Page 62 of The Pleasure Zone


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And climaxed.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Aside from stacking his money, Lamar had three weaknesses: beautiful women, good pussy, and superb head—and not necessarily in that order. He simply loved beautiful women. He loved fucking. And he loved getting his thick, black cock sucked, sloppily, deep and wet.

Shit.

And he had no problem getting either of the three.

But working at The Pleasure Zone was really starting to become a challenge for him. Temptation swirled up all around him. It hovered over him like a noose, swinging, waiting to slide down over his head, around his neck and strangle the shit out of him.

He decided that he had to get away from it before it lured him in, and had him strung the fuck out.

This club.

Nairobia.

Fucking Nairobia!

Not that he was afraid of her. He wasn’t afraid of any broad. And he definitely wasn’t afraid of pussy. No. He was afraid of himself. He was afraid of giving into the temptation and then becoming hooked on this shit around him at the club.

All this fucking and sucking, all this pussy and ass on display, had his head spinning.

The shit was better than watching porn.

And it kept his dick hard.

He’d never been addicted to anything other than making money. Period.

But desire was fucking with him.

The devil was fucking with him.

Nairobia was fucking with him. Her and that body, and those sexy-ass gray eyes of hers could tempt him to…

Lamar shook his head.

She was sin draped in diamonds. She was wickedness dipped in sweet honey.

She was…

Goddamn mesmerizing.

She was a walking wet dream.

Fucking porn-star bitch!

A fucking disaster waiting to happen!

He knew it.

And he had to keep telling himself to not let his aching dick fuck up his bread. Had to keep reminding himself that she was a motherfucking potential problem.

She was hellfire personified.

And every time he was around her, flames engulfed his balls, licked at his dick, and had him ready to nut on himself.

Motherfuck, he wanted to beat her pussy up so goddamn bad. The thought alone made heat inside him rise. He knew what a broad like her needed. She needed a good fucking, a hard, balls-deep pounding. She needed his curved dick deep in her ass, gripping him like a fist, her ass clenching hard around his thick cock.

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