spot while the other hand gripped my face, turning my face to meet his own. He kissed me with so much passion and urgency as his finger found my bud, strumming a rhythm that had me screaming in his mouth. My orgasm was so intense, my knees gave out. I thought one orgasm was all he was going for—shit, it was all I felt my body could give after the last one. The tides of another orgasm raked through my body.
Involuntarily, my body shook as I slumped back against his chest, depleted of all my energy. Tru helped me place my leg back down on the ground, then turned me around to face him before slipping his soaked fingers into my mouth. I cleaned my sweet essence from his fingertips, and once I was finished, he leaned in, slipping his tongue into my mouth. While his other hand gripped my ass, pulling me closer.
Once he pulled back, his eyes were low. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the weed or the intense, heavy arousal I felt getting thicker against my stomach.
“Be ready to go when this is through. Now go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I’m taking these with me.”
He held up my torn panties and stuffed them into his pocket with a smirk.
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