by Cairo
“Whatever you need, baby,” he murmured, reaching around and cupping her breasts. He squeezed as he slid in and out of her body. “I got you, baby.”
When she looked back over her shoulder at him, his eyes were half-closed; he was buried so deep. So fucking deep. And he cursed at the delicious squeeze.
“I’ma make you mine,” he whispered. “Whatever it takes.” And then his body shuddered into hers. He stayed inside of her for another minute longer than he should have, then slowly pulled out.
A slow grin rolled over her lips as he stuffed his dick back in his boxer briefs, then fastened his pants. She didn’t know what she was going to do about Officer Rawlings or Martinez or Corbet or Thurman, or the slew of other COs here at Croydon Hill who would eventually end up standing in line, waiting to get into the walls of her sweet cunt.
All she knew was, she’d keep fucking whoever made it worth her while.
She was Heaven.
And everyone wanted to get to heaven.
It wasn’t in the sky. And it wasn’t where souls ascend to in the afterlife. No, Heaven was here on earth, behind barbed wire and concrete and steel.
And it was right here between her smooth, sexy thighs.
Where it’d always been.
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One
Milk chocolate perfection, that’s what she was . . .
Wet need stretched through her pussy in a slow-flowing river of heat as she stepped out of her Mercedes S600, handing her key fob to the tall, lanky, good-looking valet in his early twenties. Too young. But still worthy of a sly glance. Sure, she’d fuck him in a heartbeat had she’d been another type of woman, one smutty and unscrupulous. But he was just a horny boy in her eyes, one clearly mesmerized by her beauty. However, he wasn’t worthy to sniff her panties or lick around her cunt, so . . . no thank you.
She needed someone old enough to know what to do with her and her never-ending curves. She needed a man who knew how to ride her body, and fuck her down into a mattress. She suspected the young valet would be a clumsy-fuck, at best.
Still, it was flattering. His ogling, that was.
A slight smile edged its way over her glossed MAC lips as she caught his gaze sweeping over her body. Or maybe it was the backless dress with the plunging neckline—red, silky . . . and very clingy—that had him seemingly flustered, and stuttering out a hello. Whatever the case, she found him adorable.
She slipped him a ten-dollar bill, then tucked her purse beneath her arm, and strutted toward her destination, her hips swaying, her ass bouncing, every which way. She felt her adrenaline surging through her veins as her strappy heels clicked over asphalt, then concrete, moving toward brick and mortar.
Sublime pussy.
That’s what Arabia Knight knew she had.
Breath-taking.
Heart-stopping.
Toe-curling.
Sweet, sticky slices of wet heaven that melted over a hard cock like warm honey. There was no mistaking it. Her juicy cunt was the crème de la crème. And she had a scandalously long list of lovers and past stalkers to prove it.
And she had a few tricks between her smooth thighs that would drop a man to his knees, and have him eating out of the palms of her paraffin-soft hands. And she knew, the minute she slid down on his shaft, rolled her hips, and clamped her walls around his dick that he’d fall in love.
They always did.
Any time one of her many lovers cried out her name or sputtered out inaudible chants, she became keenly more aware, more empowered, more inspired. Each time her pussy spasmed, and she heard them call out to the heavens or whisper sweet nothings in her ear, she knew. Her pussy was some exclusive, platinum-plus-American-Express-Black-Card-type shit. She had to laugh to herself. Men never wanted to leave home without it. It was, what she liked to call it, that snap-trap pussy. Wet. Juicy. Steamy. Dick-clutching. Skin-sucking tight.
And, tonight, she was looking to snap her trap around something good, something dangerously thick. She was a woman on a mission, a woman on the prowl. She’d worn the dress and sexy heels for one purpose and one purpose only: to seduce.
Then get fucked.
She always wore red when she wanted to be wild, when she wanted to fulfill her wanton urges. Tonight was the night. She was a huntress, on the hunt. She knew the drill. All she had to do was use her womanly wiles to lure her prey to her. Then strike.
Luckily, she wasn’t on a hunting expedition for another lover this evening, just a one-night stand. So there’d be no need for formalities. Not at this establishment. Just hot, naughty—hopefully dirty—sex.
Mmm, yes.
This was a sex club. Her secret rendezvous place to lose herself to temptation.
Sure she was engaged to . . . three different men.
And?
Monogamy had nothing to do with fulfilling her dark desires. She was a woman with insatiable needs. Needs her three lovers oftentimes fell short on fulfilling, which left her cunt weeping, aching, to be skewered by a long thick—
Her cell rang inside her crystal-studded purse, slicing into her salacious reverie.
She ignored it.
It rang again. Then buzzed that a message had been left.
She rolled her long-lashed eyes. Whoever it was could wait. Talking on the phone was the last thing on her mind. She was on a quest for some good hard, anonymous dick. And nothing was going to distract her from the quest at hand.
Her gaze honed in on the thick mahogany doors that led to the club’s entrance and her clit pulsed. Fierce passion and seduction awaited her, and she couldn’t wait to get bathed in its heat. The mere thought of being awash in pleasure excited her. She felt the fire roiling along the walls of her cunt, and her breath almost caught in her throat.
Her ten-thousand-dollar-a-year membership fee afforded her access to her share of freaky fun. Shamefully, it’d been months since she’d frequented the exclusive For Adults Only club. But, tonight, she’d make up for lost time. She wouldn’t squander any opportunities. She’d be the naughtiest of them all.
Filthy and wild and indiscriminate.
Her nipples tightened as she stepped inside the marbled foyer and was greeted by a tall, chiseled, bare-chested hunk wearing a silken mask. She eyed the prominent bulge beneath his loincloth, imagining her hand reaching out and languorously stretching over its girth, then caressing it. She could tell, fully erect, it would be a deliciously long, thick dick.
She imagined herself holding his dick in her hand like an ice cream cone, licking at the tip, flicking her tongue over the precum she imagined already gathering there, before swirling her hot tongue around the whole engorged head. Damn him. She felt herself on the verge of dropping to her knees and begging him for his cock.
As if reading her scandalous mind, he smiled, his gaze flickering over her swelling breasts. “Welcome, beautiful,” he said in a deep timbre, his voice melting over her body like hot fudge, thick and rich. A fresh burst of heat shot through her cunt. She bit her lip. Then slid her hand into her clutch and handed him her gold membership card. Her gaze drifted from his eyes to his mouth, imagining her clitoris and nipples being sucked into its wet heat.
He caught a glimpse of her cleavage, again, before reaching for her card. Then he glanced at it, and she wondered what he did for a living. Perhaps he was a suit-and-tie guy by day, or . . . maybe a professional athlete. She quickly dismissed the thought. How he made his money really didn’t matter. Whether or not he was a good fuck did.
About The Author
Cairo is the author of Prison Snatch; The Pleasure Zone; Dirty Heat; Between the Sheets; Ruthless: Deep Throat Diva 3; Retribution: Deep Throat Diva 2; Slippery When Wet; The Stud Palace; Big Booty; Man Swappers; Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang; Deep Throat Diva; Daddy Long Stroke; The Man Handler; and The Kat Trap. He is the coauthor of Sexual Healing with Allison Hobbs. His trave
ls to Egypt are what inspired his pen name.
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ALSO BY CAIRO
The Pleasure Zone
Dirty Heat
Between the Sheets
Ruthless: Deep Throat Diva 3
Retribution: Deep Throat Diva 2
Slippery When Wet
The Stud Palace
Big Booty
Man Swappers
Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang
Deep Throat Diva
Daddy Long Stroke
The Man Handler
The Kat Trap
WITH ALLISON HOBBS
Sexual Healing
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