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Was that what she wanted?
His dick rammed between her sweet, bouncy cheeks?
He groaned again, this time low in his throat.
It was bad enough his dick was overly sensitive from all the blood rushing to it. Now his fucking jeans were sliding against the head making it nearly impossible to keep from busting all over himself.
He needed to spin off. Get away from the door. Now.
Move, muhfucka, he told himself.
As if hearing his thoughts, Nairobia spread her legs wider and moaned again, this time much louder, more urgent, her fingers plunging deep inside her cunt with unrelenting strokes. Her hips thrashed.
And Lamar…well, he did what any straight, horny, curious motherfucker would do.
Stood there.
Waited to see what would happen next.
Nairobia’s fingers went deeper in her cunt. And he smelled the heady, wet scent of her arousal.
“Come fuck me, my love…mmm…ooooh, ja, ja, ja…”
Lamar’s body stiffened. Wait? Was she talking to him? Had she seen him all along, lurking?
Was she purposefully enticing him?
“Mmmm…fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck mijn kut…oooh…yes, yes, yessss…lick mijn kut…uhhh…”
Lamar groaned inwardly again, and forced himself to remember the girl he had at home—well, home at her own crib, waiting for him. Still, it did nothing for the raw itch he had to push open the door and drag Nairobia to the edge of her desk, throw her legs up over his broad shoulders, and sink his dick deep into that perfectly tight-looking pussy of hers.
He swallowed. Cursed under his breath. Leave now, muhfucka! Spin off. Go home to your girl and fuck her brains out.
“Oooh…I’m so wet…so horny…mmmmmm…”
Her catlike purring made his dick hard all over again, seized him by the balls, igniting his blood. She had his pulse racing. Had him breathing so hard he could hardly see straight. Lamar swallowed against the lust and took a step back. He had to bounce now before his dick—the shit felt heavy, like it was filled with cement—caused him to do something he’d regret later.
There were only two options.
To fuck, or not to fuck…
Nairobia increased the tempo of her fingers over her clit.
Lamar cursed under his breath again. Then eased back from the door. He was leaving, but not the same way he’d come in—with a hard, throbbing dick.
Nairobia cried out. Her body thrashed. Adrenaline spiked, searing through her body as she orgasmed.
She was determined to have the sexy, rugged, bouncer/bodyguard/pussy punisher in her bed, and between her sultry thighs. Oh, yes. Lamar was going to be a deliciously painful challenge. One she was determined to conquer. Patience, she warned herself. Reel him in slowly. She just needed to ensure he stayed around long enough for the ride.
Her trembling cunt clutched around her fingers. She grinned, closing her eyes, and moaning. She swore she’d own him, his cock…and that beautiful mouth of his.
If it was the last thing she ever did…
TWENTY-NINE
Nairobia whisked inside the entrance of Nappy No More II, lifting her shades over her head. She greeted Zeus with customary air-kisses. “Hey, diiiiiva,” he cooed, getting up and assessing her attire. Once again, she’d come in and slayed him with another scrumptious handbag. Dior. And he was sick with envy.
But she gave him life every time she served him.
