He bathed her stomach in kisses, stuck his tongue in her navel, and caused her flesh to quiver. “Spread your legs open for me, baby,” he urged softly, his gaze fixed on the mocha-colored hood of her clitoris as she opened her thighs. She took her hands and spread herself open to him.
Marcel stared at her glistening, puffy mound.
God, she was stunning.
Then he looked up into her smoldering gray eyes and grinned. His eyes glittered with heat and lust as he said, “Your pussy is so beautiful, baby.” He repeated himself in French. “Ta chatte est si belle…”
He moved his face in, and lapped at it until her pink clit distended.
Nairobia moaned. Grabbed the back of his head. “Lick me, my love. Mmm…yes…taste me…”
Then, as if she’d willed her juices to flow, nectar trickled out of her slit. And, without thought, Marcel licked that one drop of dew as if she were a piece of ripened fruit, his tongue touching her opening. His hands captured her ass, and he dug his fingers into the globes of her flesh while he stroked her clit and sucked at her. Nairobia threw her head back and moaned his name.
“Yes, my darling, yes…mmm…tongue my pussy, MarShell…mmm…yes, yes, yes…mijn zoete kut tong…”
Marcel’s tongue lapped at her labia. Probed between the folds of her opening. Then devoured her, so hungry, so greedy, he licked over her pussy, enjoying the taste of her, savoring it. He fucked her in and out with his tongue, the rapid-fire flickering of each stroke drew moans from somewhere deep as he licked and sucked her in all the right spots.
He plunged a finger inside her, causing Nairobia’s back to arch. She purred for him as he stroked her inner walls. She tightened around his finger.
Then one finger became two. And Nairobia slowly rolled her hips, then began to fuck herself down on his oversized hand as the pleasure pulsed through her. She was all slippery heat, her cunt frantically clutching around Marcel’s fingers. He groaned, his steel-hard cock aching, his balls throbbing for release.
Fuck. He ached all over for her. He wanted to fuck, to take every hole she owned with force and fiery heat.
Marcel sucked her swollen clit back into his mouth, fucked her with his fingers until they both felt the sweet storm swirling up inside her, rising higher and higher, crashing harder and harder.
He had her right where he wanted her. On the edge.
She mewled, her nails digging into his scalp. Her eyes became half-lidded, the gray becoming smoky as Marcel licked and licked, his tongue feeling like wet flames against her clit. Nairobia was on the verge of coming all over his face, drowning him in her juices.
She cried out in pleasure. Spoke vulgar and dirty to him in her native tongue. Told him over and over to fuck her with his fingers, his tongue. To lick her pussy, tongue her ass. She cursed him for having such a luscious greedy mouth, for being such a splendid pussy eater. She cursed him for lavishing her cunt and clit with so much sweet affection all the way to the crack of her ass.
Right at this moment, she hated him for being so goddamn good. But she loved his wickedly talented mouth.
Oh, God, how she loved…his sweet licks.
Marcel’s dick jumped furiously, impatiently, wanting to feel the warmth and wetness of her mouth, the soft touch of her hands, the greedy need of her tongue. All he could think about was her mouth swallowing around his cock, milking him, allowing it to slide nearly from her glossed lips, before she swirled her tongue over and around his bulbous head, teasing it. The image alone had him ready to nut. But he refused to unleash his beast until he’d taken her to euphoria, until her knees buckled and she fell limp from an exquisite release.
Until she surrendered to him.
Until she turned everything she was over to him.
He sucked her clit harder—almost savagely, causing her pussy to ripple over his fingers. She cupped and molded her swollen breasts, then tweaked at her nipples.
“Uhhh, uhhhh…ooooh…yes, my darling…yes, yes, yessss…!”
Liquid pleasure scorched through her cunt, sending her spiraling over the edge. Marcel groaned into her, hummed his desire for her and, in that instant, fire danced through her entire body.
Nairobia’s head whipped from side to side, her nails clawing at his scalp as she stood on the brink of—
Delicious sensation.
Fiery energy.
Sweet torture.
Heated pleasure.
Marcel’s tongue danced at her entrance, her clit captured between his teeth, his masculine fingers plunged knuckles deep.
Nairobia stopped breathing, started gasping, her veins threatening to burst.
A waterfall surged, then erupted, spraying out of her body. Marcel drank her in, gulping in as much of her juices as his already full mouth could swallow. He sucked and licked her to the very last drop. Then rose to his feet.