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He pulled off his tie. Yanked open the buttons of his shirt. Then pulled his crisp white T-shirt out from the waistband of his slacks and dragged it upward, revealing smooth chocolate skin, flat abdominal muscles. He threw his shirt carelessly to the floor.
“Je ne peux pas attender de lécher ta chatte,” he said as he prowled closer. Oh how he couldn’t wait to lick her pussy. He wanted to lick her to climax.
He swiped his tongue over his lips.
He was so close that Nairobia could smell the crisp scent of his cologne and the musky heat of his skin. She couldn’t take it any longer. This torture, these slow ticks of the second hand. It was all too much for her.
Marcel’s manhood swelled and strained against the fabric of his pants. Nairobia’s gaze shifted to his crotch, then down the length of his right thigh. There it was. So long, so thick, so, so…snakelike. She couldn’t wait to suck its head into her mouth.
As Marcel stalked closer, Nairobia backed up a step, then another, lifting her right breast up, extending her tongue and licking around her areola. Her nipple.
She licked it until it pebbled into a hard bead. Then smiled at Marcel. He groaned, arousal and jealousy swimming in his dark eyes. He wanted his mouth, his tongue where hers had been.
He reached for her. Not a word was said when he pulled her into him, against his hard body. Nairobia’s breath caught. His masculinity, his manliness, his powerful existence, overwhelmed her senses. And she felt herself melting against him.
She drew up on her tiptoes. “I will love you with my mouth and tongue,” she whispered. She licked at the shell of his ear. “Then capture you in the back of my throat and swallow your sweet milk.”
She pressed her lips against his, then kissed him senseless. As she pried his mouth open with her tongue and slid inside, she could taste the hint of peppermint and cognac. Her eyes turned somnolent with desire as Marcel groaned, his lips pressing harder.
Within seconds, Nairobia’s hand snaked its way between his thighs and her fingers curled around his cock, stretching to his knee. She’d never quite mastered sucking the entire length of him into her mouth. Eleven inches, the most. But tonight she promised herself she’d choke to death trying to swallow the remaining two inches.
When she broke the kiss, he smiled down at her. Then whispered, “Ik wil al je pik in mijn natte mond.” She wanted all of his cock inside her wet mouth. And she found herself becoming crazed with want. She stroked him several times for emphasis, before he removed her hand, then brought it up to his lips. He kissed the inside of her palm. Then let his hands travel along the curves of her body. He grabbed her at the hips, then lowered himself until he was eye level to her sweet cunt.
He bathed her stomach in kisses, stuck his tongue in her navel, and caused her flesh to quiver. “Spread your legs open for me, baby,” he urged softly, his gaze fixed on the mocha-colored hood of her clitoris as she opened her thighs. She took her hands and spread herself open to him.
Marcel stared at her glistening, puffy mound.
God, she was stunning.
Then he looked up into her smoldering gray eyes and grinned. His eyes glittered with heat and lust as he said, “Your pussy is so beautiful, baby.” He repeated himself in French. “Ta chatte est si belle…”
He moved his face in, and lapped at it until her pink clit distended.
Nairobia moaned. Grabbed the back of his head. “Lick me, my love. Mmm…yes…taste me…”
Then, as if she’d willed her juices to flow, nectar trickled out of her slit. And, without thought, Marcel licked that one drop of dew as if she were a piece of ripened fruit, his tongue touching her opening. His hands captured her ass, and he dug his fingers into the globes of her flesh w
hile he stroked her clit and sucked at her. Nairobia threw her head back and moaned his name.
“Yes, my darling, yes…mmm…tongue my pussy, MarShell…mmm…yes, yes, yes…mijn zoete kut tong…”
Marcel’s tongue lapped at her labia. Probed between the folds of her opening. Then devoured her, so hungry, so greedy, he licked over her pussy, enjoying the taste of her, savoring it. He fucked her in and out with his tongue, the rapid-fire flickering of each stroke drew moans from somewhere deep as he licked and sucked her in all the right spots.
He plunged a finger inside her, causing Nairobia’s back to arch. She purred for him as he stroked her inner walls. She tightened around his finger.
Then one finger became two. And Nairobia slowly rolled her hips, then began to fuck herself down on his oversized hand as the pleasure pulsed through her. She was all slippery heat, her cunt frantically clutching around Marcel’s fingers. He groaned, his steel-hard cock aching, his balls throbbing for release.
Fuck. He ached all over for her. He wanted to fuck, to take every hole she owned with force and fiery heat.
Marcel sucked her swollen clit back into his mouth, fucked her with his fingers until they both felt the sweet storm swirling up inside her, rising higher and higher, crashing harder and harder.
He had her right where he wanted her. On the edge.
She mewled, her nails digging into his scalp. Her eyes became half-lidded, the gray becoming smoky as Marcel licked and licked, his tongue feeling like wet flames against her clit. Nairobia was on the verge of coming all over his face, drowning him in her juices.
She cried out in pleasure. Spoke vulgar and dirty to him in her native tongue. Told him over and over to fuck her with his fingers, his tongue. To lick her pussy, tongue her ass. She cursed him for having such a luscious greedy mouth, for being such a splendid pussy eater. She cursed him for lavishing her cunt and clit with so much sweet affection all the way to the crack of her ass.
Right at this moment, she hated him for being so goddamn good. But she loved his wickedly talented mouth.
