The Pleasure Zone

by Cairo

  She spun free of his grasp and faced him, shimmying up close. “Only one way to know, my love.”

  A slow grin curved his lips. “You’re sexy as hell, beautiful,” he said softly, pulling her in closer. “Where you rest at?”

  Ciara’s “Dance Like We’re Making Love” played and Nairobia felt herself melting against him as she worked her body against his. She gave into his body heat, and felt his cock grow against her pelvis. It didn’t feel long, but it felt deliciously thick…and heavy. And she wanted nothing more than to unzip his white dress pants and drag his cock out of his underwear to stroke it in her delicate hands.

  “Right now, my darling, I’m resting in your arms,” she teased. “Or would you prefer to have me resting somewhere else?”

  He smiled, and cupped her ass as he bumped his pelvis into her. “Yeah, Ma. In my bed.” He pulled her in tighter, his lips at her temple. “But, nah, I’m sayin’. Where you live?”

  “California and New York. And you?”

  “Oh, aiight. Cool. I rest in Brooklyn, baby.”

  She looked at him and matched his smile, then tried to dance her way out of his arms, but he refused to let her go, or relinquish her to the three other men who tried to cut in.

  Hmm. Possessive, no?

  Nairobia was no man’s possession. But she would allow him a night of fantasy. Give him the illusion of being in control. She adored men who dared to take charge.

  By the time Meek Mill’s “All Eyes On You” started playing, Nairobia had learned that her mystery man was single—for the moment (whatever that meant)—and staying in Vegas for the week with his peoples. He claimed—Nairobia was used to men claiming a lot of things to only later find it to be untrue—to own several businesses in and around New York and New Jersey with an uncle.

  “Tell me, my love. Is your uncle as delicious-looking as you?”

  He laughed. “Nah, nah. But he got mad swag, though. And he pulls more pussy than me.” He laughed again. Truth was his uncle had the face of a gorilla and a cock the size of a horse’s. And the panty-sniffing freak could be ruthless and dangerous when crossed.

  Mystery Man pulled her in closer. “Why, you tryna meet him?”

  Nairobia looked into his eyes, and imagined him fucking her, fast and hard, until she exploded her cunt juices all over his cock. She was so not interested in meeting an uncle who did not look like him. Who would most likely not wet her kut the way he had done.

  “No, my darling.”

  He smiled. “Cool. ’Cause I ain’t tryna share you. Not tonight.”

  “Hmm. Who are you here with tonight?” she asked, ignoring his last remark of not wanting to share her. As if he had a say. She wondered why a man as sexy as him would be single. Or was he only single while in Sin City?

  Not that it mattered. She’d flirt with him. And even arouse him. But she had no intentions of pleasing him. True, she’d been a porn star, and she loved to fuck. But her kut was the crème de la crème. She gave a man her cunt when it needed feeding. And hers was still full from Josiah.

  But she’d happily spread her thighs and welcome his warm tongue inside her slit and his beautiful lips on her clit. She swallowed back her lusty thoughts and blinked him in, admiring the way his body moved. He moved his hips like a man who knew how to stroke a pussy.

  “I’m here with my peoples,” he finally said, moving in close. “And you?”

  “With you for now,” she said saucily.

  He smiled. “Nice. I dig that.” He whispered in her ear. “Now what about later? You still tryna be with me then?”

  “Maybe. Maybe not,” is all she said.

  “Oh, aiight. It’s all love, baby. I can hold out until it’s a yes.”

  Nairobia was pure temptation. And he’d been eyeing her fine ass the whole night, from the moment she’d stepped through the club’s door. In fact, he’d come to the event in hopes of seeing her. Yeah, he knew who she was. Who didn’t? She was sexy as fuck. A freak. And if he had his way, he’d have her in a dark corner somewhere with his hard-ass dick in her. But tonight he was being a gentleman, hard motherfucking dick and all.

  With his body practically glued to hers, his straining erection throbbed in his pants, and Nairobia imagined there being a dampened spot of pre-cum in his underwear.

