“Yes just like that… be good girl for me,” Kunle growled, his voice thick with lust as Njideka’s fingers wrapped around the monstrous bulge straining against his trousers. The way her innocent obedience mixed with her hungry grip sent fire shooting straight to his already rock-hard dick.
“See how you make me hard,” he chuckled darkly, his other hand slipping past the hem of her dress with the practised ease of a seasoned playboy. His fingers danced along the delicate lace of her panties before sliding beneath to find her dripping wet. His thick fingers glided through her slick folds with sinful precision. Njideka shuddered, her hips bucking against his hand as a desperate whimper escaped her lips.
His voice dropped to a filthy whisper as his fingertip circled her throbbing clit, teasing it with just the right pressure. “Do you like it in the ass too?”
Njideka gasped as his finger traced lower, teasing the tight rim of her ass with devilish intent. “Yes!” she moaned, but the way her body arched against him betrayed her excitement.
“Good girl,” Kunle growled, his voice thick with lust as he gripped her thighs. “Because tonight, I’m going to wreck all three of your holes. You think your tight pussy can handle this hammer?” He ground his thick bulge against her, making her whimper. “Where do you want my hot load, eh? I can pump it deep into your womb—give you proper fertilisation. Or pull out of that juicy ass and paint your pretty face. Maybe shoot it straight down your throat so you can taste how a real man finishes. Your choice, baby girl.”
Njideka’s entire body trembled, her cunt dripping, soaking his fingers. “I… I want it,” she gasped, her voice shaking with need.
“Want what?” he demanded, his grip tightening. “Say it properly.”
“My mouth!” she moaned. “I want to taste you… want to feel it shoot down my throat.” The words spilled out of her, filthy and shameless, but with this man—this goddamn Yoruba demon—it felt natural, like her body had been waiting years to confess its dirtiest fantasies.
Kunle’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his eyes dark with lust as he purred in that deep, honeyed voice:
“All right, I like the sounds of that. Like I said, don’t worry, you won’t go hungry. I’m gonna give you so much cum you won’t need breakfast tomorrow.”
His fingers played at her entrance, teasing her slick folds with slow, torturous circles. She was already wet—soaked, really—but when his long middle finger suddenly pushed inside without warning, her back arched off the seat.
“Ah! Kunle—” Her eyes darted around the dimly lit lounge, panic flashing through her. Were people watching? Could they see? But his free hand clamped down on her thigh, holding her in place as his finger sank deeper, all the way to the hilt.
“Mmm, hot and tight…very nice,” he growled, his voice thick with approval. “Tight, wet, and fucking perfect. Now, let’s see if I can find that sweet spot.”
His thick finger worked her with the precision of a master sculptor moulding clay—slow, deliberate, and devastatingly skilled. His fingertip swirled deep inside her slick walls before landing with perfect pressure on that hidden bundle of nerves just beneath her throbbing clit.
“Ah-ah! W-wait—” Her protest died in her throat as the first shockwave of pleasure slammed into her. ” OH! OH! I—I—” Her back arched off the seat, her plump ass cheeks clenching as her hips jerked helplessly against his hand. The pleasure was too much—too deep, too ruthless—yet she couldn’t stop the flood of ecstasy tearing through her.
Her heavy breasts strained against her tight bustier, her rock-hard nipples rubbing raw against the fabric with every ragged breath. “F-FUCCKKK!” she wailed, thighs shaking violently as her pussy gushed around his fingers, drenching his hand in her heat. But the bastard didn’t stop—no, he cruelly dragged his finger along her inner walls, milking every last spasm from her trembling body.
When the storm finally passed, Njideka slumped back, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat. Her vision blurred as she stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, her lips parted in a dazed, satisfied smirk.
“Well, I hope that felt nice. Don’t worry, you’ll have a lot more like that before I’m done with you tonight!” Kunle growled, his voice thick with masculine satisfaction as Njideka’s thighs trembled against his palm.
Njideka’s breath came in ragged gasps. “That…that felt amazing”
With deliberate slowness, Kunle withdrew his glistening fingers from under her dress, holding them up like a trophy. The musky scent of her arousal hung thick between them – a heady mixture of feminine wetness and the coconut lotion she’d applied that evening.
“Go ahead, you know what to do,” he commanded, rotating his slick fingers before her dazed eyes.
Kunle watched with dark satisfaction as Njideka’s plump lips stretched around his thick thumb. Her tongue swirled around the digit with desperate hunger, coating it in thick spit as her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.
“Mmmph…!” she moaned around his thumb, the vibrations sending a jolt straight to his already-hard cock. The way her warm, wet mouth clung to him—tight, eager, needy—made his dick twitch painfully in his trousers.
Kunle chuckled, his voice rough with lust. “Oh, you do like to use that hot mouth of yours, don’t you? Yes, I’m definitely going to enjoy filling that over and over”
Njideka whimpered, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, her tongue flicking against the tip of his thumb like she was already imagining it was something else—something thicker.
He groaned, his free hand gripping her thigh possessively. She moaned in response, her lips sealing tighter, her tongue working in slow, sinful circles.
Then, without warning, Kunle yanked his thumb free with a loud, wet “POP!”
“Yes, I can see how perfect that mouth of yours is going to be working on my cock. You’ll get a lot of practice tonight, I can promise you that,” Kunle chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with wicked promise as he guided Njideka’s eager hand away from the massive bulge in his trousers.
Njideka whimpered, her body burning with need. “Kunle, my hotel is just a minute walk!” she begged, her voice trembling with desperation. She had never wanted anything-or—or anyone—as badly as she wanted him right now.
