They finally made it back to the erupting penis. “Dig, Ma. I wanna see you again,” he said, before leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.
Nairobia’s clitoris throbbed. She fought the painful urge to take his big hand and shove it between her thighs, maneuvering his fingers over her sex.
She cocked her head, matching his heated gaze with one of her own. “Then I guess you’ll have to find your way to me.”
He looked at her glossed lips as if he were considering how soft they might feel against his, and—without permission, without care—framed her face with the palm of his hands, then ducked his head and slowly brushed his lips against hers. He eased back, and grinned.
“I’m good at finding what I want. Make sure you’re ready for me when I do.” He leaned in and, this time, kissed the edge of her mouth. He drew back. “Enjoy the rest of ya night, beautiful. My peoples will be watchin’ to make sure no one else comes at you crazy.”
His peoples? What peoples? And who was this Mystery Man?
Nairobia glanced around VIP, then back at him, giving him a quizzical look. “Who? Where are they?”
“All over, baby,” he said. “I got eyes everywhere.”
For a moment, she wondered if she should be worried that this stranger had eyes keeping watch on her. She hadn’t anticipated being stalked tonight, or any other night, for that matter. But she wasn’t in Europe anymore. She was in the United States, for God’s sake. The land of the crazies and the deviants.
It hadn’t occurred to her, until now, that if she planned on living in the States that perhaps she needed her own security here after all. She touched her Mystery Man’s arm. “Thank you for your concern. But, I’m fine, my darling. Besides, there’s club security everywhere. I’m in good hands.”
His lips curled into a lopsided smile. “Oh, I see. You’re definitely fine, baby. And you’ll be in even better hands when I get at you again.” He glanced at his Rolex. Shit. He really had to go. He didn’t want to, but he knew his uncle would keep blowing up his phone all night. Kashmir wasn’t the kind of man who took to waiting, on anyone, for too long.
“I gotta bounce. I’ma be checkin’ for you real soon. Be ready.”
What was she supposed to get ready for? Did he not know she was always ready? He had to know who she was, no? Yes, yes. Of course he did. Why else would he be at her private party?
Breathlessly, Nairobia eyed him as he started walking off, then she called out to him. “Wait. I didn’t get your name, my love.”
He flashed her another award-winning, dimpled smile. “It’s Coal. As in black rock.”
She slid her finger in the basin of melted chocolate, then shamelessly stuck her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean, wondering exactly how black and how thick his rock truly was. He shook his head, smiling. All Nairobia saw when he looked at her—before he turned on his heel and maneuvered his way out of the club—were a pair of eyes that sparkled like two beautiful black diamonds staring back at her.
She watched him vanish into the crowd, leaving her to her salacious thoughts and wondering how he planned on finding her in a big city like New York.
TEN
“Deeper…mmm…yes.”
Nairobia’s nails raked down Josiah’s back as his cock plunged into her pussy. It was creeping past four in the morning and their bodies had been rocking into the bedsprings for over an hour. Her pussy had been severely overheating ever since her encounter with the dark-as-midnight Mystery Man at the club.
Her body on fire, Nairobia had returned to her suite to find Josiah stretched out across the sofa, naked. Waiting for her, his cock lying languidly to one side over his thigh as it always did.
His eyes glazed with sexual hunger, Josiah had crooked his finger at her, motioning her over to him. She’d smiled and licked her lips, then slid out of her skimpy skirt and stepped out of it, before walking over to him and straddling his face, giving him what he’d been yearning for.
A taste of her cunt.
Her melting on his tongue.
Her coming all over his mouth.
He’d licked her and sucked on her clit until she orgasmed. Now she was on her back. She usually took control and rode him. But tonight she wanted him to have the lead, this time. So here she was on her back, her legs wrapped around Josiah’s waist, moaning as his cock stroked over her sweet spot, causing her folds to swell beautifully.
She felt so damn good. Too fucking good to be true.
Josiah wanted to come, badly, but not until he’d drained Nairobia. Not until he’d fucked her helplessly dry. He’d been doing his damnedest to fuck her until she stapped out. But he knew the task was wishful thinking.