  She draped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes, letting him know with her body that she knew exactly how aroused he was. He felt her skin heat against him, and groaned inwardly. He knew she was bad as fuck, but God, this was too good to be true. To have her in his arms, up close and personal, was more than a wet dream. It was a potential fuckfest, and a potential disaster in his underwear if she didn’t stop grinding her pussy up on his dick. He’d never come in his pants by simply dancing with someone. But, the way Nairobia’s sexual heat was warming his dick, tonight would be the night his cock creamed in his drawers.

  He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, sucking in the smell of her as he rubbed his hand up and down her back. Usher’s “Superstar” started playing, and Nairobia spun out of his embrace, then raised her hands up over head, seductively dancing to the beat.

  Mystery Man whispered into her ear over the music, “You know you got my dick hard, right?” He pressed his hips into her and ground himself on her ass as their hips moved in sync. Nothing more needed to be said. They danced as if they were the only two on the floor, oblivious to the clicking cameras.

  Six songs later, Mystery Man’s cell phone buzzed in his suit jacket pocket. He pulled it out, and glanced at the screen, before finally letting Nairobia go. “Damn, Ma. Hate to cut this short, but I gotta roll.”

  He tried to adjust himself, but the bulge in his designer pants was too thick to hide. Nairobia smiled to herself. She was tempted to rub her hand over the front of his zipper, but decided it would be in poor taste. So she murmured near his ear, “Mijn kut huilt te voelen van je dikke lul.” My cunt weeps to feel your fat dick.

  And it did.

  Being pressed into his hard body, his heat seeped through her. She could practically feel his heartbeat beating on her back. And the feel of his swollen cock brushing into her clit and up on her ass had awakened her sleeping cunt. Now it purred for a good stroking.

  He grinned crookedly. “What was that sexy shit you just said to me, Ma?”

  A coy smile drifted across her mouth. “If our paths cross again, my love, I’d rather show you than tell you.”

  A glimmer of arousal lighted Mystery Man’s eyes as his hand slid to her lower back. “Oh, word? Then I think I’d better make sure we make it happen.”

  “Perhaps you should,” Nairobia said sassily. “But be warned, my love. I will be like no other.”

  Mystery Man smiled again. “Baby, I like the sound of that.”

  He reached for her hand and took it in his strong grip, then attempted to lead her through the crowd back to where he’d found her. But horny men, hungry for Nairobia’s attention, surged around them, like vultures stalking road-kill, trying to feed.

  They’d patiently waited, and now they wanted their turn with the beautiful vixen.

  A fair-skinned man with hazel eyes grabbed her arm as she walked by holding Mystery Man’s hand. “Pleasure, baby. Would you mind taking a picture with me?”

  Mystery Man frowned at the inebriated man, but Nairobia didn’t see the harm of taking a photo with him. He looked perfectly harmless enough, a bit drunk, but nothing to cause alarm.

  “Nah, fam,” Mystery Man said, giving the guy a menacing glare. “You see she with me, right?”

  “Yeah, but—”

  “But nothin’, muhfucka. Fall back.”

  Nairobia’s cunt clenched at his abruptness.

  Next, a gorgeous, Latino-looking man grabbed Nairobia and kissed her on the cheek, then licked the side of her neck, like some slobbering Saint Bernard.

  “Damn, Pleasure, baby,” another man said, grabbing her hand. “Loved you in Slut Season. Will there ever be a part two?”

  “Not
with me starring in it,” Nairobia said lightheartedly. “But thank you, my darling.”

  Mystery Man pulled her along.

  Another drunk admirer said, “Tell me something, Pleasure. Is that pussy as sweet as it looks on screen? Me an’ my dick wanna know.”

  Nairobia smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s sweeter,” she said evenly. She was used to men getting drunk, then becoming obnoxiously lewd. But when he grabbed her ass with his big hand, and said, “I’d love to take my dick and shove it in this fat, juicy ass,” Nairobia slapped the drunken man’s hand from her ass, and gave him a scathing look. “Look. Don’t touch.”

  Klootzak!

  How dare that asshole try to maul her at her own damn party!

  Before Nairobia could open her mouth to say another word, Mystery Man stopped and turned his dark eyes to her, his brows drawn tight, his gaze narrowed. “Yo, did that dumb muhfucka just put his hands on you?” A muscle ticked in his chiseled jaw.

