Three weeks had passed since Ava left Damian's house. Life had begun to return to its usual pace, at least for her. Damian, however, had been engrossed in work. His grandfather's Dangote Group of companies left him little time to breathe, let alone think of anything—or anyone—outside his work.
That morning, as Damian sat buried in reports, the office door swung open abruptly.
"Ma!!" the secretary exclaimed, standing immediately. "Sir—Damian is in a meeting. You can't—"
Caroline ignored her completely, stepping in with confidence as if she owned the place. She leaned casually against Damian's desk, smirking. "I don't need an appointment. I know where he is. Thank you very much."
The secretary flushed red. "Ma'am, it's office protocol. You can't just walk in like you owned the place, ma, this is an office."
Caroline raised her voice. "Darling, did you just talk to me in that manner? In this office or this country, rules don't apply to people like me. So don't ever lecture me on rules. Next time you do, I will tear that skanky wig from your scalp, so don't ever try to stop me next time." She gave the secretary a death stare before turning her attention to Damian.
Damian looked up from his reports, tired but annoyed at Caroline barging in like she owned the place. Always acting high and mighty. He didn't like the way she spoke to Wendy, his secretary, but he wasn't in the mood to step in. He knew why she never left, despite all his shenanigans and the womanizing headlines in the media. She'd get upset, throw a tantrum, then hush back. She wanted to tie him down… like marry him. Lol, delusional. And damn, he couldn't control his manhood around a fine-ass chick. That thought made him smirk. Maybe he needed sexual therapy to calm these urges. He hoped the doctor. He hoped the doctor in charge of his "therapy" would be fine—big boobs, tight curves, the whole package. Damn… he was sick.
"Why are you here, Caroline? You know exactly why you're here," Damian said, his voice even, attempting to reclaim some measure of authority over the situation.
Caroline tilted her head, letting her lips curve into a playful smile. "Do I? Or do I just know I like being here?" Her voice was low, soft, teasing—the kind of voice that makes low-self-esteem men go crazy. Damian's jaw tightened. Again. Every time she showed up… it was like walking on knives. Why did she have to do this?
He tried. Really tried. Told himself to remember the betrayal, the lies hiding under that perfect face. But he couldn't control himself around pretty things with a hole between their legs—like they held some kind of key to him. Her scent… the way she moved… he couldn't. Bone-deep tired from work, drained, and damn it… control? Gone.
Caroline got closer, her hand resting on the desk. "You've been working too hard," she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. God… that scent. Damn, that passionate kiss perfume. This woman will be the death of him. She knows full well that this scent turns him googaga. And… impossible to ignore.
Damian was stressed. Hell, he deserved a sweet treat. Stress from the office, the projects, the endless responsibilities… all could wait. Her big boobs, smooth skin… he wants nothing more than to suck her big nipples
She closed the distance further, her eyes locking with his.
"You can't deny it," she whispered, her hand grazing his shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine. "You can't wait fuck me, I can see it in your eyes. You like this.
Damian's gaze lingered on her lips as she leaned in slowly, teasing, testing, daring him to respond. The first kiss was gentle, to tease him, to test him, to know if her charms were working. Caroline's fingers traced the edge of his tie, drifting to his hand, holding, coaxing, touching without asking permission.
Their lips met again, slower this time, longer, lingering, tasting, testing. Damian could taste her mint flavor on her tongue.
His hand hovered on her back, half-resisting, half-daring himself to give in. His soul screamed "run," but his body—and his manhood—failed. How could he let that meaty ass leave without plunging himself deep inside her?
He is nothing but a man who has blood running through his veins just for today; he can have this pussy today, no harm in that.
I don't have a choice," Damian said. He needs to get laid.
He tenderly pushed her upper body forward so that he could draw down the zipper on her dress. He pulled it off her shoulders and down to her waist. She stayed in place, not objecting, as he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.
Caroline's nipples were hard, aching for him to return his hands to them. He grazed his palms over them, lightly bounced her breasts. He kissed her on the top of her head again.
"Oh, Damien, I missed you.
She looks like a plastic Barbie, but he doesn't mind. Anything to get his shaft plunged somewhere beside she wanted this, so why can't he give it to her?
He spun her around. He grasped her hands, lifted her up, and laid her back on the desk. She lay back and closed her eyes, felt him lift the bottom of her dress to her waist, ease her pantyhose down and off her legs.
Damian sat on the chair. He spread and lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders. He teased his fingers over her thighs, her labia. She shivered. He smiled, dipped his head, and began licking her wet coochie.
