Njideka bit her lip. Oh, she knew exactly where he was talking about. The high-end lingerie boutique in the mall attached to the hotel—the same place she’d splurged earlier on the set she was wearing now. The memory of the salesgirl’s knowing smirk as she rang up the scandalously sheer pieces flashed in her mind.
“You want me to go shopping… for you?” she asked, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.
Kunle’s smile was pure sin. “Yes. Pick something that makes you feel powerful. Something that’ll make me lose my fucking mind when I finally get my hands on you.”
The promise in his words sent a shiver down her spine. Her husband? One and done, always in a rush. But Kunle? He was talking about hours—about taking his time, about making sure she felt every inch of what a real man could do.
Kunle talked, his voice dripping with carnal promise as he adjusted the obvious bulge straining against his designer trousers. “Pick out a couple of outfits for tonight besides what you’re already wearing. And one thing, I like white, so just keep that in mind. But feel free to get yourself something in some other colour too. Yeah, at least a couple more outfits besides what you have on under that dress..”
He continued, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that sent sparks down her spine. I want you to go to the drugstore and pick up a couple of things as well. Get some lubricants, because I’m gonna want to fill each one of your holes and, trust me, you ot don’t want me going into that pretty little bumhole of yours dry.”
Njideka moaned softly, her thighs pressing together at the memory of the Doctor’s lessons – and the shocking thickness she’d felt through Kunle’s pants.
“Don’t forget baby oil,” he added, his large hands mimicking the motion of sliding between her ample breasts. “I want to see your heavy breasts glistening when I fuck them.”
Njideka’s knees nearly buckled, her pussy throbbing so hard she could feel her slickness soaking through her panties.
“I…I’ll do everything you say,” she stammered, her voice trembling with desperate anticipation.
Good,” Kunle grunted, pushing back from the table. Njideka’s eyes tracked him, smug satisfaction curling her lips when she realised he hadn’t even glanced in that slay queen’s direction. “I’ll probably be close to an hour with my friend, so give me a call when you’re back in your room,” he said.
Njideka’s mouth twitched. “Eh… when I’m at the drug store, do you want me to buy some condoms?”
Kunle froze. Then he turned slowly, face twisting. “CONDOMS?!” His voice was a thunderclap. “I thought you wanted the full experience of servicing and getting fucked by a real man’s cock? If you’re talking about condoms, let me know right now, and we’re done!”
“No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I said that!” She shook her head fast, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Kunle adjusted his suit with one sharp tug, his gaze flicking to his boys still laughing over bottles of Remy Martin. When his eyes landed back on her, that familiar, dangerous smile crept over his face—the one that made her thighs squeeze together. “Good girl,” he purred, letting his stare roam her body. “Call me when you’re ready and I’ll be right there.”
Njideka took a deep breath, her pussy already throbbing like a second heartbeat as Kunle walked away. She forced herself to slide out of the booth with some semblance of control, even though every nerve in her body was screaming at her to sprint to that lingerie store like her life depended on it.
She moved with deliberate calm, hips swaying just enough to tease, even though all she wanted was to drop to her knees right there in the bar and thank God that Kunle had chosen her tonight.
Outside, she finally let go—her heels hammered the pavement like a drumbeat, her body humming with need. That lingerie store wasn’t just a shop; it was her salvation, and she was racing toward it like a sinner to church.
She was soaked—dripping, actually—her panties clinging to her like a second skin, ruined beyond repair. An hour? Fuck. Kunle was giving her a challenge, but failure wasn’t an option. That slay queen with the perfect breasts and ass like a luxury sedan? Kunle hadn’t even glanced her way. And that knowledge made Njideka’s cunt clench so hard she nearly stumbled.
She’d buy the lace, the silk, the whatever-the-fuck he wanted, because the only thing better than Kunle’s command was his approval.
