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She stood.
Satiated.
For the moment…
She always needed more.
Always wanted more.
Always.
Josiah shot to his feet, and Nairobia reached for his collar and pulled him into her. She licked his lips. Then kissed him, tasting her on him, his tongue, his mouth drenched in her juices.
She broke the kiss and stepped back from him.
“Have I pleased you, Mademoiselle?”
“Oh, yes, my love, yes. Your mouth and tongue are heavenly.” She reached for his plump dick. Grabbed it in her hand. “I will have you in my chambers. And fuck you into my cunt, my darling. Soon.” She stroked him. He dipped at the knees. Allowed his hips to roll, his dick thickening, lengthening, in her grasp.
The bulbous head of his dick swelled. Sticky nectar streamed from out of its slit. His mouthwatering cock stretched to enormous proportion, causing her firm grip to stretch, to loosen. She grabbed him with both hands. He became fevered with lust as she stroked him. Brought him to the edge. Taunted him. Slowly fucked his cock into her two-handed fist, her wrists twisting in delight as she stroked him to nirvana.
His muscles tightened.
Brows drawn tight, he groaned in anticipation, in…heated need.
She could have easily dropped to her knees before him. Devoured him. Drained him. Bathed him with her tongue. Sucked his scrumptious cock into her mouth, the length of him sucked down into her throat, the head blocking her airway. But she wouldn’t dare.
Not tonight.
She could feel the swelling of his nut right below the crown. And she imagined him saying—if he spoke Dutch, “Zuigen mijn dick teef.” Suck my dick, bitch. She moaned at the thought. “Mm. Ik wil voelen van deze grote lul in mijn kont.”
He groaned. “Aaah, yes. Whatever the fuck it is you said, yes, yes, yes. Aaah…aaarrgh…” She translated for him. Told him she wanted to feel it in her ass. He grunted his approval, leaking onto her hand. Furiously thrusting his hips, he wanted relief. Craved it.
His balls tightened.
She lazily glided her moist tongue over her lips.
Oh how she could milk him to release with her hungry, wet mouth. Or bend over the bar and offer him the inside of her pulsing pussy.
But she wouldn’t.
The Weeknd sang about a girl being worth it when she finally let go of Josiah’s throbbing cock and he took it into his own eager hand, fist pumping away.
She smiled watching him watching her with hazy eyes. She told him to come for her, to get lost in the pleasure. After all, this is what her club was all about. Pleasure. Sweet release. A split-second later, he was growling, throwing his head back,
roaring over the music, bellowing.
And then…
Heat jetted out from his cock, his milky seeds spilling out onto the bar’s floor. She stalked over to him. Lifted his hand to her mouth, and licked his thick fingers clean, sucking them into her mouth—one by one, before easing up on her tiptoes and kissing him ever so lightly on the lips. Then offering him her tongue. He sucked it into his mouth, and their tongues danced in the remnants of his juices and hers.
“Allow your balls to fill, my love,” she said, finally pulling away from him. “And prepare for opening.” And then she was gone, stepping into the glass elevator, ascending to the second floor. The doors slid open, and she stepped off. She looked down over the elaborate gold railing, taking in the spectacular view. The club was certainly a breathtaking sight to behold.
Red-bottom-heeled models—a dozen or so, beautiful women she’d hand-selected from around the world to work in her establishment—wore pasties shimmering in Swarovski crystals and matching thongs and elaborate, bejeweled masks. Their male counterparts, sun-kissed, chisel-chested male models, were donned in loincloths and wore silk domino masks. Chords of muscle in their powerful thighs, big dicks and big, heavy balls were prerequisites.
Oh how she loved big dick. Its taste, its feel, stretching her mouth, stretching her walls, stretching her ass; the delicious burn, causing her to cream and mewl in deliciousness.
Mmm.
