Free Thug Matrimony by Wahida Clark

like Kaylin. She was about five seven, with carmel complexion and jet-black curly hair that was always cut short. Her eye shadow and lipstick always matched her blouse. Her small beady eyes smiled up at the couple.
    “Hi, Bobbi,” Angel said, taking the stack of messages she was handing to her.
    “Hi, Miss Angel. Mr. Santos.”
    “Hey, guys.” Dashae came over. She was their personal assistant. “Can I get you guys anything?” Dashae was almost six feet, dark as coal, smooth skin, and bright white teeth. Every day her locks were styled different. But today they hung past her shoulders.
    “No, we’re all right for now,” Kaylin responded as he continued looking over Angel’s shoulder as she separated the messages, making a pile for him, one for her, and putting the most urgent ones on top. Then there were those that he told her to arrange for a teleconference.
    Bobbi was busy handling the switchboard as they finally walked away. Kaylin was still holding on tight to Angel’s waist. He fished out his keys and unlocked his office door. As soon as they stepped inside he shut it and locked it.
    “Kaylin, don’t do this to me. You’re not fuckin’ with me no more like this, remember?”
    “I’m sorry, baby.” He was licking her neck, easing his hand down her skirt. “I miss you … I miss us,” he whispered and gently rubbed her clit, causing her to surrender.
    Back atop his chest, he began rubbing her stomach and planting firm but tender kisses on her neck.
    Angel let out a moan. Something she had not done since that day … the wedding day. But now his lips had her feeling and getting caught up in the moment, melting in his arms.
    “I love you, Red,” he mumbled as he began unbuttoning her blouse.
    His scent overtook her. The office smelled just like him. Where her color scheme was black and burgundy, his was black and forest green. Her knees got weak and that meant that it was time for her to go.
    She wiggled out of his embrace when she heard him lock the door. “Why am I in here? Why are you locking the door?” she snapped.
    Kaylin said, “I want to talk.”
    “Whatever, nigga. I bet you do.”
    Kaylin knew he was busted as he watched her hurry toward the door.
    “Hold up.” He grabbed her around the waist. With her back in his chest, he began….
    She tossed the lunch container and purse onto the sofa, barely missing. The messages rained all over the floor.
    Easing her bra over her nipple, he began playing with it, rolling it between his thumb and middle finger, just the way she liked it. Hearing the way she was moaning brought a sly grin to his face, letting him know that he was on point.
Got her!
Sliding his hand up her thigh, he used his knee to spread her legs while he began rubbing her pussy through her wet panties.
    “Baby,” she cooed as she wiggled her ass against his hard dick while grinding against his hand. He slipped two fingers inside her panties and began massaging her clit. The shit he was doing to her made her pussy so wet, her entire body began to jerk. And the harder he pressed her clit, the louder she squealed, telling him the better it felt.
    “Does this pussy still want Daddy?” he breathed in her ear, as she was on the verge of cumming.
    She couldn’t speak.
    “Whose is it?”
    “It’s … all yours, Papi.” She grunted y-yes as her juices squirted all over his hands.
    As she caught her breath Kaylin took this opportunity to ease off her blouse and toss it onto the couch. He pushed a stack of papers over on his desk, picked her up, and sat her on top, sliding off her panties at the same time. He unzipped his zipper and she slid his pants and boxers down. He unsnapped her bra, and before he could get the straps over her shoulders good, he was sucking and biting on her nipples.
    “Mmmmmmmmm,” Angel moaned as she gently pushed him back, squeezing and massaging his throbbing dick with both hands. She slid closer to the edge of the desk and roughly grabbed his ass and