His face glistened, soaked from her sex juices. He licked his lips. Sucked on his fingers. Licked his lips again. “Don’t move,” he commanded as he kicked off his loafers. Unfastened his slacks and stepped out of them. Off came his underwear. His heavy dick sprang upward, pointing out like a tree branch.
Nairobia’s body still quaked from her orgasm and the sight of him only intensified her spasms. She stood frozen in place, her drenched labia throbbing for more of him. Marcel was all muscle. And long, hard dick. She didn’t trust herself not to move, not to reach out for his cock, for him, so she ran her fingers over her pussy, then dug two fingers inside and gathered her sticky arousal as Marcel stroked himself.
“You want this dick between your lips, baby…?” he muttered, his hand slowly moving back and forth along his veined shaft.
She touched her soaked fingers to her mouth. She opened it, then hungrily licked.
“Yes, my darling,” she muttered over her fingers. “I want. I need…”
“To suck this dick,” Marcel responded. And then he swept in, spun her around, grabbed her at the waist, and lifted her up off her feet. It all happened so quickly, so expertly, that all she could do was gasp. She bent at the waist, her ass in his face, as she leaned her head in, parted her lips and sucked the head of his moistened dick into her mouth.
“Aaaaah, shit,” Marcel hissed. “Sucer la bite, bébé.”
And she did as he commanded.
Sucked his dick as he pressed his face into her cunt.
The feast had only just begun…
NINETEEN
Nairobia opened her eyes, and stretched, feeling deliciously satiated from her torrid night of cunnilingus. Marcel had been a man of his word when he’d said he wanted to lick her to pleasure. He and his extraordinary tongue had done just that, leaving no parts of her body untouched. He’d loved on her cunt, laved on her clit, and drank in her spurting juices with so much passion that she’d felt the room spinning as he feasted on every part of her swollen sex, sending shivers over her sensitive skin.
She couldn’t remember if she’d shown him out. And she couldn’t remember exactly when she’d drifted off to sleep. But the minute she heard the light snores beside her, her breath caught. Oh no, no, no. Say it isn’t so…
She slowly turned her head to the left of her. And her eyes widened. She shot up in bed.
Oh God.
It was so.
There he was in her bed. Naked. The sheets whirled around him. Sleeping like a baby. Lightly snoring. This was a no-no. She allowed no man to sleep in her bed—or stay the night, ever. And the only lover she’d had in her bed most recently had been her boy-toy, Josiah. She’d given him a taste of her kut, then rewarded him for licking out multiple orgasms with a generous dose of pussy as she climbed up over him, positioned his thick cock between her lips so she could slide down over him. His strong, pulsing cock had felt so good in her. It always felt good in her. She’d ridden him into her fire, burning him with each stroke, owning him, taking what she needed from him until his neck arched, his back bowed upward from the bed, and he’d released a pleasured hiss between clenched teeth as she clutched his dick and cream flowed from her body. His cry of release, the sound so masculine, so wild, so…needy had caused her cunt to spasm and wring out another climax. Then after she’d freed his balls of its warm milk, she’d kissed him deeply on the mouth, and sent him to the guestroom.
Josiah was her only lover…at the moment.
But this, this thing with Marcel was not good. Him snuggled up in her sheets, like some long-lost lover. How had he managed to stay the night?
Her gaze riveted on his chiseled back, then locked on his muscled ass. His body was divine. And his humongous cock…
Sweet Jesus.
She blinked back the memory of the sweet burn she’d experienced the first time Marcel slid it inside her. It’d taken her back to her first time with Lexington Steele when she was a virgin starring in her first porno. Lexington had been so big, so thick, so damn excruciating and deliciously good. But Marcel had been much bigger, much thicker, much more delicious. And his cock pushing past her swollen folds, stretching her slit, had been like having her hymen broken for the first time all over again. The pain had been both shocking and sweet.
It’d seared her cunt as he’d blasted heat through her, while his wife…
Marika.
She stiffened, then hissed at the thought of her being gone. That first time together in Dubai three years ago, Marika had helped guide Marcel’s luscious cock into her quivering cunt, before lowering her own scrumptious pussy over Nairobia’s face, then leaning forward and kissing Marcel passionately. The two of them had set her body ablaze with their raw passion, made her pussy ache with desire…for the both of them.