The Pleasure Zone(95)

“Do you think about me, Lamar…?”

Hell yeah, he thought of her. Ever since that night, there in her office, he’d thought about her. Shit. She’d been on his mind more than once, more than twice; almost every fucking waking moment she crossed his mind. That truth shocked and irked him. Lamar was pragmatic. Calculating. He thought everything out—first, before acting on it. He kept shit in check. He wasn’t impulsive. Being in his line of work being impulsive could get you—or someone else—killed. So he was always in control, of everything.

Until now.

Fuck. Somehow Nairobia had managed, in such a short time, to unravel every fucking thing he stood for, every goddamn thing he was. In all the years he’d been fucking, there hadn’t been a woman yet who tempted him to let go of his control the way she did.

He didn’t know Nairobia. Didn’t know shit about this porn-star bitch. He knew of her, true. Through her films, through her books, and, now, through her club, but he didn’t know her.

“Do you dream of fucking me?” Nairobia asked in a husky voice as she prowled over to him. The erotic aroma seeping from her pussy was making it hard for him to think straight. It was bad enough his brain, and blood, was already soaked in lust for her.

She was fucking with him again. And he was in no mood for her fucking game playing. Not tonight.

A low growl rumbled in Lamar’s throat and he swallowed it back as he rose abruptly and fisted her hair in hand, forcing her gaze up to his.

“Stop fuckin’ wit’ me,” he growled.

Nairobia took him by his wrist, bringing his free hand between her legs. Instinctively, Lamar cupped her there, the base of his hand against her clitoris.

“Put your finger inside me. Feel how wet I am.”

He slipped one finger between her folds and inside her.

Nairobia’s pussy clenched. “Is that what you want”—she ran her hand over the front of his crotch, then grabbed his dick—“to fuck me?”

Lamar’s jaws tightened, as did his grip on her hair. His finger moved in and out of her. She was so warm, so wet. “Yeah, I wanna fuck you.”

Nairobia smiled, sending him a challenging stare. She palmed him again, squeezing his cock. “Then fuck me.”

“Shit,” he hissed, feeling blood pump and pool into the shaft of his dick. His dick felt painfully tight strapped in by a jockstrap and boxer briefs. Why the fuck was she making him reckless? Why was he letting her? He’d never felt such an intense need to fuck, or experienced such a surge of…unbridled arousal.

Nairobia’s lips curled up into a seductive grin. Her burning eyes scorching over his muscled body.

Lamar’s chocolate eyes darkened to nearly black. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. There was no mercy in her eyes as she stroked his dick over his jeans, just lust. Sensations pounded all through his body.

This shit was crazy. He couldn’t understand how or why she had this overwhelming effect on him. He’d told her week’s back that she was playing with fire. But standing here now, her gaze fierce and hot on him, his dick on the verge of exploding, he knew more than ever that she was the fire. And he was about to go up in her flames.





FORTY


“Spread your legs,” Lamar demanded as he removed his gun from his lower back and bent Nairobia over her desk and kicked at her ankles until she parted her smooth, silky thighs.

He slapped her ass.

“Yes, yes. Ram your cock inside me,” Nairobia hissed as Lamar opened his jeans and pulled his dick out of his underwear. She shook her ass, taunting him as she made each ass cheek pop. “Search and seize my kut. Fuck me, Lamar. Fuck me hard.”

Lamar reached between her thighs and ripped off her thong, tossing it aside. Nairobia’s clit tingled at the aggressive act. She was driving him crazy with lust. She was everywhere he fucking breathed. He tasted her in his lungs. Felt her on his skin. His dick ached for her. He couldn’t wait any longer.

He needed in.

He positioned the head of his dick at the mouth of her pussy. He let the tip rub up and down her wet slit, then penetrated her with one hard stroke. Nairobia let out a moan.

“Ja, ja, ja…take my kut…fuck mijn zoete gat, mijn liefde…” Fuck my sweet hole, my love.

With a jerk of his hips, Lamar pulled out and slammed back into her again.

His hips ground against her ass. He spread her beautiful flesh open, and watched her juices soak his shaft as he slid in and out of her folds. “Aaaah, shit…”

Pleasure and pressure built up inside his balls. He began thrusting hard and deep. Faster. Deeper. He was on the verge of coming already. No. Too fucking soon. “Aaaah, shiiit…”