Fifty-six fucking minutes later—sweaty, out of breath, and still throbbing between her thighs from earlier—Njideka finally collapsed onto her bed and snatched up her phone. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled for Kunle’s number. Fuck, just seeing his name made her pulse spike. She sucked in a shaky breath, trying to steady herself, then hit call.
“Please pick up… please, please, please…” she hissed under her breath, biting her lip as the line rang. Once. Twice. Three fucking times. With each unanswered ring, her stomach twisted tighter. Was he ignoring her? Had she misread everything?
Then—that voice. Deep, rough, commanding.
“Hello.”
A sharp gasp tore from her throat. Fuck, yes. “H-Hi. It’s me. Njideka.”
She heard him pull the phone away, his voice muffled but still dripping with authority. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later. Akin—good deal today. Contracts are yours next week.” A few muttered goodbyes, then silence. Then—him again, lower now, darker, just for her. “You in your room?”
“Yes.” Her thighs clenched at the way he said it.
“You got everything I told you to?”
“Yes.”
A low chuckle. “So… you want more of what you were playing with earlier?”
Her entire body burned at the memory—his thick, heavy cock in her palm, the way his hips had jerked when she squeezed. She was already wet, already aching.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck, yes. Please.”
“Good. Because tonight, every fucking hole you’ve got is mine—and I’m gonna stuff them so full, you’ll forget your own name. You ready to take this dick raw?”
“Oh fuck, yes!” She barely held back a scream, biting her lip hard enough to leave marks.
“That’s my girl. I’m gonna pound you so deep, you’ll feel me for days.” His voice dropped, dark and filthy, and Njideka shuddered, her thighs already slick with anticipation. “Now give me your room number.”
Breathless, she said it out, her pulse hammering.
“I’ll be there in five.”
The line went dead. Njideka’s fingers trembled as she checked herself in the mirror—plump tits shoved together in her skintight dress, nipples hard enough to cut glass. She swiped on another coat of glossy red lipstick, imagining Kunle’s thick black cock stretching her lips wide. Her hair was wild, but remembering his orders, she yanked it into a high, tight ponytail with the black velvet scrunchie she’d bought just for him. No distractions. Just her mouth, open and waiting.
The doorbell chimed. Her cunt clenched.
She opened the door, and there he was—all towering muscle and predatory grin. His hand slid possessively over her ass as he stepped inside, his gaze raking over her like she was already his.
“Fuck, the view up here is insane,” Kunle murmured, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the glittering Lagos skyline.
Njideka’s breath was still uneven from rushing back when she realized her mistake. Fuck. “I was in such a damn hurry I forgot to close the blinds,” she muttered, fingers darting toward the switch on the wall.
Kunle’s hand caught her wrist, his grip firm, his voice low and rough. “Leave them the open. It’s more interesting that way.”
A shiver raced down her spine. Exposed. Risky. Even if no one could see them this high up, the thought alone sent a jolt of heat straight between her thighs. “Okay,” she breathed, biting her lip.
His eyes raked over her—hair pinned back, lips slick and red, dressed to kill. Kunle smirked, stepping closer, his voice a filthy whisper. “Look at you. All primped up like a good little slut. If I didn’t know better…” His fingers traced her jaw, tilting her face up. “I’d say you dressed up just to get on your knees. Am I right?”
No one had ever talked to her like this, not even that cocky lecturer who thought he was god’s gift. The raw, dirty words sent a sensation across her skin, her pulse pounding in her ears.
She met his gaze, her voice dripping with hunger. “Yes.”
Kunle’s gaze burned a trail down from her face, pausing shamelessly at the sinful curves of her chest. The tight black dress barely contained her—those perfect, heavy breasts threatening to spill free with every breath she took. A slow, wicked grin spread across his lips.
He rumbled, voice thick with hunger. “Those breasts were made for my cock. I will slide between them, make them glisten while you suck the tip. And when I’m done? That pretty face of yours is gonna be dripping—white paint all over you. Not just a splash, baby. I’m talking buckets. You ready to be fucking drenched?”
