Nyla Bridges has dedicated her entire life to becoming the best FBI agent the agency has seen. Working twice as hard because she's a woman... a black woman... to show that she is just as capable, if not more, than her predominantly white, male colle...
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"Call them and let them know we're stuck in traffic." I said. Elijah and I have been sitting in the same spot for the last ten minutes. "Dray already text me and said they're stuck in traffic, too. They're two blocks up." I smacked my lips, "this is crazy. Is it a wreck or something?"
E chuckled, "mama, I'm looking at the same exact thing you are." I playfully slapped his arm, "hush. I'm just ready to eat. We haven't eaten anything since lunch."
"Yeah," Elijah sighed and relaxed back in his seat. With his head against the headrest he turned his head to me, "I'm hungry as shit, too," his hand traveled up the slit of my dress. "Let me taste something."
"Elij-"
"Don't make me beg."
I slightly lifted myself up and pulled my dress up and my panties down. E leaned over and kissed me, tugging at my bottom lip while he reclined my seat back. He swirled his tongue around mine as he rubbed between my folds. He slipped his thick finger inside of me before pushing in another one causing me to moan into his mouth. He pulled his fingers out and pulled away from the kiss. "Turn your body a lil bit and put your foot up here." I turned my body so that my back was pressed against the door and did as he said. I bit my lip as I watched his head travel down south.
His hand gripped the back of my thigh and he kissed my second set of lips like he always does before he penetrates or feasts on me. With his head in between my legs, he looked up at me through low, lust filled lens. He sent a long lick from my slit to my clit and latched onto my pearl. He shook his head in between my thighs, alternating between licking and sucking my clit viciously. "Oou, baby." My moans were fuel to his fire. He pulled his head back and spit on my pussy before diving back in, rapidly flicking his tongue up and down my swollen bud.
I brung my eyebrows in and pouted my lips while I held the back of his head, attempting to bring his face impossibly closer into my pussy. I turned my head to look at traffic and E gripped my thigh harder, "they can't see you, I wouldn't let them see you like this," he hummed against my flower. "Get that shit off and let me taste it, mama." He pulled my clit between his teeth and sucked on me. His tongue drew figure eighths and zig zags and my moans increased as my peak neared. The sound of a honking horn mixed with how good Elijah is eating me intensified my orgasm. I gripped the fabric of his shirt as my body shook and my cum seeped from my slit.
After catching every drop, E brung his lips to mine and parted my lips with his tongue. He puckered his lips and let his saliva mixed with my juices drip into my mouth before sticking his tongue into my mouth, kissing me slowly and sensually while cars relentlessly blew their horn.
