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Nairobia’s impassioned words sliced through her. Dr. Dangerfield shut her eyes and gave into the liquid pleasure. A moan built deep in her chest, caught in her throat, until it spiraled out in a sound of sweet agony. Oh, God, yes—yes, yes, yes.

Dr. Dangerfield cried out as her orgasm bolted out of her in a rush of molten lava.

Her body shook, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her core. Slowly, her lids fluttered open, and her hazy-eyed gaze locked onto Josiah’s, dark hunger flashing across his handsome face, as he stood there, watching, longing; stroking his swelling dick in his hand.

Dr. Dangerfield’s pussy clenched, her walls throbbed, at the carnal hunger she saw in his eyes. Nairobia saw it too. “Come, my love,” she said as she summoned Josiah with wet, sticky fingers to come to them. “Feast on her juices, then feed her weeping kut with your big, hungry dick.”

Another jolt of heat blazed through Dr. Dangerfield at the erotic sound of Nairobia’s words. Everything about her was mesmeric.

Erogenous.

Lethal.

Nairobia had an uncanny way of pulling out the darkest side of others, bringing them pleasure while coaxing out their most erotic desires.

Nairobia brushed Dr. Dangerfield’s lower lip with her cunt-soaked fingers, and she slid her tongue out, flicking it over them. Nairobia pressed her fingers between her lips, and Dr. Dangerfield suckled, savoring the taste of her pussy.

She shuddered as Josiah made his way over to them. His gait was smooth, every motion fluid as he moved like a starving panther, sleek and purposeful.

Nairobia scooted over as Josiah climbed up on the bed, the plush mattress absorbing the weight of him. She leaned over and kissed Dr. Dangerfield, offering her more tongue, before pulling back and then kissing Josiah, her tongue now searching the inside of his mouth, until she finally pulled free from his greedy lips.

“Fuck her deep, my love,” Nairobia urged, sliding off the bed and then onto her feet.

Josiah grinned. “Anything for you.”

“Wait. You’re not staying—for more fun?” Dr. Dangerfield asked over a moan as Josiah leaned down and pressed his mouth between her breasts.

Nairobia flicked her gaze momentarily over at the monitor, Krista’s stilled image in the center of the screen, then she tore her eyes away to land them on Dr. Dangerfield.

“I will go to her.”

“Uh, mmm—who?”

Dr. Dangerfield arched into Josiah, seeking more of his mouth. And so he gave her more, kissing and sucking and licking a line down to her belly.

She moaned as his lips made their way over her mound. He kissed her there, nuzzled deeper, inhaling her scent as he stroked his fingers through her velvety folds.

A ragged moan tore from her throat as he swiped his mouth from her slit to her clit. He sucked lightly on it, before licking downward again.

“The sloth,” Nairobia answered as she inched up behind Josiah and slid a finger along the crack of his ass. “I will go to her.” Her finger slid back and forth over Josiah’s hole, and then she was reaching over and sliding that same finger into Dr. Dangerfield’s mouth.

“While he fucks you good, my . . .”

Dr. Dangerfield sucked Nairobia’s finger into her mouth as Josiah, with teeth and tongue, nipped at the swollen nub, grazing it, scraping her with exquisite pleasure. Suddenly, everything around Dr. Dangerfield blurred, and the sound around her muffled as Josiah’s tongue slid inside her, fucking her in slow, sensual strokes, tasting her from the inside out.

When she was finally able to blink through the haze, Nairobia was gone, and Josiah was steadily stroking her with his fingers and tongue, lapping hungrily at her pussy.

“I’m coming, I’m . . . com . . . ing . . . oh God—yes . . .”

Dr. Dangerfield’s legs closed against his head, anchoring him in place, filling his mouth with her wet honey.

Forty-Three

Krista stared at the huge gift basket sitting on the oval glass table, where it’d been collecting dust for the last four weeks. A frown formed over her face as she stood in the living room of her villa with a hand on her hip, wondering why she hadn’t tossed it out already.

Dildos of varying sizes and thickness. Clit wands. Vibrating beads. Cock rings. Butt plugs. Edible undies. Gels. Creams. Flavored oils. And lubes. Thanks—but no goddamn t

hanks. This was way too much kinky-shit in one place.

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