Njideka’s breath hitched, her thighs pressing together at the filthy promise. “God, yes,” she gasped, her fantasy crashing into reality—this dominant, well-hung man was about to ruin her in the best way.
“That’s my girl.”
In one swift motion, he yanked her against him, his massive frame swallowing her whole. The heat of his body seared into her as his mouth crashed down, claiming her lips with a kiss so deep it stole her fucking breath. His tongue plunged inside, hot and demanding, rolling against hers with a mix of raw power and skill.
Njideka melted into him, moaning as his hands gripped her ass, pulling her against the hard ridge of his cock. Every slick slide of his tongue, every possessive growl vibrating against her lips sent sparks straight to her core.
When he finally pulled back, she was panting, dizzy with need. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and she knew—she was already his.
Njideka’s heart was pounding like a drum in her chest as Kunle yanked her close again, her heavy, jiggling melons smashing against the rock-hard wall of his chest. This wasn’t like those clumsy, drooling boys from her secondary school days—those ones who couldn’t even handle her curves without acting like starving dogs. No, this man handled her with the kind of confidence that screamed, “I know exactly what to do with all this yansh and these big, bouncy titties.” And yet, there was something sweet in the way he held her—like he owned her, but in a way that made her want to be owned.
When he finally pulled back, his strong hands gripped her shoulders, steadying her as she wobbled on shaky legs. She gazed up into those deep, dark eyes—eyes that looked like they could see straight into her soul (and straight into her panties). At that moment, she knew one thing for sure: she wanted to please this fine, delicious man more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
Kunle murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Yes, you’re a wonderful kisser. I have to say, that is a beautiful mouth you have. Like I said, I’m going to have my cock in it a lot tonight, to see how wonderful it really is. Yes, a big black cock feeding you all night long. This is what you need, isn’t it?”
Njideka was in cloud nine. This man was reading her like a cheap romance novel—and worst of all, he was right. There was no point pretending. She wanted that thick, veiny monster in her mouth like her life depended on it.
“Good girl,” Kunle growled” “Because I feel like starting with some cocksucking. You can suck the first load out in order to take the edge off. Then I’m gonna fuck you a couple of times, and then for my fourth load, I want a nice leisurely blow job. Yeah, I’ll work your mouth over real good for you on that fourth one.”
Njideka’s body trembled as Kunle’s thick finger traced the outline of her wet, parted lips, still swollen from their fiery kiss. Her breath came in short, hot gasps—this man had already set her soul on fire with just his mouth. What more could he do with the rest of him?
“Yes, those four will be a good start, then we’ll see what happens from there,” Kunle murmured, his voice deep like thunder before the storm.
Four times?! Njideka’s mind exploded. “Four times will be a good start…?” Jesus Christ! Four rounds was more than her useless husband managed in a whole month, but for Kunle, it was just “a good beginning.” The thought alone made her pussy throb, slickness pooling between her thighs.
“Start by undressing me,” Kunle commanded, towering over her, his muscular frame making her curvy body look small, delicate. A king before his willing subject.
Njideka reached up, her fingers trembling as she slid his suit jacket off his broad shoulders. She moved to drape it over the chair—
“No.” His voice was firm, dark with promise. “Hang it up properly. That chair won’t just be for sitting… I plan to watch you kneel between my legs, sucking my dick like it’s your last meal. I want your pretty mouth worshipping my cock like the god it is.”
Some women would call him arrogant. Disrespectful. Too rough. But Njideka? She was dripping. Every filthy word from his lips sent electric shocks straight to her core. He saw right through her—knew she craved this, loved being put in her place. The submissive slut inside her was screaming, “Yes, yes, use me!” She was nothing but a willing toy for his pleasure, a slave to his desires.
And she couldn’t wait.
With another shiver of lust, she carefully hung up his jacket, already imagining the taste of him on her tongue.
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