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It was so.
There he was in her bed. Naked. The sheets whirled around him. Sleeping like a baby. Lightly snoring. This was a no-no. She allowed no man to sleep in her bed—or stay the night, ever. And the only lover she’d had in her bed most recently had been her boy-toy, Josiah. She’d given him a taste of her kut, then rewarded him for licking out multiple orgasms with a generous dose of pussy as she climbed up over him, positioned his thick cock between her lips so she could slide down over him. His strong, pulsing cock had felt so good in her. It always felt good in her. She’d ridden him into her fire, burning him with each stroke, owning him, taking what she needed from him until his neck arched, his back bowed upward from the bed, and he’d released a pleasured hiss between clenched teeth as she clutched his dick and cream flowed from her body. His cry of release, the sound so masculine, so wild, so…needy had caused her cunt to spasm and wring out another climax. Then after she’d freed his balls of its warm milk, she’d kissed him deeply on the mouth, and sent him to the guestroom.
Josiah was her only lover…at the moment.
But this, this thing with Marcel was not good. Him snuggled up in her sheets, like some long-lost lover. How had he managed to stay the night?
Her gaze riveted on his chiseled back, then locked on his muscled ass. His body was divine. And his humongous cock…
Sweet Jesus.
She blinked back the memory of the sweet burn she’d experienced the first time Marcel slid it inside her. It’d taken her back to her first time with Lexington Steele when she was a virgin starring in her first porno. Lexington had been so big, so thick, so damn excruciating and deliciously good. But Marcel had been much bigger, much thicker, much more delicious. And his cock pushing past her swollen folds, stretching her slit, had been like havi
ng her hymen broken for the first time all over again. The pain had been both shocking and sweet.
It’d seared her cunt as he’d blasted heat through her, while his wife…
Marika.
She stiffened, then hissed at the thought of her being gone. That first time together in Dubai three years ago, Marika had helped guide Marcel’s luscious cock into her quivering cunt, before lowering her own scrumptious pussy over Nairobia’s face, then leaning forward and kissing Marcel passionately. The two of them had set her body ablaze with their raw passion, made her pussy ache with desire…for the both of them.
Oh how she’d loved having them in her chambers. Their openness about sex and sexuality was refreshing. Intoxicating. Sexy. There were so many fond memories of the two of them tracing their tongues over her cunt, their fingers diving into her wetness, their fingers sliding over and around her cunt, feeling how slick she’d become; their tongues teasing her clit, then sliding fingers deep inside her; fingers teasing her ass. Their tongues and fingers had been wild for her, craved the taste of her, the feel of her. She’d become their sweetest guilty pleasure.
And they’d become hers.
She swallowed, her gaze narrowing as she stared at miles of rich, dark-chocolate muscle that made her gasp. She hadn’t been drinking last night, but surely she’d fallen into a drunken slumber sometime in the middle of the night—with his mouth latched onto her clit and his tongue wedged between her folds—for him to still be in her bed.
Though he had not been asked to leave, Nairobia felt violated. She felt…slightly peeved—the gall of him to invite himself to the warmth and comforts of her luxurious red sheets.
She held her breath as she slid her hand between her thighs to make sure he’d hadn’t stolen her cunt in the still of the night. Relieved that her slit was not stretched wide, she breathed out. Of course she would have still felt him throbbing inside her had he’d taken her last night. The stretch and burn she remembered had always been so much more delicious the next day—following a night of slow, deep fucking.
Marcel stirred, pulling her from her reverie. She rolled her eyes, her new thought on waking him, and putting him out. But he stirred again. Eyes still closed, he rolled over on his back, his arm swinging up over his face to shield his eyes from the morning rays as they slid through the slits of her vertical blinds. The sheet shifted, slightly, and Nairobia caught a glimpse of his rippling abs…and the beginnings of a delicious morning erection.
What was a woman with virtue to do?
Instinctively, Marcel’s dick spoke to her from beneath the sheet. And the answer became evidently clear. Take what was in her bed.
Her mouth curved into a devilish grin, her sex clenching greedily, as she flipped the sheet off him, exposing the lower half of his nakedness.
She took his dick in her hand, rubbing the shaft from base to tip, gripping him with both hands, stroking him to greater pleasure, before licking him, swirling her tongue over his slit, focusing her attention all on that one part of him until he grew harder and thicker and beside himself with heated desire.
Several teasing licks of her tongue over the head of his dick morphed into sweltering tongue laps down the length of his cock, over and around his balls, then back up his shaft. Then back down again. She lapped at his balls, then sucked them lovingly into her mouth.
Marcel groaned, then smiled. “Good morning, baby,” he muttered, his eyes slowly rolling to the back of his head. He hadn’t planned on staying the night, but now he was glad he had. It’d been so long, too long, since he’d been awakened to the erotic sounds of a wet mouth loving his cock.
He needed this sensual moment badly.
Tiny pinpricks of pleasure burst through Marcel’s body, spreading through his veins as Nairobia took him in her mouth and gave him what he so desperately needed, until he was a slave to her relentless sucking and the clawing need to explode.
Blood rushed through him. He fought like hell not to erupt. But she was luring him to the edge with her slippery mouth, coaxing a nut—or two, or three—out of him.
God, he missed having his dick in a mouth other than his own. She felt so fucking good. So wet. “Aaah, shit, yeah…oooh…” He lifted his hips into her mouth, slowly thrusting in her wet, juicy jaws. In. Out. In. Out.
She fondled his balls.
“Aaah, shit…aaah, shit, baby…ta bouche est si humide, si chaud…” Your mouth is so wet, so warm.
She released him from her mouth long enough to speak. “You like, my darling, oui?” Before he could speak, she quickly lapped at the wet tip, then feverishly sucked him back into her mouth.
