The club was alive—lights flashing, bass thumping, bodies moving in sync with the amapiano

beat. I leaned back against the bar, half listening to some guy talk about a marketing strategy

when a girl—skinny, tall, barely dressed—started rocking against me. I didn’t push her away. I

let her move, though my mind wasn’t on her.

It was on Telissa.

And then I saw her.

She was walking toward me like she owned the room, hips swaying in perfect rhythm with the

music, eyes locked on mine. I swear the crowd parted for her without even knowing it. She

didn’t say a word. Just slid between me and the girl, putting her back to my chest like she was

staking her claim.

She started dancing to the amapiano beat—low, fluid, hypnotic. I froze for a moment, hesitant.

This was dangerous territory. But then her scent hit me, warm and intoxicating, and my hands…

They just moved on their own. They found her hips, gripping lightly at first, then tighter as we

sank into the rhythm together.

The song shifted—something slow, sensual. The kind of track that makes you forget where you

are. She leaned back into me, and that was when she must have felt it—the bulge pressing hard

against her. I didn’t even try to hide it. She tilted her head slightly, a faint, knowing smile

tugging at her lips.

We were both tipsy, the kind of intoxicated where inhibitions loosen and the only thing that

matters is what you want. And right now, I wanted her.

The drive to the penthouse was quiet, but heavy with something unspoken. I could feel the need

sitting between us, thick and undeniable. When we stepped into the elevator, she caught me

staring—probably because I couldn’t stop. Her lips curved, and the air in that small space felt

hotter.

Our rooms were side by side. She said goodnight, leaned in for a quick kiss, but the moment our

lips touched, I knew it wasn’t going to be quick. She pulled me in deeper, and I didn’t resist. I

pressed her against the wall, my hands bracing on either side of her, tasting the heat of her

mouth, feeling her breath hitch.

This was no longer just a night out.

My hands roamed, slipping under her dress, caressing the length of her thighs. When my fingers

brushed the lace between her legs, she gasped, her nails digging lightly into my back.

I wasn’t going to rush this night, l’ll have to build her and watch her beg for it.

Her nipples were black and hard, goodness!!! She’s so endowed with firm breasts.

We tumbled onto the bed, laughter breaking the tension for a second before it melted into heat

again. My tongue trailed down her neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses that made her arch

against me.

With my left hand, l stroke her core, parting her vulva, while sucking her breast. She wailed in

happiness which sounds so sweet in my ears, I claim her tender, wet, dripping flesh with my

tongue, her cries told me she just had her first orgasm for the night, l silenced her with my lips

making her taste herself

Her hands fumble with my zipper. l knew what she wanted, freeing my hard erection,

she gently stroked me with her little finger, not able to go around it, yes! I’m huge.

She took me with her mouth, at this point, l’m unable to control my groan.

She went faster

I knew I was close; she didn’t stop

Shhhhh, she swallowed everything

I wasn’t done with her yet,

The slow, teasing build-up made every touch sharper, every kiss hungrier. When I finally slid

into her, we both groaned—low, guttural sounds that filled the room. Movements started slow,

almost in sync with the slow beat of the music still echoing in her head, then grew faster, more

urgent.

She came again!!

I turned her over and entered her from behind, Telissa was screaming and moaning loudly. I don’t

mind who cares to hear us.

By the time we were done, we collapsed, tangled and breathless, the only thing louder than our

Pounding hearts was the quiet awareness of what we just did.

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I woke with a start, my chest rising and falling like I’d just run a race. The dream still clung to

me—hot, sticky, and far too real.

Telissa.

Naked under me, her moans echoing in the hotel room back in South Africa.

I’d felt the heat of her skin, the way she arched into me, the desperate grip of her nails down my

back. Even now, my boxers were damp from release, my cock throbbing again as if my body

demanded a sequel.

But reality was cruel.

For three days now, she’d been a ghost at work. No smiles. No playful teasing. She passed me in

the hallway with clipped nods, eyes glued to her phone. Every ignored glance was a knife in my

chest. I couldn’t let this go.

By the time the office emptied at 7 p.m., I’d already decided.

This ends tonight.

I walked slowly down the corridor toward her office. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, my

footsteps echoing in the silence. When I pushed her door open, she jumped, her eyes wide.

“Tim… what are you doing here?” Her voice was sharp, but her pupils betrayed her—dark and

dilated.

I stepped in, closing the door behind me. “You’ve been avoiding me. Three days, Telissa. What’s

going on?”

She looked away. “We… shouldn’t talk about it.”

That was all it took. The restraint I’d been clinging to snapped.

I crossed the room in two strides, my hand catching her wrist before she could retreat. The smell

of her perfume—warm vanilla with a hint of spice—hit me, and I was gone.

“Telissa…” I murmured, my voice low, “I can’t pretend nothing happened.”

Her lips parted as if to argue, but I silenced her with my mouth.

The kiss was messy, urgent. Her desk chair rolled back with a squeak as I lifted her onto the desk,

scattering papers to the floor.

Her gasp turned into a moan when I pushed her skirt up, my fingers sliding beneath the thin strip

of lace covering her heat. She was wet—achingly wet.

“God, you missed me,” I whispered against her neck.

She didn’t answer with words. Her hands tugged at my belt, freeing me. I entered her in one slow,

deep thrust, and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying out.

The desk groaned under us as I drove into her, the slap of skin against skin filling the room. She

clung to me, nails digging into my shoulders, each thrust pulling her closer to the edge.

Her climax hit first—hard and fast—her body shuddering around me. I followed seconds later,

spilling into her with a low, guttural moan.

We stayed there, panting, her legs still trembling against my hips.

Then, as if she’d just remembered something, she pushed me back gently. Her breathing slowed,

and her expression hardened.

“This…” she said quietly, adjusting her skirt, “was the last time, Tim.”

I stared at her, my chest still heaving. “You don’t mean that.”

Her eyes flicked away. “I do.”

The words were a cold blade to my gut. I stepped back, tucking myself in, swallowing the

bitterness that burned my throat. Without another word, I left her office, the echo of her rejection

following me all the way home.