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A slow grin rolled over her lips as he stuffed his dick back in his boxer briefs, then fastened his pants. She didn’t know what she was going to do about Officer Rawlings or Martinez or Corbet or Thurman, or the slew of other COs here at Croydon Hill who would eventually end up standing in line, waiting to get into the walls of her sweet cunt.
All she knew was, she’d keep fucking whoever made it worth her while.
She was Heaven.
And everyone wanted to get to heaven.
It wasn’t in the sky. And it wasn’t where souls ascend to in the afterlife. No, Heaven was here on earth, behind barbed wire and concrete and steel.
And it was right here between her smooth, sexy thighs.
Where it’d always been.
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BY ALLISON HOBBS AND CAIRO
AVAILABLE FROM STREBOR BOOKS
One
Milk chocolate perfection, that’s what she was . . .
Wet need stretched through her pussy in a slow-flowing river of heat as she stepped out of her Mercedes S600, handing her key fob to the tall, lanky, good-looking valet in his early twenties. Too young. But still worthy of a sly glance. Sure, she’d fuck him in a heartbeat had she’d been another type of woman, one smutty and unscrupulous. But he was just a horny boy in her eyes, one clearly mesmerized by her beauty. However, he wasn’t worthy to sniff her panties or lick around her cunt, so . . . no thank you.
She needed someone old enough to know what to do with her and her never-ending curves. She needed a man who knew how to ride her body, and fuck her down into a mattress. She suspected the young valet would be a clumsy-fuck, at best.
Still, it was flattering. His ogling, that was.
A slight smile edged its way over her glossed MAC lips as she caught his gaze sweeping over her body. Or maybe it was the backless dress with the plunging neckline—red, silky . . . and very clingy—that had him seemingly flustered, and stuttering out a hello. Whatever the case, she found him adorable.
She slipped him a ten-dollar bill, then tucked her purse beneath her arm, and strutted toward her destination, her hips swaying, her ass bouncing, every which way. She felt her adrenaline surging through her veins as her strappy heels clicked over asphalt, then concrete, moving toward brick and mortar.
Sublime pussy.
That’s what Arabia Knight knew she had.
Breath-taking.
Heart-stopping.
Toe-curling.
Sweet, sticky slices of wet heaven that melted over a hard cock like warm honey. There was no mistaking it. Her juicy cunt was the crème de la crème. And she had a scandalously long list of lovers and past stalkers to prove it.
And she had a few tricks between her smooth thighs that would drop a man to his knees, and have him eating out of the palms of her paraffin-soft hands. And she knew, the minute she slid down on his shaft, rolled her hips, and clamped her walls around his dick that he’d fall in love.
They always did.
Any time one of her many lovers cried out her name or sputtered out inaudible chants, she became keenly more aware, more empowered, more inspired. Each time her pussy spasmed, and she heard them call out to the heavens or whisper sweet nothings in her ear, she knew. Her pussy was some exclusive, platinum-plus-American-Express-Black-Card-type shit. She had to laugh to herself. Men never wanted to leave home without it. It was, what she liked to call it, that snap-trap pussy. Wet. Juicy. Steamy. Dick-clutching. Skin-sucking tight.
And, tonight, she was looking to snap her trap around something good, something dangerously thick. She was a woman on a mission, a woman on the prowl. She’d worn the dress and sexy heels for one purpose and one purpose only: to seduce.
Then get fucked.
She always wore red when she wanted to be wild, when she wanted to fulfill her wanton urges. Tonight was the night. She was a huntress, on the hunt. She knew the drill. All she had to do was use her womanly wiles to lure her prey to her. Then strike.
Luckily, she wasn’t on a hunting expedition for another lover this evening, just a one-night stand. So there’d be no need for formalities. Not at this establishment. Just hot, naughty—hopefully dirty—sex.
