Lamar was beside himself. Crazed with lust. He needed, wanted, to be inside of her. Fucking the shit out of her. He groaned inwardly, his eyes fixed on the silhouette before him. The sound of her pussy, full of warmth and wetness, filled with juicy intense pleasure, swooped around him. The smell of her was sweet. It wafted around her office, then floated through the crack in the door, and settled on his chocolate lips. He could almost taste her.
Goddamn, motherfuck, shit!
This was some fucked-up shit. Standing here. Stalker-like. Prying.
He knew this shit he was doing was all sorts of fucked up. Knew he should turn away. Leave now. But he couldn’t. The erotic sight of her pleasuring herself was too enthralling to walk away from. So he stood there and let his hungry gaze eat up the view. Of her pussy, her delicate fingers, strumming a wet symphony between her slick glistening folds.
His dick throbbed.
His balls ached.
Nairobia’s lashes fluttered, but she managed to keep her lids nearly shut; just enough so Lamar would be none the wiser. That she knew he was there. That she felt his eyes on her, his gaze brushing over her breasts, lingering on her nipples, skittering over her rippling belly, latching onto her clit, so wet, so sensitive, so ready.
She felt the heat.
Felt the burn.
Lamar’s gaze flickered as his eyes caressed her wet flesh, her fingers splashing in and out of her slit. He found himself fantasizing. Imagining the satiny feel of her soft hands on his hard dick, stroking up and down his pulsing shaft. He imagined the feel of her silky mouth as he fed her his dick, filling her jaws with his babies.
Then suspicion crept up his spine, and his mind started to race.
Why the fuck was this broad propped up on her desk like that, diddling in her cunt, with the door ajar for fuck’s sake? Had she wanted to be seen? Was this some twisted fuckery she’d staged? Had she known he was coming up to speak to her?
The thought, the possibility, made his blood boil.
Nairobia moaned, and the heat roiling through his veins instantly went from anger to a smoldering want. He felt the urge to grab at his dick, to pull it out, and stroke it. He needed some pussy, some head, some ass…something before he fucked around and caught a rape charge.
This shit he was doing was…creepy as fuck!
Yet, there he stood. His imagination taking him places he hadn’t wanted to travel. His gaze simmering with a desire he’d never known possible.
In that instant, he hated her for that. For fucking with his resolve. For having him so fucking aroused that the head of his dick leaked, soaking a wet stain in his boxer briefs. This scandalous bitch was trying to incite an orgasm inside his pants without even trying. Or was she?
Trying to have him go caveman on her ass, kicking in the door, dragging her off that pussy-stained desk by her fucking hair, then bending her over and pounding the shit out of her from behind?
Was that what she wanted?
His dick rammed between her sweet, bouncy cheeks?
He groaned again, this time low in his throat.
It was bad enough his dick was overly sensitive from all the blood rushing to it. Now his fucking jeans were sliding against the head making it nearly impossible to keep from busting all over himself.
He needed to spin off. Get away from the door. Now.
Move, muhfucka, he told himself.
As if hearing his thoughts, Nairobia spread her legs wider and moaned again, this time much louder, more urgent, her fingers plunging deep inside her cunt with unrelenting strokes. Her hips thrashed.
And Lamar…well, he did what any straight, horny, curious motherfucker would do.
Stood there.
Waited to see what would happen next.
Nairobia’s fingers went deeper in her cunt. And he smelled the heady, wet scent of her arousal.
“Come fuck me, my love…mmm…ooooh, ja, ja, ja…”
Lamar’s body stiffened. Wait? Was she talking to him? Had she seen him all along, lurking?
Was she purposefully enticing him?
“Mmmm…fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck mijn kut…oooh…yes, yes, yessss…lick mijn kut…uhhh…”
Lamar groaned inwardly again, and forced himself to remember the girl he had at home—well, home at her own crib, waiting for him. Still, it did nothing for the raw itch he had to push open the door and drag Nairobia to the edge of her desk, throw her legs up over his broad shoulders, and sink his dick deep into that perfectly tight-looking pussy of hers.
He swallowed. Cursed under his breath. Leave now, muhfucka! Spin off. Go home to your girl and fuck her brains out.
“Oooh…I’m so wet…so horny…mmmmmm…”
Her catlike purring made his dick hard all over again, seized him by the balls, igniting his blood. She had his pulse racing. Had him breathing so hard he could hardly see straight. Lamar swallowed against the lust and took a step back. He had to bounce now before his dick—the shit felt heavy, like it was filled with cement—caused him to do something he’d regret later.