Caroline raised her shoulders off the desk and craned her neck to look down her body at him. She loved to watch her men bury their faces in her crotch. Her focus group of lovers assured her she had a sweet-smelling and tasting coochie. Her clit was super sensitive. She could have multiple orgasms with proper attention from a man's lips and tongue.
Damian was a master. That's why she always comes back.
He kissed her crotch, her vibrating p**sy lips, her twitching clit. She had no trouble speaking at that moment. He brought her off quickly. She quivered with joy. She lay back on the desk and gave Damian an order; she loves to control her lovers.
"Bang me, Damian. Stick your d**k in me and bang me good and proper."
He shoved the chair away, stood between Caroline's legs, loosened his pants and wiggled them and his briefs down his legs. Her coochie was wet from her cum, and his shaft slid smoothly into her. She wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him close, filling her snatch with his hard member.
Damian moved slowly in and out of her. She closed her eyes and rolled her head side to side. He leaned forward, rested his hands on her sides, and nibbled her nipples as he picked up the pace.
"Oh, god, Damian. That feels so good. I love your cock in my coochie. You like it too, don't you? You're not just banging me because you think you should, l love you, Damian. I want you back
You can't deny you love me, Damian," Caroline whispered, her voice low and teasing, brushing against his ear. "Plea,,,,,se ugh answer me."
Damian groaned softly, leaning back just enough to create space. "Caroline… enough with the questions, enough with the whining. Let's just… get this over with, before my cock goes limp from your constant talking."
He was pounding her pretty hard and deep now. She shimmied down on the desk so she could wrap her fingers around the edge, bracing herself for his thrusts into her.
The office felt smaller with the heat between them, their movements rocking the desk. Suddenly, the telephone crashed to the floor, its cord tangling beneath the desk.
Damian froze for a moment, then ran a hand over his face. "Uh… Wendy," he called to his secretary, his voice calm but slightly strained, "the phone… it just got jarred loose. You can disconnect the line for now."
Wendy, standing frozen near the doorway, blinked, trying not to react to the scene unfolding in front of her. Damian exhaled and shook his head, barely suppressing a sigh. "Just… handle it, please. And maybe… give me a little space, or you want to keep watching your boss bang a chick."
Caroline smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face, her lips dangerously close to his ear. Damian felt the heat of her body, and he gushed over how wet and turned on Caroline is.
Damien smiled broadly. He hadn't slowed the pace and was nearing release. He arched his eyebrows: You ready? She nodded her head: Give it to me. He moaned, groaned, grunted, and fired his seed into her p**sy.
When their breathing reached resting levels, he helped her off the desk and started to rearrange her dress. But she fell to her knees and clutched his semi-hard cock in her hand. She licked the shaft up, down, and around. She kissed his sagging balls. He grew hard again.
Since she'd first done it back in college, she'd enjoyed sucking a man's rod after he'd pound her. She savored the taste of his seed and her juice. She liked the feeling of having the cock that had just unloaded in her snatch probing her mouth.
Damien grabbed the sides of her head. He was no stranger to quick turnarounds; with Caroline, you had to be ready for anything at a moment's notice. She held his cock firmly between her lips. She felt the tip explore the opening of her throat.
Damien had the nicest shaft she'd ever sucked. She relished the length, the girth, the shape. He was long and stiff as steel. He possessed stamina and fantastic recovery. It took several minutes before she felt his nuts contract in her hand, his shaft begin to throb.
"Oh, Christ, Caroline," he hissed. "I'm gonna come. I'm f**king gonna come."
She sucked him harder, faster, encouraging him to fill her mouth with jism. Which he did. She swirled it around with her tongue and then gulped it down her throat. Safe and warm in her tummy.
When they were done, Caroline straightened her blouse, smoothed her hair, and gave Damian a slow, sultry smile.
"See you at home, boo," she purred, strolling confidently toward the door, hips swaying with deliberate.
Damian watched her leave, his muscles aches, a mix of irritation and reluctant admiration in his eyes.
As she passed the secretary, Caroline paused, her smile turning sharp, almost predatory. "And you, Wendy… be careful. Don't get in my way, or else."
Wendy's eyes widened, fear was evident on her face, while Caroline gave a final wink before disappearing down the hall.
Damian exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. He straightened his tie, returned to his desk, and picked up the now-stable telephone. Work awaited him, her scent, her presence… it was everywhere, messy, loud, like a storm he couldn't fight. But he really enjoyed himself. This was the fun of being a man—getting to enjoy hot chicks like this. Just like that crazy, drunk girl he took home. She was different, though… he didn't know why.