Page 6 of Big Bad Wolf: B.B.W

Elodie had the most iridescent brown skin that I had ever seen. Well, that was a lie. I’d only seen that level of radiance on one other person, Mrs. Eleanor Leventis. Even on the days when my mother was her sickest, her skin always glowed. God, I miss my mother.

“Oh, you’re coming in the office Monday?”

I wasn’t sure why she was surprised by that when I told them that I would be in the office.

“You know Sherrie is not happy about you taking her office.” She tried hard to stifle her cute ass giggle, but the giggle had a mind of its own.

Before I knew it, I’d peeked over my shoulder to see a very pissed Sherrie with her daggers set on me and Elodie. When I turned back to Elodie, her ass let out a bellow of a laugh.

“You know you not shit for that? How the hell am I taking her office when I own the damn building?”

“You’re right. You do own the building,” she said with a snicker before her back straightened.

“So, Mister Building Owner, what does a girl have to do to get a bigger office? I don’t need one as big as your new office.

” She side eyed me before she continued.

“I just think I deserve a bigger office to fit the flowers you gave me.”

I saw what she did there. “We can have that conversation later. Right now, I want to know more about you. Let’s have a seat.”

When I extended my hand for her to take, she glanced down at it for a beat before she took it. Her soft ass hand. We walked toward the booth that I’d occupied all night. The fact that Sherrie’s ass still sat there like she belonged threw me. “Sherrie, do you mind?”

Her finger poked her chest. “You want me to move? Really?”

“Let’s not make this awkward. I sat here alone well before you arrived. You came over uninvited to monopolize my time. It was and is unwanted. I am asking you to move around.” My tone held a certain level of professionalism that she didn’t deserve, but I’d digressed for now.

She tittered before she sloppily slid out of the booth.

I closed my eyes at the realization that this woman’s skirt was lifted above her bare ass.

Elodie’s hand squeezed mine. When my eyes opened, Sherrie’s skirt was in its rightful place.

She glared at us before she stomped to another booth where others from the firm were.

Elodie held her free hand up and got the waitress’s attention. “Hey, do you mind disinfecting the booth seat here before we sit down?”

When my hand squeezed hers, she snapped her neck in my direction.

“What! I know you saw that lady on that seat with her raw coochie. I don’t know what kind of bacteria she might have. That shit might seep through the material of my body suit.”

The fuck! My head fell back to let out an explosive laugh.

This woman was funny as hell. What made her funnier was that she wasn’t trying to be.

She was dead ass serious. We stood there while the waitress wiped down the booth seat.

The fire that came from Sherrie’s eyes was hot as hell.

I wrapped my arm around Elodie’s thick waist, pulled her to me, then put my lips to her ear.

“You got ya homegirl upset.”

Her tight eyes looked up at me. “You think I care? The first thing that you might want to get to know about me is that I don’t have a budget line for fucks to give. They’re a frivolously expensive purchase that I care not to partake in.”

I lifted my hands in surrender. “My bad. I like that shit though.”

The waitress stood by while Elodie and I slid in the booth. We both gave her our drink and food order before she left us.

“Can I ask you a question?” Elodie blurted, then showed me the palms of her hands. “I’m not trying to be offensive.”

From her last statement, I knew whatever the question was would be something that most would be offended by. People didn’t warn others about innocent things.

“I’m not easily offended, love. You’re good.”

“Okay. That is good to know and could possibly take us far. Your vernacular surprises me. Based on what I know about you from your owner’s bio, you were born and raised in Greece.

” She tilted her head to the side. “Why do you sound like a nigga? Do all the melanated people over there sound like black, country Americans?”

My brows kissed in the middle. I held in my laughter because she was dead ass serious. The waitress came over and set our drink down before she told us that our food would be out soon. After I took a sip of my drink that was perfectly made, I gave my attention back to Elodie.

“To answer your question, no. All melanated people over there don’t sound like me. If you know my bio, then you know my mother was a black woman from Florida. Yes, I was born and raised primarily in Greece, but I spent 40 percent of my time in Florida with my mother’s family.”

Her hand slapped my shoulder. Damn, that hand isn’t as soft as I thought it was.

“That makes so much sense now. You’re like a Florida boy! I had a thing for them in college.” When she fanned herself, I wanted to fuck every Florida boy up. “Florida boys are different.”

“Don’t get Florida boys fucked up, Elodie,” I jested. “I don’t like to show my nigga, but I will.”

Nigga was a word that I rarely used when I wasn’t around my cousins on my mother’s side. I assumed that the Native American population didn’t take kindly to the word; however, the diversity of the mixed genes made it more acceptable for some people.

She tittered. “Whatever, Orion. What made you want to move here to North Carolina of all places? You could have gone to LA, Texas, or New York. I’m sure those places would have been more entertaining.”

“Perhaps you’re right, but I wanted to put closer eyes on this branch. The best way to do that was to be here,” I told her.

That wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the ultimate reason either. I couldn’t tell her that I had a centaur beast whose existence needed to be protected. What better way to hide a beast than in a pack of beasts?

“Also, once I saw you, I knew I wanted to be here.”

Her body turned toward me. It was like we were in a world of our own. All the other people were drowned out by our want for each other.

“Orion, I’m not one of them. You can’t talk smoothly and think that I’m going to go back and forth in an everlasting sexual banter. Say what you want, and mean what you say.”

