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Nairobia’s gaze roamed over Krista. She was nothing exciting to look at. Her cunt did not clutch from the sight of her. “You are only good pussy because your husband tells you so, no?”
Krista’s brow rose. “I beg your pardon?”
Nairobia stood to her feet, untying the knot around her waist.
Krista blinked. “W-w-what are you—”
“You are not good pussy, my love,” Nairobia continued as she opened her gown and allowed the flimsy material to flutter to the floor. “And you are, sadly, my darling, not good loving. You are simply wet walls.” Nairobia walked over to the gift basket and pulled out one of her favorites from her toy collection. She tore open the box and quickly pulled the toy out of its package. Then she wielded the ten-inch-long vibrating dong at Krista, who stood in shock as Nairobia reached inside the basket again and then pulled out her trademarked lube, Sweet Pleasure.
Krista felt the blood draining from her face. “Get out,” she said in a stricken voice. And yet she didn’t move to show her to the door. She couldn’t. Her feet were stuck in place.
Nairobia widened her stance. “You are just a shell, my darling. An empty vessel for your husband to plant his seeds in; that is all, my love.”
Krista’s eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of alarm and an unexplainable amount of fascination flowing through her veins, as Nairobia squirted lube over the silicone phallus, using her hand to slather the gel up and down its shaft and then over its head.
“The essence of sexuality, my darling, is in the giving and receiving of sexual pleasures between two lovers,” Nairobia continued, pressing the multi-speed vibrator on a random setting. She slid the dildo between her legs. Krista’s gaze followed Nairobia’s hand as she slid the dildo over her clit and then slid it back and forth over the opening of her slit.
Krista’s mouth opened to say something, but she clamped it shut when Nairobia said, “And you will lose your husband to another. You will lose him to not only good pussy, but to good loving and unforgettable fucking, my darling . . .”
Nairobia kept her eyes trained on Krista. “You are not unforgettable, my darling. Your kut is not unforgettable.”
This brazen bitch! Krista felt violated. How dare she disrespect her? Wait. Had Kendall said something to her? Had Dr. Dangerfield? Krista nervously shifted her gaze from Nairobia’s hand to the floor to the front door and then back to the low hum between Nairobia’s thighs.
“Loving your kut, my darling, is loving yourself,” Nairobia said huskily. Her hips sensually moved as she pressed the head of the dildo into the mouth of her pussy. “You cannot love you, without loving it.” Nairobia dipped at the knees, pushing inch after inch of her dildo inside her. “Mmm . . . ooh . . . your kut . . . uh . . . is happiest when you feed it. When you allow it to be free. Do you not want to free your pussy, my love?”
And then the dildo was gone. Wetly sucked into Nairobia’s body, humming on a high speed.
Krista’s heart pumped fiercely, but she was too numbed by shock to feel the anger that her mind told her she should feel. Her face drained as realization dawned. What if Kendall walked in and found this whore fucking herself in the middle of their living room?
She couldn’t let that happen. She remembered all too well that look he’d had in his eyes for her. “I need you to leave,” Krista said in a panicked tone. “Now. Or I will call security.” And yet she didn’t make a start toward the door.
Nairobia tossed her head back and laughed. “This is my island, darling.” And then she pinned her with a look, her gray eyes shimmering pools of heated lust as she pulled the dildo from her cunt and then slowly licked over it.
Krista blinked.
“I will leave you with the scent of my pussy, my love. And the memory of these last words: You are a lazy lay. Selfish in your deeds.” Nairobia swirled her tongue over the top of the phallus’s head. And then she sucked it into her mouth before her pink tongue laved over her lips. “Your handsome husband, so virile, so hungry, needs a whole woman, my darling. A sensual woman, a sexual woman, a woman comfortable in her sexuality, a woman fearlessly willing to embrace her desires—one who knows how to embrace her strength and her femininity, while still allowing him to be a man. That woman is not you, my darling.”
Nairobia shamelessly laid the cum-slick dildo on the table next to the basket.
Krista frowned.
Nairobia bent at the knees and scooped up her gown, sliding her arms through its sleeves. She sauntered toward the door. “And, my darling,” Nairobia said over her shoulder, “know this: someone else will give your husband what you are too afraid to give. Pleasure.”
Forty-Four
Fuck.
No motherfucking Wi-Fi service again.
Isaiah tossed his phone.
He was drunk. And he was horny. And he wanted to bust a nut. But he wasn’t going to lie on this pullout sofa bed another moment longer playing with his dick without being able to watch porn. Something he’d been doing in the wee hou
rs of the night—well, most late nights whenever his Wi-Fi connected—since arriving on the island.
But, tonight, this motherfucking island and its whack-ass tower were fucking up his flow.
He couldn’t just close his eyes and masturbate. He tried it. But his mind wandered. And then his dick would go from rock-hard to semi-hard to near flaccid. So then he would tug at his soft dick, shaking and pulling at it to get it to rise to the occasion. The shit was pissing him off. His sac was full of nut that he needed rubbed out.
