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ick platinum chain. He was six feet two inches of chiseled magnificence and Nairobia’s gaze stayed fixed on him as he approached her.
Her pussy clenched, and she wondered what’d taken him so long to come to her.
She eyed him sexily as he leaned in her ear and said over the music, “Dance with me, beautiful.” It wasn’t a question, but a command that blanketed over her senses. And she felt a rush of desire flow through her veins as his deep sexy voice brushed her skin. Oh yes. He had a scrumptious bedroom voice and was definitely motivation to get slutty.
She looked up into his big dark eyes and smiled. His eyes sparkled like two black diamonds. Nairobia immediately noticed he had beautiful smooth skin and long, thick lashes. She took in the rest of his face. He had an immaculate goatee framed around a set of full chocolate lips and a head full of thick curly hair.
And then…
He smiled, a crooked but sexy one. And Nairobia felt herself swoon—just a little, when he flashed her a set of perfectly straight, white teeth and deep dimples. Big hands, big feet, a nice smile, a nice ass, and dimples were a few of her weaknesses when it came to men. And this intoxicating mystery man managed to have it all.
His eyes scanned hers curiously, waiting. “Well. You game?”
He grabbed her hand, and he led her to the dance floor, not waiting for an answer. Nairobia smiled as he slid his hand down her lower back and pulled her into him. “Nice party.”
Nairobia smiled. “Thank you.” She worked her arms up in the air over her head and pulled the diamond pins from her hair, undoing her French twist. Her hair toppled down past her shoulders as she seductively twirled her body. She dipped low, then worked her way back up.
A thick arm went around her waist and Nairobia felt the Mystery Man press himself into her ass. He leaned into her ear, and said, “I know your perfume is sweet, but what about you, baby? How sweet are you?”
His warm breath made her shiver. She could smell the liquor on his breath, and felt herself getting lightheaded. Maybe it was from his cologne, or the three cocktails she’d sipped on, or the fact that he had her pressed into his hard-body, but Nairobia felt suddenly drunk.
She spun free of his grasp and faced him, shimmying up close. “Only one way to know, my love.”
A slow grin curved his lips. “You’re sexy as hell, beautiful,” he said softly, pulling her in closer. “Where you rest at?”
Ciara’s “Dance Like We’re Making Love” played and Nairobia felt herself melting against him as she worked her body against his. She gave into his body heat, and felt his cock grow against her pelvis. It didn’t feel long, but it felt deliciously thick…and heavy. And she wanted nothing more than to unzip his white dress pants and drag his cock out of his underwear to stroke it in her delicate hands.
“Right now, my darling, I’m resting in your arms,” she teased. “Or would you prefer to have me resting somewhere else?”
He smiled, and cupped her ass as he bumped his pelvis into her. “Yeah, Ma. In my bed.” He pulled her in tighter, his lips at her temple. “But, nah, I’m sayin’. Where you live?”
“California and New York. And you?”
“Oh, aiight. Cool. I rest in Brooklyn, baby.”
She looked at him and matched his smile, then tried to dance her way out of his arms, but he refused to let her go, or relinquish her to the three other men who tried to cut in.
Hmm. Possessive, no?
Nairobia was no man’s possession. But she would allow him a night of fantasy. Give him the illusion of being in control. She adored men who dared to take charge.
By the time Meek Mill’s “All Eyes On You” started playing, Nairobia had learned that her mystery man was single—for the moment (whatever that meant)—and staying in Vegas for the week with his peoples. He claimed—Nairobia was used to men claiming a lot of things to only later find it to be untrue—to own several businesses in and around New York and New Jersey with an uncle.
“Tell me, my love. Is your uncle as delicious-looking as you?”
He laughed. “Nah, nah. But he got mad swag, though. And he pulls more pussy than me.” He laughed again. Truth was his uncle had the face of a gorilla and a cock the size of a horse’s. And the panty-sniffing freak could be ruthless and dangerous when crossed.
Mystery Man pulled her in closer. “Why, you tryna meet him?”
Nairobia looked into his eyes, and imagined him fucking her, fast and hard, until she exploded her cunt juices all over his cock. She was so not interested in meeting an uncle who did not look like him. Who would most likely not wet her kut the way he had done.
“No, my darling.”
He smiled. “Cool. ’Cause I ain’t tryna share you. Not tonight.”
“Hmm. Who are you here with tonight?” she asked, ignoring his last remark of not wanting to share her. As if he had a say. She wondered why a man as sexy as him would be single. Or was he only single while in Sin City?
Not that it mattered. She’d flirt with him. And even arouse him. But she had no intentions of pleasing him. True, she’d been a porn star, and she loved to fuck. But her kut was the crème de la crème. She gave a man her cunt when it needed feeding. And hers was still full from Josiah.
