The Gifted: A Short Treat

by Grey Huffington

During my examination I couldn’t suppress the sudden arousal that invaded my privacy and frequented as much as Kaizer did the office. Neither could I decided if it was the thick veins that ran along his large hands and neck or the way that his slacks hugged his… dick… that was directly related to the tension I felt between my legs. Or, maybe it was the small birthmark on the side of his face that was opposed to his natural skin tone.

“A little something something? Is that what you’re referring to your husband as these days?”

I admired the fact that she remained an individual even after finding her forever partner.

I love black men

inside out. The world wanted them to be everything but what they really were, resilient and strong.

A slight chuckle escaped my lips as I looked up at Kaizer, “Really? A box of rubbers?”

Haha

“Only if my Santa had some good dick to stuff inside of it,” I toyed, tossing my head backward in laughter.

“I’ve got that, too,” he responded with a straight face, “Only if you weren’t bluffing about that, too.” “Kaizer, I don’t bluff.”

“Then why are your shorts still hugging your pussy and your shirt is still covering your breast?” he questioned, our eyes never leaving one another’s.

He frfr

“You’ve been saying what you’ll do to this motherfucker for months. He’s right here and you look like you’re ready to run the other way.”

“Because I’ve been hoping you’d leave the firm and freelance for some time now, but you’re dragging your feet. I’ve been patient, but that little stunt you pulled in the elevator was the excuse I needed to put my desires to rest. Now, I’m done talking.”

I lowered myself until I was staring at her glistening pussy. Her lips were lubricated and her clit shined bright like a diamond.

I’d hit rock bottom, and I felt – bizarrely – safe. If I wasn’t careful, this shit would get me into some trouble. This was supposed to be her present, but I was the one who’d been gifted. I could get lost in gushiness like this for hours without coming up for air.

“Be easy. I think you split my shit in two.” “I’m going to kiss it and make it all better, soon,” I promised as I grabbed the second condom from her hand.

Mmmmmm

“Rain,” his deep baritone blared through the office. “You weren’t at work when we handed out presents. Here’s yours. I hope it is exactly what you wanted.”

P.S. Yes, Kaizer is the cousin of Jhalil Hanover. There’s something about that Hanover that I can’t shake.