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Her personal life was none of her—or anyone else’s—concern.
Yes, she had at one time in her life been compulsive, almost obsessed with giving head—and lots of it. She simply loved dick. Loved sucking it into her wet, silky mouth. Loved the way it hit the back of her throat and pushed past her uvula—her other clit. Loved the feeling of it stretching her neck. Spit and drool splashing out of her mouth while being face-fucked. She loved, loved, loved…sucking dick.
She was able to admit that. She was a cock and cum whore. But, these days, she wasn’t out here sucking dick all reckless; she wasn’t brandishing her dick-sucking skills on random men. Those days were over. That was a part of her past. A past she was devoting her life to, not ever forgetting, but accepting as a consequence of her own choices.
So to hell with what people thought about her. She was rich and fabulous. Had two beautiful children. And had a man in her life who adored her. The only regret she had was marrying Jasper.
But he had given her, her firstborn, Jaylen. And, in spite of everything he’d put her through, she’d walked away from that life with peace of mind knowing justice had been served for everything Jasper had put her through.
And she’d walked away with her life, and…millions.
And there was nothing he could ever do to her again, because he was dead.
So she was happy. Very.
Pasha smiled, then whispered, almost conspiratorial, “Well then. The tramp in me thanks you for the treats. I love the Clit Licker and the Pussy Pounder.”
Nairobia smiled. “Well, it’s simply a small token of my appreciation. Your referral has turned out to be more than I’d ever hoped for.”
Pasha returned the smile. “So, I take it Lamar’s services are working out well.”
Nairobia moaned her approval, seductively sliding a fingernail between her teeth. “Yes, my darling. His services are quite delightful. I find him most…mmm…”
Pasha inhaled. She’d grown fond of Lamar during the six months he’d worked for her, and was forever indebted to him for all he’d done for her during his employ with her. He had been eye candy for the women who’d come into her East Coast salon, but for her, he was more than just a handsomely rugged sexual object. He’d become her lifeline when she’d needed it most.
He was a good man. Loyal. And she knew unequivocally that he would have done anything for her—without word, without question. And he’d proven more times than Pasha could count that he would.
And he had.
A part of Pasha felt guilty for using him the way she had. He’d been simply a pawn, a means to a greater cause. It had been a time in her life when she was desperate to get from under her then husband Jasper’s vicious grasp. Sucking dick had become her obsession while Jasper had been incarcerated—and it had become the root of her troubles with him. She’d become the infamous Deep Throat Diva.
And, as a result, Jasper had proven himself more dangerous and deadly than she’d ever imagined. He’d beaten her and tried to have her killed more than once. And she wanted him handled before he succeeded at putting her in a coffin.
She had a son to think about.
So when Lamar told her that he would “ride or die” for her, then licked his lips—in that moment she saw the hunger in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her body—she decided to test him.
“Come eat my pussy,” she had told him over the phone.
And he’d come to her, his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, causing heat to flare through her pussy. Pasha felt shivers traveling through her body as the recollection of Lam
ar’s pussy-eating skills slid through her memory. They’d been heavenly. And so had his smooth, dark dick. Delicious. Thick and curved. Nestled in a thick patch of black pubic hair.
She felt drool gathering in her mouth as she remembered the way she’d cupped his balls. Massaged them. Then slipped them into her mouth, slathering them with lots of spit. He’d loved his dick sucked sloppily. Her mouth had become luxuriously wet the first time she’d sucked him into her mouth, his dick pushing past her tonsils, the warmth of her throat heating his cock until he spilled his hot, creamy seeds into her mouth, and down in her throat.
From that moment on, a bond between the two of them had formed, something scandalously decadent and disturbingly beautiful. Lamar had taught her things about who she was, who she thought she’d never become. He’d kept her dirty secrets. Had promised to take them to his grave with him.
And she owed him so much for that.
Still, sucking and fucking him was only meant to be a means to an end. A good fuck for a greater cause, until he helped her carry out her plan.
Destroying her husband Jasper. Blowing up stash houses, taking him for everything he was worth—millions. Lamar had been there every step of the way, willing to do whatever, whenever…for her.
Even covering up murders.
And in the end, she’d found love in her heart for him. And made a true friend.
Pasha swallowed back the painful memories…and the naked images of Lamar. Her past was bittersweet. But her present was full of blessings.
