“You can’t keep doing what?” she asked, stepping in to him. “Denying yourself what we both know you ache for?” She ran her hand down over his chest again, then over his abs, before her palm descended lower.
Oh my…
He was hard and thick as she imagined he’d be. She dragged her hand over his erection. Instead of removing her hand, all he kept thinking was why the fuck Lana couldn’t be as hungry, as aggressive for him as she was? Why didn’t she just give him some head when he’d needed it the most? His balls were aching; he couldn’t think about anything else. But release.
“Tell me, my love,” she purred, stepping in closer, surrounding him with her heat. Her lips were inches from his. “What can’t you keep doing?”
“Wanting you. Imagining you,” he pushed out, surprising himself at the answer. His voice had gotten huskier. “You keep fuckin’ wit’ me, ma.”
Her cunt clenched. She liked the way ma rolled off his tongue.
“Indulge your desires, my love.” She reached for his fly. “And free yourself to the pleasure…”
He gritted his teeth. “I’m telling you, yo. Stop fuckin’ wit’ me.”
Nairobia swallowed, beginning to pant. “Or what?” she challenged, palming him again, squeezing his dick.
This fucking broad was relentless. She wasn’t going to quit until he had her bent over her desk, with her ass in the air. But what was he really doing to stop her?
Not a goddamn thing!
His zipper went down.
Fuck. This shit was all Lana’s fault. Nairobia’s hand went down into his jeans. Fuck. He needed somebody to blame for what he was considering. Lana should have been on her job at keeping her man happy. Should have given him some pussy, some head…something, instead of leaving him with blue balls. Lamar sighed. Maybe—for a greedy, unguarded moment, he could break Nairobia off some dick just this one time. That’s it. Dick her good so she could fall back from her BS, and let him do his fucking job without all the extras. No harm, no foul. Right?
He was a grown-ass man with a hard-ass dick.
She was a grown-ass woman with a fat-ass, wet pussy.
They were both two consenting adults.
So what he had a girl?
She wasn’t fucking him right anyway.
Afterward, he could blame his indiscretion on a moment of weakness, the result of a horny, throbbing dick and a lack of reasoning.
Masculine heat and testosterone pulsed around them. He gave her a look, so raw, so primal that it made Nairobia’s simmering juices pool in the center of her cunt.
THIRTY-ONE
He’d been hanging onto that thin thread, trying desperately to maintain his composure, but she’d kept fucking with him until he’d snapped. Suddenly Lamar was against Nairobia, panting in her face. “Is this what you want, huh?” He growled low in her ear, grinding himself into her. “This hard dick?”
He tried to use restraint. But it was too late. He was beside himself. Drunk in lust. He was staggering in need. He knew his delusions of staying away from her and not fucking her had been wishful thinking. She’d pushed him to the edge. And now he was determined to bring them both over the sexual cliff.
Before he could think straight—talk himself out of it, he had her pinned up against the wall. Her arms up over her head, he held both wrists in place with one hand, restraining her, trying to tamp down his fury and desire. “I warned you to stop ya bullshit, yo. But you wanna keep fuckin’ wit’ me. You like teasin’ muhfuckas, huh?”
“Fuck me,” Nairobia goaded. “Fuck me senseless, if you dare.”
She saw heat and anger flash in his eyes, and her pussy clenched.
Fearlessly, she moaned. She wasn’t afraid he’d hurt her. She wanted him to hurt her. Wanted him to rob her of her juices and steal her soul. She knew he was open and voracious for her. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she’d break his resolve.
And she had.
Now she had him right where she wanted him. His body pressed against hers, between her thighs, smoldering need enflaming them.
And she was looking forward to the delicious repercussions.
“I’m warnin’ you, yo. You playing wit’ fire.”
She dared him with her eyes, blazing in raw passion. “Mmm. Burn me, my darling. My kut is already in flames. Slide your cock in my heat. Burn me with your hard thrusts. Take my pussy. And let’s go up in flames together.”
She licked at his face.
Lamar tightened his grip on her wrists. She thought this a game. Thought he was some fucking toy. And that knowing only incensed him more. With his free hand, he ripped her dress open, baring her breasts.