She smiled at him, amusement dancing in her eyes. “If it’s any consolation, a hundred-and-fifty strokes of hard-pounding cock was able to give me multiple orgasms. That’s more than others.” On their second night together, he’d given her an extra twenty strokes, fast and hard.
She’d fucked up his stamina.
His stare hardened. “I’m not like other muhfukas, yo. So don’t compare me to none’a them. I don’t bust quick…”
“But you had, my darling. Twice,” Nairobia heard the voice in her head say. She wouldn’t remind him of it, though. She wasn’t a callous lover.
“Not until you,” Lamar continued. He inhaled deeply. All of a sudden, all he could smell was her. Her hair, her breath, her skin; the wild needy scent of her wet pussy all somehow flooding his lungs.
He needed to fuck her again, and just get it all out of his system.
Nairobia smiled again, slowly taking him in. She sensed his still bruised ego and decided to stroke it. Just a bit. “You have a thick, curved cock that felt delicious inside me, so hard, so deep. It throbbed inside me both times you wedged yourself inside me. You kept me hot and wanting, melting all over you. So do not fret that your performance had not been longer. It was the best it could have been in those very short moments. Know my pussy is still wet for you. So if you wish to indulge yourself, if you wish to slide your cock back in me to redeem yourself…say so.”
He groaned, the memory of dumping his nut inside her, then not being able to feel his legs afterward still fresh in his mind.
And she smirked.
“Oh, you think that shit’s funny, huh? I ain’t no minuteman, yo.”
She shrugged. “I never said you were. You are only what you believe you are.”
“Yeah, aiight. But you tryna imply it.”
She leaned forward in her chair, and eyed him thoughtfully. “Remove your shades so I can see your eyes.”
Hesitantly, Lamar removed his sunglasses, and held them in his hand. “Okay, now what?” he asked, his voice husky.
“I find you adorable, my darling.”
He scowled. “Adorable? Gee, thanks.”
“Yes. I find you adorable enough to want to give you the pleasure of my mouth, to allow your cock to feel the velvet lash of my tongue…”
Lamar fanned his legs open and shut, feeling his blood quickly rushing to the head of his cock. He’d been in need of some head—some super soaker-making-his-toes-curl type of head. He needed to feel his dick down in a throat.
He’d already predicted she’d be a problem. Now he saw her more of a challenge. And that was a turn-on to him. Fuck staying away. He’d already fucked that up the first time he’d slid his dick in her. He wanted like hell to say it’d been a mistake. But it hadn’t been. For him, there was no turning back. Not now. The pussy was too fucking good. So if she wanted to offer up some head, he would damn sure slide into her mouth and rock her neck back.
He licked his lips. “Oh word? So when we doin’ this? I wanna see what that mouth do. I need that in my life, for real for real.”
Nairobia’s eyes took on a wicked gleam that made Lamar’s dick twitch, throbbing in demand to unload. She hadn’t even touched him and his dick was already aching. She had his balls ablaze. Everything inside of him boiled. He was so ready to bust.
What the fuck is wrong wit’ me?
His gaze locked on her rising chest, the swell of her breasts, Nairobia’s nipples tightened and stretched toward him. He licked his lips and groaned, dragging his hands over his face. The tension between them was so thick that Lamar found it almost too hard to breathe. His hunger for her had his dick straining against the button-fly of his jeans.
“Is your cock hard for me?”
“What you think,” was his only reply.
“Stand up,” Nairobia challenged.
He stood, and her breath caught at the sight of his bulge. She licked her lips.
“Lock the door. Then remove your clothes.”
“Nah, yo. That ain’t how this goes.” He frowned as her phone rang. She stared at the caller ID. Marcel. “You want this dick. You come get it.” He sat back down.
Amusement curled her lips. She could see the burning desire he had for her roiling in his eyes as she untied the strings to her wrap dress. Lamar watched as her dress opened. His hooded gaze fixated on her breasts, her nipples. They looked succulent. Edible. Not just her breasts, her nipples, every goddamn part of her.
His gaze dropped to a thin strip of lacy red silk covering her pussy. She spread her legs. The damp spot at the center of her thong made his mouth go dry. The sight slammed scorching heat into his chest, making it hard to breathe.