  His aura turned dangerously dark. Taken aback by this devastatingly handsome man’s roguish demeanor filled Nairobia with a dizzying heat. She blinked twice. Her pussy clenched for more. His aggression and raw masculinity suddenly became overwhelming.

  Quelling the urge to fan herself, she glanced at the drunken man still leering at her, then dismissively said, “It’s nothing to bother with. No harm—”

  “Yeah, potnah, no harm—” He wasn’t able to get the rest of his words out. Mystery Man’s fist cracked into the drunken man’s jaw, knocking him to the dance floor in one punch.

  Oh God no!

  Why had he done that?

  And why had no one come over to assess the situation?

  Where was security when you needed them?

  Nairobia loathed violence, but there was something disturbingly sexy about this mystery stranger wanting to defend her honor. Blood hummed in her body.

  Still…this was not acceptable.

  Nairobia looked down at the poor drunken soul sprawled out on the floor, a flicker of pity in her eyes, before she turned her gaze to her Mystery Man’s. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said over the music.

  “Yeah, I did,” he said, his smoldering eyes locked on hers. The club’s flashing lights softened his beautifully rugged face, but there was still an edge to his voice. “I don’t play that disrespect shit. And the next muhfucka who comes at you sideways is gonna get his jaw rocked.”

  Mijn heer!

  My Lord!

  Why was her cunt clutching uncontrollably? Suddenly, her clit ached to be sucked into his mouth. Possessively, he pulled her in front of him, his warm palm resting slightly above the crack of her ass as he escorted her off the dance floor.

  They finally made it back to the erupting penis. “Dig, Ma. I wanna see you again,” he said, before leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.

  Nairobia’s clitoris throbbed. She fought the painful urge to take his big hand and shove it between her thighs, maneuvering his fingers over her sex.

  She cocked her head, matching his heated gaze with one of her own. “Then I guess you’ll have to find your way to me.”

  He looked at her glossed lips as if he were considering how soft they might feel against his, and—without permission, without care—framed her face with the palm of his hands, then ducked his head and slowly brushed his lips against hers. He eased back, and grinned.

  “I’m good at finding what I want. Make sure you’re ready for me when I do.” He leaned in and, this time, kissed the edge of her mouth. He drew back. “Enjoy the rest of ya night, beautiful. My peoples will be watchin’ to make sure no one else comes at you crazy.”

  His peoples? What peoples? And who was this Mystery Man?

  Nairobia glanced around VIP, then back at him, giving him a quizzical look. “Who? Where are they?”

  “All over, baby,” he said. “I got eyes everywhere.”

  For a moment, she wondered if she should be worried that this stranger had eyes keeping watch on her. She hadn’t anticipated being stalked tonight, or any other night, for that matter. But she wasn’t in Europe anymore. She was in the United States, for God’s sake. The land of the crazies and the deviants.

  It hadn’t occurred to her, until now, that if she planned on living in the States that perhaps she needed her own security here after all. She touched her Mystery Man’s arm. “Thank you for your concern. But, I’m fine, my darling. Besides, there’s club security everywhere. I’m in good hands.”

  His lips curled into a lopsided smile. “Oh, I see. You’re definitely fine, baby. And you’ll be in even better hands when I get at you again.” He glanced at his Rolex. Shit. He really had to go. He didn’t want to, but he knew his uncle would keep blowing up his phone all night. Kashmir wasn’t the kind of man who took to waiting, on anyone, for too long.

  “I gotta bounce. I’ma be checkin’ for you real soon. Be ready.”

  What was she supposed to get ready for? Did he not know she was always ready? He had to know who she was, no? Yes, yes. Of course he did. Why else would he be at her private party?

  Breathlessly, Nairobia eyed him as he started walking off, then she called out to him. “Wait. I didn’t get your name, my love.”

  He flashed her another award-winning, dimpled smile. “It’s Coal. As in black rock.”

  She slid her finger in the basin of melted chocolate, then shamelessly stuck her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean, wondering exactly how black and how thick his rock truly was. He shook his head, smiling. All Nairobia saw when he looked at her—before he turned on his heel and maneuvered his way out of the club—were a pair of eyes that sparkled like two beautiful black diamonds staring back at her.

