And it did.
Being pressed into his hard body, his heat seeped through her. She could practically feel his heartbeat beating on her back. And the feel of his swollen cock brushing into her clit and up on her ass had awakened her sleeping cunt. Now it purred for a good stroking.
He grinned crookedly. “What was that sexy shit you just said to me, Ma?”
A coy smile drifted across her mouth. “If our paths cross again, my love, I’d rather show you than tell you.”
A glimmer of arousal lighted Mystery Man’s eyes as his hand slid to her lower back. “Oh, word? Then I think I’d better make sure we make it happen.”
“Perhaps you should,” Nairobia said sassily. “But be warned, my love. I will be like no other.”
Mystery Man smiled again. “Baby, I like the sound of that.”
He reached for her hand and took it in his strong grip, then attempted to lead her through the crowd back to where he’d found her. But horny men, hungry for Nairobia’s attention, surged around them, like vultures stalking road-kill, trying to feed.
They’d patiently waited, and now they wanted their turn with the beautiful vixen.
A fair-skinned man with hazel eyes grabbed her arm as she walked by holding Mystery Man’s hand. “Pleasure, baby. Would you mind taking a picture with me?”
Mystery Man frowned at the inebriated man, but Nairobia didn’t see the harm of taking a photo with him. He looked perfectly harmless enough, a bit drunk, but nothing to cause alarm.
“Nah, fam,” Mystery Man said, giving the guy a menacing glare. “You see she with me, right?”
“Yeah, but—”
“But nothin’, muhfucka. Fall back.”
Nairobia’s cunt clenched at his abruptness.
Next, a gorgeous, Latino-looking man grabbed Nairobia and kissed her on the cheek, then licked the side of her neck, like some slobbering Saint Bernard.
“Damn, Pleasure, baby,” another man said, grabbing her hand. “Loved you in Slut Season. Will there ever be a part two?”
“Not with me starring in it,” Nairobia said lightheartedly. “But thank you, my darling.”
Mystery Man pulled her along.
Another drunk admirer said, “Tell me something, Pleasure. Is that pussy as sweet as it looks on screen? Me an’ my dick wanna know.”
Nairobia smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s sweeter,” she said evenly. She was used to men getting drunk, then becoming obnoxiously lewd. But when he grabbed her ass with his big hand, and said, “I’d love to take my dick and shove it in this fat, juicy ass,” Nairobia slapped the drunken man’s hand from her ass, and gave him a scathing look. “Look. Don’t touch.”
Klootzak!
How dare that asshole try to maul her at her own damn party!
Before Nairobia could open her mouth to say another word, Mystery Man stopped and turned his dark eyes to her, his brows drawn tight, his gaze narrowed. “Yo, did that dumb muhfucka just put his hands on you?” A muscle ticked in his chiseled jaw.
His aura turned dangerously dark. Taken aback by this devastatingly handsome man’s roguish demeanor filled Nairobia with a dizzying heat. She blinked twice. Her pussy clenched for more. His aggression and raw masculinity suddenly became overwhelming.
Quelling the urge to fan herself, she glanced at the drunken man still leering at her, then dismissively said, “It’s nothing to bother with. No harm—”
“Yeah, potnah, no harm—” He wasn’t able to get the rest of his words out. Mystery Man’s fist cracked into the drunken man’s jaw, knocking him to the dance floor in one punch.
Oh God no!
Why had he done that?
And why had no one come over to assess the situation?
Where was security when you needed them?
Nairobia loathed violence, but there was something disturbingly sexy about this mystery stranger wanting to defend her honor. Blood hummed in her body.
Still…this was not acceptable.
Nairobia looked down at the poor drunken soul sprawled out on the floor, a flicker of pity in her eyes, before she turned her gaze to her Mystery Man’s. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said over the music.
“Yeah, I did,” he said, his smoldering eyes locked on hers. The club’s flashing lights softened his beautifully rugged face, but there was still an edge to his voice. “I don’t play that disrespect shit. And the next muhfucka who comes at you sideways is gonna get his jaw rocked.”
Mijn heer!
My Lord!
Why was her cunt clutching uncontrollably? Suddenly, her clit ached to be sucked into his mouth. Possessively, he pulled her in front of him, his warm palm resting slightly above the crack of her ass as he escorted her off the dance floor.