This shit was the sexiest shit ever.

“Damn, okay. I want you. Right now, I want to fuck, but if what I feel about you is right, it could be for something deeper.” My arm wrapped around her waist to pull her into me. “How is that for saying what I want?”

Our stares were locked and intense on each other. We heard the waitress when she set the food down, but neither of us broke our stares. The silent conversation was loud as hell.

“I think that will do,” Elodie responded. “I think I want to fuck you too, but I don’t want any office problems.” Our stare was broken when she glanced around the lounge. “We have an audience, Mr. Leventis, and your groupie bought the VIP tickets.”

I shook my head when I saw Sherrie’s attention locked on us. She was at a booth full of people who were socializing. Her back was to them, one leg crossed over the other, a drink in her hands, and her eyes on me and Elodie.

“I don’t give a damn about other people. Office problems are not a thing because we don’t have a no fraternization policy, and I’m the owner. You’re about to fuck with the man that has the power and authority to make the decisions, policies, and change.”

The mischievous glint that danced in her eyes made my dick hard. She moved her lips to mine and allowed them to hover as she spoke.

“Well, when can we get to the fucking part of the night?”

Say fucking less!

“Sir, who are you fucking with that!” Elodie slid her body up the bed in the hotel room that I booked. “Orion, what the fuck!”

I dropped my head. That was exactly why I ate the fuck out of her pussy before we got to this part. She wanted to suck my dick, but I convinced her that I wanted to please her. Yeah, I didn’t want her to see how big my damn dick was.

“Elodie, baby, I’m a fuckin’ . . . Greek nigga.”

I caught myself! I almost spilled and told her about my beast. That was the curse that came with being a centaur. At least it was with human women. My dick was nine inches on soft. When I was fully aroused, it was close to thirteen. The girth was another issue, but I couldn’t help what I was given.

“So, Greek niggas are hung like that?”

Her eyes were wide. After a second, she slid toward me. You would have thought my dick would be soft by now, but nope. I still wanted her ass more than anything. When her hand partially wrapped around my dick, it jumped.

“Oh my!”

When she giggled, I shook my head. “You got that big muthafucka in your hand. What you plan to do with it? This isn’t show and tell, Elodie. It needs a mouth, pussy, or ass on it.”

Yeah, all this was cute and shit, but I was a grown ass man with a big ass dick.

She gawked up at me for a beat before she kissed the tip of my dick.

She held my eyes without flinching as she took me into her mouth as much as she could.

She took in a good six or seven inches if I had to measure.

The whole back part of my dick felt the breeze from the room air, but that was another?—

“Oh, fuck! Elodie, damn!”

Yeah, I talked shit way too early. She might have only had six or seven inches in her mouth, but she was sucking the hell out of it. I would let her cook, or should I say suck? My hand grabbed the top of her bun.

“I’m not going to choke you with my shit. We’re going to take this inch by inch, bit by bit, love. You gotta learn how to take this dick.”

She gave me a sexy nod. I held her head in place and pumped into her mouth slowly but with intent.

After a few pumps to where she had previously sucked up to, I went a little deeper.

Okay, she didn’t gag. I kept the pumps there for a beat before I went a little deeper.

When she didn’t gag, I reached down and pinched her nipple which caused her to tremble.

“Good girl. Let’s see if we can get it deeper down your throat.”

She did well until we got around that tenth inch.

That was all she could take for now. I was satisfied because even though she couldn’t get all of me in her throat, what she did get in there she sucked with vigor.

I pulled out of her mouth, bent my body, then slammed my lips into hers.

By the end of our kiss, my body was on top of her in between her legs.

“Um, so do we need to get like one of those small bathroom trash bags to use as a condom?” Elodie asked with a concerned expression.

She’s serious!

I kissed her lips to stop my chuckle. “No, silly ass girl. I have condoms.”

“There are condoms that fit that big shit?” she asked seriously. She watched me reach my hand over to the bedside table where I placed condoms that she clearly didn’t notice. I grabbed one then handed it to her. She read the brand out loud.

“Is this a reputable brand? It won’t break, because I’m not on birth control. I’m not having a child with you because I just know their head is going to be big.”

The laughter that I’d held in for most of the night came out hard.

“Elodie, why are you in here joking when I’m about to put my dick in you? With any other female this would be a fucking turn off, but with you, for some reason, it makes my dick harder.”

I pushed my dick up against her. Her subtle moan wasn’t subtle enough.

“I guess that’s a good thing that my silliness turns you on.” She kissed my lips. “Let see if this pussy can turn you on too.” She seductively ripped open the condom packet.

I lifted my body off hers and sat on my hindlegs. She pushed back and sat up.

“Put it on, love.”

She kissed the tip of my dick, then let it hit the back of her throat a few times before she slid the condom down my shaft. When she laid on her back, my body dwarfed hers. I used one of my hands to grip under her leg to get the leverage I needed. She would need it more than I did.

“You ready?”

There was apprehension in her expression, but she gave me a nod. That shit isn’t going to do.

When I told her to use her words before my mouth latched onto her nipple, she gasped.

“Yes, I’m ready. Don’t break me, Orion.”

I smirked with her nipple still in my mouth. I had no plans to break her, but this dick would hurt. After I lined myself up with her opening, I bit down on her nipple while I pushed into her.

“Muthafucka!”