  She watched him vanish into the crowd, leaving her to her salacious thoughts and wondering how he planned on finding her in a big city like New York.

  TEN

  “Deeper…mmm…yes.”

  Nairobia’s nails raked down Josiah’s back as his cock plunged into her pussy. It was creeping past four in the morning and their bodies had been rocking into the bedsprings for over an hour. Her pussy had been severely overheating ever since her encounter with the dark-as-midnight Mystery Man at the club.

  Her body on fire, Nairobia had returned to her suite to find Josiah stretched out across the sofa, naked. Waiting for her, his cock lying languidly to one side over his thigh as it always did.

  His eyes glazed with sexual hunger, Josiah had crooked his finger at her, motioning her over to him. She’d smiled and licked her lips, then slid out of her skimpy skirt and stepped out of it, before walking over to him and straddling his face, giving him what he’d been yearning for.

  A taste of her cunt.

  Her melting on his tongue.

  Her coming all over his mouth.

  He’d licked her and sucked on her clit until she orgasmed. Now she was on her back. She usually took control and rode him. But tonight she wanted him to have the lead, this time. So here she was on her back, her legs wrapped around Josiah’s waist, moaning as his cock stroked over her sweet spot, causing her folds to swell beautifully.

  She felt so damn good. Too fucking good to be true.

  Josiah wanted to come, badly, but not until he’d drained Nairobia. Not until he’d fucked her helplessly dry. He’d been doing his damnedest to fuck her until she stapped out. But he knew the task was wishful thinking.

  The longer his cock stayed embedded in her, the longer he stroked, the wetter she became. Nairobia could take more. And the more he gave, the more she wanted. She was overwhelmingly wet as he teased her pussy, pulling out to the head, then waiting for her juicy hole to close around his cock head, before he slammed back in. He spread her mercilessly open, then sunk deep inside her body, losing himself inside her heat.

  “Harder.” Nairobia gasped, her gray eyes sultry, dilated, and full of fire. “Mmm, ja…ja…neuk me…uhh…mmmm…”

  She moaned louder, encouraging her young lover to fuck her. Hard. Fast.

  “Yes
, yes…give me more…mmm…yes, my love…”

  God he was so long-winded. So good. The feel of him buried inside her, so deep, so right, made pleasure build and multiply with every thrust. Josiah eased up on his arms and moved his dick in and out of Nairobia in fast, fluid motion. His hips bumped into her pelvis, causing him to put pressure on her clit as the head of his dick brushed over her G-spot, then nudged the mouth of her womb.

  Josiah felt the liquid fire as it swirled around her walls. He didn’t know how much more of her deliciously wet clutch he could stand before he lost himself in her. He let out a low growl, fucking her in deep, hard strokes, his entire body tightening.

  Nairobia moaned as he sank deeper. Her body, full of soft need and burning desire, ignited Josiah’s blood, making his legs shake. His hands tightened on her hips and he pounded rhythmically into her body, his thrusts rapidly stroking her G-spot.

  Nairobia mewled, feeling herself swell and tighten, her body filling with sweet bliss.

  Josiah groaned against Nairobia’s neck, causing vibrations to ricochet over her flesh. Thank God for her religious pelvic exercises. Five hundred Kegels a day did her pussy wonders. She tightened around him. And Josiah squeezed his eyes shut, reveling in the feel of her, soft and wet, her feminine heat and sweet musky scent overtaking his senses.

  He withdrew, then sank back in, his heavy balls smacking the back of her cunt, as her pussy sucked him into an abyss of pleasure.

  She felt so fucking amazing. So orgasmic.

  Oh how deliciously he fucked her.

  Nairobia could feel his cock throb inside her with every thrust, every beat of his racing heart. Josiah’s lids went heavy as Nairobia moved with him, meeting his ravenous thrusts with urgency. “You love this kut, no? You love how wet it grows around your cock, no?”

  “Yes, yes…ahh, shit, yeah… I don’t ever wanna stop fucking you.”

  “Then fuck me until your balls empty, my love…mmm…”

  Josiah moaned as Nairobia opened herself wider to him and sunk her nails into the hard contours of his chiseled ass. “Uhhh…aaaaah…oooh, shit…”