Page 29 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

“You came in here with your thong on fire, then want me to pay your rent? You delusional. I’m not a trick.”

“I didn’t say you were a trick. You said I ain’t have to work. You said we was gon’ get married. You promised me a lifestyle I can’t maintain on my own. You’re fucking up my image with this.”

“So you’re broke. You ain’t save none of the money you stole from me? Thought you were smarter than that.”

She frowned. “I didn’t steal… You gave me access.”

“Too much access.”

“So now that you know I’m broke, can you please help me? I don’t want to go back to my parents.”

“You’re thirty-four, Milan.”

“I’m not asking to be back with you… just to not be on the damn street.”

I huffed. “You got two months left out of me.”

“That’s all I need.”

“And keep ya mouth closed. You too invested in shit that ain’t got nothing to do with you.”

She walked up and kissed me without asking.

“Your lil’ secret is safe with me… if I can get some of you one last time.”

I pushed her back. “Don’t blackmail me with dick. I’ll pay your rent directly. Now leave.”

She left with no last words.

I called my receptionist to tell Nia to come back in and to warm my food up. I needed a reset.

Nia came back in, didn’t speak on anything, and I was glad of that. I locked the door and moved on.

We finished our lunch, and I looked at the time.

“I only have thirty-five minutes left with you,” I told Nia.

She looked at me. “Well, let me give you a happy ending. Your energy came down after that lil’ meeting.”

I chuckled under my breath. “You can tell?”

She stood up, walked around my desk, and squatted in front of me.

“I pay attention to you. Of course, I can tell.”

She started undoing my belt and pants.

She pulled my dick out, slid my pants and boxers low, and started sucking me until I got hard. Once I was up, she started deep throating me while massaging my balls. I looked down at her and bit my lip. She looked too damn good serving me.

“You want me to go lower again?” she asked softly, stroking me.

I knew what she meant, and I let her. Her tongue trailed down my dick, past my balls, and stayed right there at my gooch. It only took a few swirls of her tongue in that one spot to send my hormones through the roof. I made her stand up and then lifted her onto the table.

“You know what that do to me,” I uttered, seductively.

She giggled. “I know.”

Damn, she my favorite eater, I thought.