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It was too late to turn back now. He was already teetering, dangerously unraveling. Already being reckless. He’d already felt her raw insides. And he wanted more of it. Gripping her hips, Lamar probed her slick, creamy cunt with his cock, the head pooling with pre-cum, tickling the center of her slit. He pushed his way back in. She was tight, so goddamn amazingly tight, tighter than he imagined. How could that be?
Her cunt had tons of dick miles on it and, yet, here she was tighter than his girl. He hadn’t even been back inside her more than a minute and already the base of his spine tingled. Her snug walls created a sinful friction that made him dizzy.
He had to blink back the stars floating around him. He shut his eyes tight. Then opened them.
Nairobia grabbed his dick, her walls milking his shaft. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her gaze locked on his. “Give me your thick, black dick, my love…oooh…yes…yes…give my kut your cock and cream…” Her body opened to him, welcoming him. He entered her deep. Pleasure burned his gut, clutched his balls, and made him weak-kneed.
Stroking, stroking, stroking, he was becoming lost in pleasure, lost in her. “Aaah…oh shit…yeah, baby…uhhh…you so muthafuckin’ wet…”
“Ja, ja, ja…take my kut, fucker…dig your cock deep in me…”
He slammed in her. “Oh, you wanna talk shit, huh, bitch?”
Whap!
Her hand came hard across his face. Being called a bitch excited her. Slapping him was to anger him so he’d call her out of her name again.
Lamar’s face stung. His pupils flared. He pulled out, and slammed harder inside her, his curved cock boomeranging around her walls, hitting every nook, every crack, of her core. Each thrust slammed her back into the wall.
He grated, “Is this”—thrust—“what”—harder thrust—“you want?”—unrestrained thrust”—“Me bangin’?”—deeper thrust—“your muthafuckin’?”—savage thrust—“guts out?”
Nairobia couldn’t stop moaning if she wanted to. He felt too good inside her, his curve, his thickness…so delicious. Her cunt grasped and pulsed around him, milking him, as his cock swept around her walls. Curved cock was divine. He was divine.
“This what the fuck you wanted, right? Huh, bitch? A hard fuck?” he bit out, pummeling deep inside her, fucking her mercilessly.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, and he hissed. “Motherfuck. I didn’t wanna give you this dick”—two hard thrusts—“but… uhh…you wanna”—three hard thrusts—“keep fuckin’ wit’ me…aaah…shiiit…”
Nairobia’s breath, hot on his neck, burned his flesh. His throat. She couldn’t keep her eyes off the thick tendons and the way his Adam’s apple moved. She sunk her teeth into the column of his neck. Bit his lips. And called him every dirty name imaginable.
Lamar’s pulse spiked. Everything about her was paralyzing. She had him practically shivering. “You have me so fuckin’ hot for you,” he rasped. “Got me cheatin’ on my fuckin’ girl. Fuckin’ scandalous bitch.”
Whap!
She slapped him again, her pussy wildly clutching around friction and heat.
Lamar growled. “Fuckin’ whore…slut…uhh…good muthafuckin’ pussy…shiiiit…” He slammed in and out, in and out, harder, faster.
“Choke me, vreemdgaan motherfucker,” Nairobia hissed, calling him a cheating motherfucker. “Ja, ja, ja…”
Lamar’s hand went to her neck, and he pressed until her eyes widened. Until she clawed at the wall, until the mouth of her cervix snapped at the head of his cock, until she soaked him and a delicious pleasure swirled up and around his balls. An avalanche of raging desire swelled in his cock. He thrust in and out of her body, his strokes relentless.
Lamar moaned as his climax neared. Nairobia reached for his pebbled nipples and pinched them as she orgasmed around his cock. His muscles bulged. Electricity soared through him. He threw his head back and let out a ferocious growl that vibrated through her body. His legs shook. A moment later, his seed gushed hotly inside her, and his world nearly went blank.
THIRTY-TWO
Sure he’d climaxed quick. But the way his curved cock swept around in her cunt, Nairobia wouldn’t hold his speedy release against him. Lamar’s cock had so much potential that she wasn’t the least bit agitated that he’d not been able to last long. Though she’d hoped he could handle her slick heat, she really hadn’t expected him to. In fact, most men couldn’t. Not the first time anyway.
So there was no surprise there.
She chuckled to herself as she eyed him wiping his sticky cock with a warm, soapy cloth that she’d handed him, then drying his cock and balls off with a plush towel before stuffing himself back into his underwear.
Nothing was said between them.
He’d fucked her hard, every controlled thrust bursting with power, his cock claiming her wetness, his balls slapping at the back of her. Yes. The cock was good, so she already decided she would allow him an opportunity at redemption. Until then, she would let him stew in his failure. Let him wallow in his disappointment.
Lamar finished dressing, unable to look at her.
His dick wasn’t little by any means, but he felt small. His pride shriveled.
