She panted. “Yes, my love…with…oooh…mmm…a long…ja, ja…thick…mmm…tongue…uhhhh…oooh, ja, ja…lick my kut…” She grabbed the back of Josiah’s head, pushing his face, his mouth, his tongue deeper into her wet, hungry sex. She wanted him smothered in her juices. “Tongue my pussy, my darling.”
Marcel groaned on the other end of the phone. “Damn, baby…is he eating that pussy right?”
“Yes, my darling, yes…he’s a good pussy eater…mmm…”
Josiah looked up at her, a smile eased over his cunt-juiced lips. He licked her wet seam, then slid a finger inside of her, felt around in her heat. Fucked into her core. Searched for her pleasure zone. Then, when he found it, wedged a second finger in. Nairobia gasped. He loved the sound of her juices. Loved the way the folds of her pussy flared. Her pussy was heaven for him.
He tugged her succulent clit between his lips and softly sucked, nursing on it until it swelled and throbbed against his tongue. Nairobia was on the verge of coming. She dropped her cell, forgetting…
Marcel who?
Marcel what?
He could listen to her cries of pleasure from the floor for all she cared. Her pussy fluttered around Josiah’s tongue and fingers.
And then she came.
SIX
The following afternoon, Nairobia pulled into the subterranean parking garage of her apartment building and was greeted by one of the valet, Ethan. He greeted her with a smile as he opened her door and helped her out of her Lambor-ghini.
She returned his smile and thanked him, before sliding him a twenty-dollar bill. She didn’t have to tip him, but she found the blond-haired, blue-eyed attendant adorable. And she saw how he always looked at her every time he was on shift. With eyes filled with curiosity and heated want.
A part of her wanted to indulge his desires with a dose of good pussy. But she knew fucking him would more than likely ruin him. She didn’t want that on her conscience. Being responsible for turning out yet another, horny manchild.
Josiah was more than enough.
Before him, there had been her young Spanish lover, Felipe. And the one before Felipe had been her Italian Stallion, Carlo. And then there’d been Javier, Zeus, Adam, Mark, Lewis…in that order.
Nairobia never kept any of them around for longer than a year, however. There was no need to. All her lovers ever needed was, a year of good-fuck training from her. She saw it her duty, her sole mission in life, to deliver them toe-curling sexual experiences by teaching them how to be good in bed, how to be open-minded and sexually adventurous. The more open-minded, good lovers there were in the world, the less likely for women to be sexually unfulfilled.
She believed you had to train them—potential lovers—up while they were still young…and teachable. Legal age of, course. Still, you had to get them while they were ripe and ready for the picking, or you might end up with another sexually challenged—or worse, a selfish lover. Nairobia found most men were too set in their egotistical ways and too difficult to open their minds and free them of their sexual repression. Unlocking their inhibitions was more of a challenge than it was sometimes worth.
So she’d rather seduce them while they were young. Fuck one young cock at a time. Turn him out. Then send him out into the world. Hard cocked and horny, prepared to make a woman’s toes curl, fucking deep inside her pleasure zone.
Surprisingly, she’d still kept Josiah around.
He was her special one.
“Enjoy your evening, Miss Jensen,” Ethan said, cutting into her reverie.
Nairobia raked her gaze up and down his body, taking in all five feet, eleven inches of him. He was too meek for her. And way too short. But he had a lean, muscular build. And he had a strong jaw, strong nose, angular face, and high cheekbones. He wore his thick golden-blond hair longish, the ends brushing past his collar. And he had a deep, powerful voice to be so young. Oh he was young. But he was so ripe and ready to have his cock in her.
Oh if only he were a bit more aggressive. She found the meek ones to be…well, let’s see…potentially hazardous. They had the potential to become stalker-ish after a dose of good pussy. That was the last thing she needed on her hands, some sex-crazed manchild pestering her for more pussy. She knew the aftermath of such foolishness. She’d been there, done that: the harassing phone calls, the gifts, the stalking.
Nairobia had no interest in drama.
She shuddered at the memory. “Thank you,” she said. She licked her lips and leaned into Ethan. “I’m sure I’d enjoy you more, my love. Perhaps one day.” Then she kissed him on the cheek, keenly aware by the lump in his pants that she’d aroused him, once again.