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F*ck this girl was something else. I couldn’t stop staring at the picture she sent. I really did have a f*cking permanent hard on. It’s been two hours since she sent that picture. I really needed something to take the edge off. I was supposed to be doing research on a new potential client.
Hey, I need you
Davis: Okay, I’ll sneak past grumpy pants.
I chuckled. Dawson was grumpy, and I knew it had all to do with Isha. He didn’t like that she was going to Vegas. If we didn’t have back-to-back meetings with potential clients today, I was sure we’d be on our private plane on our way to Vegas too.
My door clicked open and then closed. I watched Davis walk towards my desk. I hastily undid my slacks.
“Bend over the desk,” I demanded.
He dropped his pants and underwear and did as I said. I opened my top drawer and took out a bottle of lube and a condom. I sheathed myself quickly, then lubed up my c*ck. I dribbled some between Davis’ perfect a*s cheeks. I grabbed my shaft and rubbed the tip of it up and down Davis’ crack before applying pressure on his a*shole.
“Relax for me baby.” I whispered into his ear as I leaned over his back. He always tenses up right before I pop in. He said he liked the pinch of pain. Once I got past that first ring of tight muscles, I slid in. I lubed my hand up and brought it around to his front. I gripped his d*ck and started working my hand up and down his length as I pushed in and out of his tight as f*ck a*s.
He was moaning and grunting as he pushed back onto me. I f*cking loved Davis’s a*s. No matter how hard I went, he took it all. My hips were snapping back and forth as I jerked him off. A loud growl came from him as he came all over my desk. I then let go of his d*ck and grabbed him by the hips. I brutally f*cked his ass in long hard strokes. The sound of skin slapping had my balls drawing up. I closed my eyes and pictured Isha’s t*ts, and I exploded in the condom. I slammed my pelvis against Davis’s a*s holding him there as my d*ck jerked.
I pulled out and smacked his a*s. He got up and bent to pick up his pants and fix himself. I sat back in my chair, satisfied as f*ck. He looked at me and smirked. I crooked a finger at him and he leaned down. I kissed him and then put my
forehead to his.
“Thank you,”
He kissed my forehead and signed ‘Your welcome’, then he left.
I took off the condom and threw it in the trash. I cleaned myself and my desk up and then fixed my pants. Afterward, I
turned to my computer and was finally able to concentrate.
An hour later I was done with the research and sending my findings to Dawson. I picked up my phone and was surprised
to see there was a text in our group chat.
A selfie of Isha with a woman that looked just like her but older and a white older woman that had the biggest grin on her face. So the first must be her mother and the older lady, her Nana. They were gorgeous.
Dawson: Three beautiful women right there.
Ford: Stunningly beautiful, all three of you.
Davis: I don’t think I’ve ever seen three such beauties in one place before. I’m jealous of all the men that get to see such
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a rare sight.
Look out Vegas, Three times the beauty, all the men are going to melt.
I wasn’t lying. I could see where Isha got her beauty from both of the women in her life. Isha’s dad and grandad were
some lucky men.
Our beautiful girl: My Nana and Mom are enchanted by the four of you. SMH you manage to do in one text what my ex
never could.
What’s that? I asked, eager to know
Our Beautiful girl: You made them smile, blush and act like young school girls. They like you all. He never got their
approval.
I felt smug as sh*t, and I knew the others felt the same.
The meetings came and went. We signed three contracts, and finally we were done for the day. I drove today, so as soon
as they were all in, I took off for our favorite restaurant.
“How are we going to do this with Isha?” I needed to know the game plan.
“I figured we should keep it light and flirtatious while she’s gone. Then, when she comes back, we start hitting her hard.
We can explain what we want after say three dates?” Dawson suggested.
“And what is it we want?” Ford asked.
“To have a woman to love and that loves us. To take care of her, cherish her and give her our protection,” I said.
I looked in the rearview and Davis was nodding.
“So, we’re all in agreement? She’s the one?” I asked.
“YES,” came all their replies. Even Davis voiced his without a single stutter.
I smiled, this was it. We were finally going to get what we’d been longing for. A complete family. Hopefully Isha wanted
that too.
Davis
F*ck my a*s hurt. Mic went so hard today, but I didn’t blame him. I was pent-up from Isha’s picture too. I knew Ford and Dawson had a hard time today also. I caught Ford checking his phone every ten minutes and twice he ran to the bathroom. Dawson kept himself locked in his office for an hour and I heard two groans. He was a very vocal m*sturbator. His office was next to mine and I heard him through the walls often.
While everyone was doing research or networking, I was looking up Isha’s ex. The f*cking prick hit her, and I was ready to
make his life miserable.
After talking to Aaron last night when Isha left. I found the b*stard’s name. Mic and I dragged all we could out of Aaron. I pulled up a PI I knew on my phone and hired him to follow Jason around and take pictures of him and Madilyn Montgomery. I knew it would take a couple of days, so I hacked into Jason’s work computer. I deleted appointments that looked important and added bogus client meetings to look at property. I also booked an actual meeting with him. Then I did what I hadn’t done in a long time. I started practicing tongue twisters. It was hard going. The purpose of this was to get my brain working right when it came to words that I wanted to speak. If I could master these, I could speak fine if I spoke slowly. My problem was that when I spoke my brain worked faster than I could get out the words and I couldn’t stop stuttering. But doing tongue twisters helped at least long enough to get my points across.
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I found that Jason had security cameras around his work property and inside his lobby, the main waiting area, and even in his office. I found some interesting footage from this morning. I downloaded the feed for later use. I watched previous footage from different days and on three separate occasions I also downloaded those videos.
Now in my room, hours after a delicious meal at Toki’s, a Japanese restaurant that we all loved, I pulled up Isha’s pictures again.
She had sent two more after the picture with her mom and grandmother. One where she was out eating lunch with them and then another in a purple one-piece. Her t*ts looked amazing in it. Someone took this picture for her. She was posed standing with a big floppy hat on, and she had one hand on top of her hat to hold it as her head was flown back, and she looked to be laughing. Her smile was big and radiant. She had big brown sunglasses on. I wish I could see her eyes. She had gorgeous light brown eyes. F*ck she was beautiful. I couldn’t wait until she was back.
I pulled up our schedule and was disappointed that it was full for the next week. I sighed. I loved being busy, it kept our minds off of the past and made the day go by faster, but right at this moment, I would give anything for a free couple of days, so we could fly to Vegas and surprise her.
A knock on my door had me looking and it opened. Mic and Ford were standing there.
“We can’t sleep. Want to cuddle?” Ford asked.
I nodded. We all had super-king-sized beds just for this purpose. They dove into my bed. Ford to my back and Mic at my
front. All of us were in our underwear. I held Mic as Ford held me. I felt Ford kiss my shoulder, and I kissed Mic’s. We all
sighed in contentment, and soon I was out.
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