The Pleasure Zone(8)

Marcel Kennedy.

Her pussy moistened at one of many sweet memories. His dick wrapped around her plump, juicy lips. Her tongue swirling over and around its thick, plum-shaped head, licking up and down the thick-veined shaft. His fingers lovingly stretching her cunt, stroking her insides until she felt her asshole clenching and her uterus starting to shake.

She could still hear his deep voice, coaxing her, urging her, to suck him into her wet, velvety mouth. One inch…two inches, four inches…then six. She cupped his heavy cum-filled balls—she felt them swelling with want and need in her hand. Her mouth glided back up to the head of his dick, suckling the head, nursing it in the way a hungry newborn would its mother’s nipple, before gliding her mouth back down over his thick, pulsing shaft, sucking in eight inches of dick…nine inches…eleven inches…

She moaned inwardly.

Two fingers became three fingers, getting lost in her wetness, the slickness of her pussy, making it easy for a fourth finger to ease its way in. And then there was another set of hands, soft and gentle, pulling open her ass. She felt the heat of their touch on her skin, the heat of breath caressing her asshole, then the tip of a wet, heated tongue sweeping over its opening, teasing her, taunting her.

She gasped in ecstasy, sucking in the remaining two inches of dick as his sexy wife tongue-fucked her asshole.

Marika.

God rest her beautiful soul.

Marika and Marcel had been the perfect couple. Open and loving. Bold and daring, both with voracious sex drives that allowed the other to openly indulge in surreptitious sexual encounters while the other either watched or, more often than not, participated in. Oh how they were the epitome of uninhibited lovers. Behind closed doors and between the sheets, Marcel and Marika were everything Nairobia could have ever hoped for. They were as close to sexual perfection as it could ever get.

Almost.

Nairobia sighed inwardly. She still couldn’t believe it was a year since her unfortunate death, no…murder.

How tragic.

Killed by some crazed bitch. A one-night stand turned obsession that cost them everything. Marika lost her life. And Marcel lost his soul mate, his lover, his whole world crumbling down around him by the pull of a trigger.

Nairobia had attended the closed-casket funeral. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of celebrities, professional athletes, and mourners flocked to pay their respects. Her heart broke into a thousand pieces seeing Marcel so broken, so lost. Beset with grief. And regret. And guilt.

He was inconsolable for months after Marika’s death. He’d cut himself off from the world. Cocooned from the prying eyes of the press and media. Practically vanishing.

And here he was now, one year later…looking more desirable than ever.

So, so…fuckable.

“…She’s an author, model, and one of the most desired women around the globe…”

Nairobia blinked, catching Marcel’s burning gaze on her flushed face.

“…That’s right, my freaky peeps…tonight’s guest is a woman who has graced the covers of both Playboy and Penthouse; is the CEO of her own production company, Sweet Pleasures; and, has built a multimillion-dollar empire with her exclusive adult toy line, Nasty. Just how we like it…”

I am good pussy.

I am good loving.

I am unforgettable fucking.

Nairobia smiled, slowly crossing one sultry leg over another, then clasping her hands in her lap.

“Without further ado, Tri-State, I introduce to you Nairobia Jansen…” There was the sound of applause coming from in back of her. There were several dozen guests in the studio who’d been invited to tonight’s live show. They would all be given a basket of sex toys and edibles from her latest collection, along with an autographed copy of her book, Good Pussy.

Nairobia adjusted her headphones. “Ooh, thank you, my darling,” she said seductively, while trying to temper her Dutch accent without completely disposing of it. She reached over and touched Marcel’s hand. “It’s so good to see you, my love. Thanks for having me on the show.”

“Nah, baby, thank you. It’s damn good seeing you, too. And, yo, trust. I see you, baby.” His gaze slowly roamed over her. “Yo, my peeps…I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now…” There was howling and whistling in back of them from the studio’s male guests, and even some of the females. “This beauty is mad sexy, yo. Spellbinding. She smells good. Looks good. She’s damn intoxicating, my peeps. I can see why so many muhfuckas have been turned out. You got mofos drooling all over the place.”

Nairobia glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

Always known for flaunting her most famous assets—her voluptuous breasts, curvaceous hips, and beautiful round ass—in scandalous wears, tonight was no exception.