But Kunle, ever the playboy, simply smirked and turned his attention to the bar. Njideka followed his gaze, and her blood boiled.
Standing there was a slay queen in a dress so tight, her curves looked painted on. The girl’s watermelon-sized breasts threatened to spill out with every breath, and her endless legs gleamed under the club lights. Worse? She was young. Fresh. The kind of temptation men like Kunle devoured for breakfast.
Njideka’s stomach twisted as the girl flashed Kunle a knowing smile, swirling her cocktail with a manicured finger. The unspoken challenge hung in the air: “Try me.”
Njideka’s stomach twisted as Kunle and the lady exchanged a slow, knowing smile. “What’s this?” she muttered under her breath, her grip tightening around her wineglass.
“Wait here,” Kunle commanded, his deep voice cutting through the bass-heavy music playing in the lounge. “I need to handle a small business with my friend.”
Njideka’s eyes darted to the light-skinned slay queen at the bar – the girl was practically pouring her cleavage onto the counter while sucking her drink’s straw with obscene, practised movements. The way those plump, glossed lips slid up and down the straw sent a stab of jealousy straight to Njideka’s core.
“That…that’s your friend?” Njideka asked, hating how shaky her voice sounded.
Kunle followed her gaze and let out a rich, knowing chuckle. “No, it definitely is not. It’s one of the gentlemen you saw me with earlier. We’ve got to get a few business details settled. It won’t take long.” He turned back, his large hand squeezing Njideka’s thigh possessively.
But as he stood up, Njideka saw his eyes darken with lust as the lady deliberately let her dress ride up, revealing thighs smooth like polished ebony. The girl caught Kunle’s stare and slowly licked her lips, her message clear: She wanted to swallow every inch of him.
“It won’t take long,” Kunle repeated roughly, adjusting the impressive bulge in his designer trousers.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of her?” Kunle teased, his voice dripping with amusement as he tilted his head toward the bar. The golden light caught his sharp cheekbones, making his smirk even more devastating.
Njideka bit her lip. “Well, she is definitely eyeing you up. And she is gorgeous,” she admitted.
Kunle didn’t even glance at the young temptress. Instead, he leaned in so close his hot breath tickled Njideka’s ear as he murmured in that rich baritone: “I’m not interested in her at all. A young girl like that has no idea what she wants out of life yet. But a mature woman like you…” His large hands boldly cupped the luscious curves spilling from her dress, thumbs brushing her hardening nipples through the fabric. “Yes, a mature woman like you—and one who is as incredibly beautiful as you are—knows exactly what she wants. And that’s what I like.”
His words stroked her ego and her body simultaneously; the compliment wrapped around her insecurities.
A girlish grin spread across her face. “Thank you, Kunle…you don’t know how much I needed to hear that.”
“Don’t worry, that girl can’t hold a candle to the kind of beauty you possess, He scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. His eyes darkened as they raked over her curves, lingering on the sweet, sticky mess between her thighs. “And, I’ll tell you right now, I’m going to show you how gorgeous you are…all night long…over and over..”
Njideka shuddered, her soaked panties clinging to her plush lips as another rush of arousal soaked through.
“But listen,” Kunle continued, his voice dropping to a rough, dominant growl. “When I’m fucking you or using that gorgeous body of yours how I want tonight, I may call you a few names, names that you’re not used to. I have the feeling you actually like that kind of thing, but I just want to make sure.”
“N-names?”
“Yes!” He grinned, gripping her chin. “Like cocksucker, or slut, that kind of thing, because that’s what you’ll be doing or how you’ll be acting. I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that, right?” His thumb pressed against her quivering lower lip.
Njideka’s moan was answer enough—her hips jerked, her toes curled, and her pussy wept, desperate for the degradation only a real man like Kunle could deliver.
“Yeah, I thought so!” Kunle laughed, his voice thick with wicked amusement. “Yeah, you’ll be my good little slut and cocksucker tonight, for as long as I want. I’m gonna drown you in the white stuff before we’re done…”
Njideka’s thighs clenched at the crude imagery, her core throbbing like it had a pulse of its own.
Kunle leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he dropped his voice to a rough, commanding whisper. “Listen well. Before I meet you for that room service, you will do two things for me.”
Njideka nodded eagerly, her eyes flickering toward the light-skinned slay queen pouting at the bar—her silver dress barely containing those heavy, round melons, her glossed lips sulking around her straw. But Kunle didn’t even glance her way.
“First,” he ordered, “bring out your phone.”
Njideka fumbled in her clutch, fingers shaking as she unlocked it and handed it over. Kunle smirked, tapping in his digits with deliberate slowness. “Here, I’m putting my number in it.”
He handed it back, then let his gaze drag down her body, lingering on the cleavage spilling from her dress. “Second… I’m sure you have something very pretty on underneath that gorgeous dress of yours, don’t you?”
Njideka’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as she nodded, her fingers subtly tracing the lace edge of her black bustier beneath her dress. The French-cut panties hugged her hips just right, and the thought of Kunle peeling them off her had her thighs pressing together.
“That’s nice,” Kunle murmured, his deep voice curling around her like smoke. “But tonight won’t be a one-outfit kind of night. I want to see you in different things—something soft, something sheer, something that makes you feel like a goddess.”
Her pulse jumped. The idea of changing for him, of letting him choose what she’d wear—and then what he’d take off—sent a fresh rush of wetness between her legs. This was an experience, not just sex.
“I like a woman who appreciates fine lingerie,” he continued, his gaze darkening. “The kind that makes a man’s hands itch to tear it off.”
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