The Pleasure Zone(69)
She was a fucking temptress.
That was a problem.
And his hard dick had the potential to be an even bigger problem if he didn’t stay in control. He wasn’t about to sign up for any drama. But fuck if he didn’t want to split her yams open one good time, and push his dick up in her guts; just once.
He looked over at her one last time, before navigating his muscular frame through the crowd. He made a mental note to check her ass. ASAP. He touched the earbud discreetly plugged in his ear, relieved when someone from his detail radioed in for him to come down to the club’s main level.
Nairobia watched him as he walked off and grinned slyly as he disappeared from her view.
You can run, but you can’t hide your desires, my darling. I will have you in my bed. Soon. And melt my cunt all over your cock…
She threw her head back.
And climaxed.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Aside from stacking his money, Lamar had three weaknesses: beautiful women, good pussy, and superb head—and not necessarily in that order. He simply loved beautiful women. He loved fucking. And he loved getting his thick, black cock sucked, sloppily, deep and wet.
Shit.
And he had no problem getting either of the three.
But working at The Pleasure Zone was really starting to become a challenge for him. Temptation swirled up all around him. It hovered over him like a noose, swinging, waiting to slide down over his head, around his neck and strangle the shit out of him.
He decided that he had to get away from it before it lured him in, and had him strung the fuck out.
This club.
Nairobia.
Fucking Nairobia!
Not that he was afraid of her. He wasn’t afraid of any broad. And he definitely wasn’t afraid of pussy. No. He was afraid of himself. He was afraid of giving into the temptation and then becoming hooked on this shit around him at the club.
All this fucking and sucking, all this pussy and ass on display, had his head spinning.
The shit was better than watching porn.
And it kept his dick hard.
He’d never been addicted to anything other than making money. Period.
But desire was fucking with him.
The devil was fucking with him.
Nairobia was fucking with him. Her and that body, and those sexy-ass gray eyes of hers could tempt him to…
Lamar shook his head.
She was sin draped in diamonds. She was wickedness dipped in sweet honey.
She was…
Goddamn mesmerizing.
She was a walking wet dream.
Fucking porn-star bitch!
A fucking disaster waiting to happen!
He knew it.
And he had to keep telling himself to not let his aching dick fuck up his bread. Had to keep reminding himself that she was a motherfucking potential problem.
She was hellfire personified.
And every time he was around her, flames engulfed his balls, licked at his dick, and had him ready to nut on himself.
Motherfuck, he wanted to beat her pussy up so goddamn bad. The thought alone made heat inside him rise. He knew what a broad like her needed. She needed a good fucking, a hard, balls-deep pounding. She needed his curved dick deep in her ass, gripping him like a fist, her ass clenching hard around his thick cock.
Yeah, that’s what she needed. For him to bust her ass wide open. That would teach the sexpot not to taunt a cat like him.
Gritting his teeth as he pressed the call button and waited for the elevator to descend to the main level of the club, Lamar glanced at his watch.
4 a.m.
The club would close in another two hours. But the place was still packed with club-goers starving for a night of untamed pleasures.
Lamar couldn’t believe how many nasty-ass mofos there were out there, looking for any way to unleash their hidden, freaky desires. Hell, he’d be the first to admit he loved getting freaky with it. But, goddamn. These motherfuckers up in here took the word freak to a whole other level.
And the shit fascinated him to no end.
But, again…there was this one caveat.
Nairobia.
The stunning bombshell with the deep, raspy voice whom he’d witnessed, firsthand, toy with men, then devour them with her cunningness. She could eat a man whole. Literally. Yet, the things about her he wanted so desperately to avoid were the same things he found himself drawn to.
She was focused. She knew what she wanted. And when she had her sights set on something—or someone, she was unyielding. And had no problem going after it. He found himself attracted to her aggressiveness. She could be extreme and uncompromising…and that shit turned him the fuck on.
He’d done his homework—used his resources and connects to uncover whatever he could about her—before he handed her the contract to employ his company’s services.
In addition to providing security detail, his company also provided background checks. And, yes, like with all his potential clients, he had a file on Nairobia. Thin as it was, it told him what he needed to know.