Nairobia’s heart stopped at the sound of tearing fabric. She wasn’t going to resist. She welcomed it. And had he been lucid enough to realize that fact, he would have surely seen she wasn’t fighting him. That she’d manipulated this—this sordid encounter.
Lamar grabbed the slit of her dress and yanked. The thin, silky fabric tore open, exposing her bare pussy.
Her left breast exposed, Nairobia moaned as her nipple peaked.
“I told you to fall the fuck—”
Lamar never finished the thought. Hands pinned tightly against the wall, Nairobia leaned in and crashed her mouth against his and prowled inside, kissing him with a ferocity that snatched his breath. He didn’t kiss random broads. Ever. But here he was, caught up in her wicked kiss, his tongue searching greedily for hers. She bit down on his lip. Dug her nails into his flesh. And that sent him reeling, barreling over in aching lust.
She was a whore, for fuck’s sake! Of course she wanted it rough. That’s what whores liked. Rough, dirty fucking. He’d been chained to vanilla sex for far too damn long. Now he wanted something different. Nairobia had pulled a beast out of him from somewhere he hadn’t known existed.
Somewhere dark.
Letting go of her wrists, Lamar broke their heated kiss and stepped back from her, savagely ripping off her dress, the garment finally fluttering to the floor around her feet. He took in her naked body, and something flared in his eyes. Obsession.
He wanted her. His dick ached for her.
“I’ma fuck the shit outta you,” he growled, impatience and need thrumming through his veins.
Nairobia taunted him with a sexy grin. “Promise, my love?”
His nose flared. “I’m not fuckin’ playin’ wit’ you.” He yanked his shirt off over his head and threw it across the room.
Nairobia’s lips curled into a devilish grin. “Then give me what I want. Neuk me, klootzak! Mijn honger kut voeden met je harde lul.”
Lamar’s jaw tightened. “What did you just say to me, yo?” His dark tone made Nairobia shiver. The way his eyes darkened made her body burn.
“I said fuck me, motherfucker! Feed my hungry pussy with your hard dick.”
Her words shocked him. But why should they? He’d heard her curse in her films. Knew she liked dirty talk. He’d watched enough of her movies to know. As classy as she was, she still liked it filthy. Still, he hadn’t expected it, completely. Yet, it turned him on.
Surprising her and himself, Lamar picked her up, shoved her back against the wall and took her mouth fiercely, giving her a hot, dirty kiss; the kiss blanking his mind as her tongue melded into his. He knew he’d regret this in the morning. But, this very moment, he didn’t give a fuck. He had to have her.
Breaking from their long, hot, tongue-lingering kiss, Lamar bent to her breasts and sucked them into his mouth, one after the other, hard. Nairobia groaned in pleasure, arching toward him, digging her fingers in his locks, and raking her nails in his scalp.
Lamar groaned as he sucked her nipples. Then slowly bit into each one. Nairobia cried out, her hips slowly winding, grinding her wet pussy into him. She was so caught up in the heat and the moment that she didn’t know when he had the time to unfasten his jeans and pull down his boxers before she felt his dick. It was thick. And heavy. And deliciously curved.
Her pussy clenched for it.
“Yes, yes, yes…you sexy, motherfucker…mmm…u grote lul thug…”
She called him a big-dick thug, but all he understood was the word thug. “Yeah, baby, I’ma thug, muhfucka. You want this thug dick, huh,” he gasped as he tore his mouth away, breathing roughly. Heat bubbled in his veins. “You want me to bust ya guts up…?”
She didn’t speak. She trapped him with a wrenching glare instead, sending Lamar’s blood boiling. In one swift motion, he reached under her right leg and pulled it up over his arm. He slammed his dick in. Rough, uncaring. One motion and he was balls deep inside her. And Nairobia gasped. He pushed her leg further back, her toes touching the wall. She was unbelievably flexible. And wet. So fucking wet.
Lamar groaned, his hips pressing against hers, causing a delicious heat against her clit. He felt his dick at the mouth of her cervix, and nearly lost it. Her pussy was maddening. Lifting her other leg up, he pinned her firmly against the wall. And stroked himself into her clutching heat. He felt himself on the verge of explosion.
Already.
He pulled out. And then it hit him. He wasn’t wearing a condom.
Fuck.
It was too late to turn back now. He was already teetering, dangerously unraveling. Already being reckless. He’d already felt her raw insides. And he wanted more of it. Gripping her hips, Lamar probed her slick, creamy cunt with his cock, the head pooling with pre-cum, tickling the center of her slit. He pushed his way back in. She was tight, so goddamn amazingly tight, tighter than he imagined. How could that be?