Page 10 of Pills and Potions: Snoh

LYRIC

“ T hank you, guys, for staying so late today and handling the system failures with grace. Mr. Harris is tied up in a meeting, but he does extend his appreciation as well. It’s pretty stuffy out there so please get somewhere cool and fast. Have a good evening.”

Snoh had a good work crew. From the ones that sat in the office to the ones that worked in the warehouse, they all showed up without a fuss.

Today started out so good until around lunch time where the systems wouldn’t cooperate.

However, you would’ve never known it was a hiccup the way they handled it.

He needed to be more mindful of the things he said and did around them.

Whitley approached me as everyone began to gather their things to leave. I knew this morning’s events wouldn’t just be swept under the rug. Whitley was a mixed woman who preferred her Black side and also one of London’s gossiping work buddies. I couldn’t just shrug her off.

She scanned the room to make sure she was in the clear to speak before running her mouth. When she felt safe, she fired off the twenty-one questions that piled up throughout the day. All I could do was shake my head and laugh.

“You said it wasn’t shit going on between you two. What the hell was that shit this morning?”

“An obsessive man taking whatever he wanted from me.” I had every intention on lying to save face for London, yet I gave her the truth. The cat was already out the bag.

“Out of the many years we been working here, you ain’t never gave that man the time of day for real. What changed?”

The twin.

“Nothing but my appetite. I have to send a few emails before that man finishes his meeting. I’ll catch you tomorrow. Oh, did he apologize to you?”

“Yeah, he did. I could tell he wasn’t sorry for real and really did want to give a bitch a show, but I accepted it. Let me find out you turned that nigga out.”

“Nah girl. That’s been in him,” I said walking away with a smile.

“Bye girl!” she threw at my back, and I threw up the piece sign.

Entering Snoh’s office, he was still on the phone with his client handling business. I grabbed his briefcase off the table and began to pack up the documents he would need to take home. I could feel his gaze following my every move. That alone caused my bodily temperature to slowly but surely rise.

Once I was done, I walked over to his desk and began to clear it leaving his current file open.

His hands found themselves busy by roaming my canvas freely.

I couldn’t thank London enough for being gay because the way he fucked me was too good to let anyone else experience.

Jealousy would’ve been an understatement.

He backed up from the center of his desk, leaving a small gap for me.

I stepped in front of him and like I knew he would, he hiked my dress up exposing my thickness.

With a gentle push in my back, he silently asked me to bend over.

Like the good and obedient woman, I was, I obliged.

My panties were ripped from my body and phat ma was staring back at him.

A soft tap was administered to my inner leg, and I opened them wider.

Did we make it to the conference room table like I promised?

Of course we did. However, his hunger for me wouldn’t let his appetite be satisfied.

There were no complaints on my end about a bitch ass thing though.

Fuckin’ him was the only upside to taking London’s place.

“Those numbers are lower than what we talked about, Morgan. I thought you were a man of your word.” He spoke to his client briefly before his tongue swiped over my folds.

There was always a slight paralyzing moment whenever this man touched me. My eyes shut off impact and my lip tugged on gently. A man that knew how to fuckin’ multitask was a skilled one.

The warmth, as well as softness of his tongue had to be one of the best feelings in the world to me. It glided in and out my opening then across my pearl repeatedly. I whimpered in pleasure softly. After all, I was a woman with manners.

“Go back to the drawing board and call me with a new proposal. Enjoy your night.” I reached over and hung the phone up before he could set the receiver down.

“Make me cum, Snoh,” I begged. My hand slipped between my thighs and rubbed on the very place his tongue just was.

Without responding, he spread my cheeks wide and dove in.

My body could’ve collapsed right then and there from how weak my knees were.

This wasn’t normal. It couldn’t be. I never had a man spend every moment catering to my needs the way he did.

Sucking on my pussy then stroking it was the best way to activate my crazy and he had no problem doing either.

“This pussy taste so fuckin’ good,” he uttered. All he did was throw compliments my way. I couldn’t get enough of it.

Nigga, I know.

He held onto my waist as he ate like this meal would never be served to him again. My juices weren’t even able to leak good before they were slurped up. I’d tasted myself many times over, so I understood what had him so greedy for it.

A sensitive clit and a man that knew about it.

He zoned in on my shit not giving me time to do anything else other than prepare myself to cum.

My stomach tightened as the eruption began to take place.

Two fingers were inserted in my canal massaging my g-spot while his tongue snaked its way to my ass.

The nigga was making this orgasm one to remember.

“Oh my God!” I cried out clenching the edge of his desk.

I asked him to make me cum and I’d be damned if he ain’t follow my instructions. With my body slumped on top of his desk, my chest heaved up and down. He was showing me more and more why my love for him would never die. The man knew how to please his woman.

“Nah, you got dick to take, too. Get right.” A hand came down on my ass sending slight pain through my body.

“Baby, I just need a fuckin’ second.”

“I’m giving you that,” he said rubbing his dick between my folds. I didn’t even know when the fuck he freed that nigga.

Whatever he wanted.

He got whatever the fuck he wanted from me because in a matter of two days, this would all be over.

I would no longer be his personal assistant, the woman he nutted in freely, or the one that carried an all-access pass to him.

My rights to him would be stripped away and my yearn for him would become torture once more.

Sliding into that place he failed to stay out of, we both released a low moan.

Words to describe him being inside of me were becoming nonexistent.

Each time was better than the last and each time I felt the knot that tied my soul to his get tighter.

The slow strokes he delivered only caused my need for him to grow.

“You trying to have my baby or something, beautiful? Why the fuck you feeding a nigga like this, huh? Why the fuck this pussy always calling out to me?”

Kisses trailed the middle of my back as he had his way with me.

I didn’t answer him solely because I couldn’t.

He made it very hard to reply when his dick touched my cervix with each thrust. Nothing about the way he fucked me was ordinary.

When he moved inside of me, I knew it was him trying to prove why he was a perfect fit.

“You fuck me like you want me to.” I was finally able to catch a breath and respond.

“I do,” he stated confidently. A waterpark was opened the second those words left his lips.

He was changing the dynamics of our relationship.

Mother wasn’t a title I took lightly. The way he shot the club up anytime he entered my body, I saw me being nothing other than that in the future.

I wasn’t treated like a toaster strudel the way other bitches were.

I was getting a pussy full of him. All he needed was a green light and he had it from day one.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“You know me better than that, baby. I’m feeding yo’ pretty ass dick, not lies.”

The pace of his strokes quickened, and I held on for dear life. He hurt so fuckin’ good. Was I sore as fuck? Had been since the night before but the pain was overpowered by the pleasure that filled me. Snoh Harris was exactly who the fuck he thought he was.

“ Ooouu , fuck!”

“ Mhmm . Now meet a nigga halfway.”

We synced in rhythm and before I knew it, we were exchanging fluids. He was filling me up and I was painting his dick white. It was a mixture we’d made several times over. It was a mixture I enjoyed tasting as well. I lay there gathering myself while he eased out of me.

“We got to stop doing it like this, baby. I can’t fuckin’ feel my legs.”

“I can, and I like when you wrap them muthafuckas around me. Where we going tonight? My shit or yours?” he inquired.

London was still out of town, so it was no harm in going to my place. We didn’t have photos together plastered around the crib, so it was cool to invite him over. I didn’t see our secret getting out. Plus, our bedrooms were on opposite sides of the condo.

“Mine is fine. Get dressed and I’ll have Thomas pull the car around.”

“That muthafucka lethal. You know that, right?”

I turned around and threw a wink his way. I knew what I had, but I wasn’t trying to boast. If he wasn’t addicted before, I knew he was now.