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where he couldn’t affect her. See her. Stop her.
    Pleasure stroked his tongue around her throbbing clit before suckling it into his mouth.
    Jessa cried out and arched her hips upward to do tiny and tight circles against his mouth. No wonder Jaime couldn’t get enough of this Negro, she thought with a wince of enjoyment as he probed her core with a flicker of the tip of his tongue.
    Damn.
    Jessa released her grip on his dreads to massage her breasts and tease her taut nipples pointing up to the ceiling. “Oooh, eat my pussy. Oh shit. Eat my pussy. Oh my God,” she moaned with a hiss as she allowed her mind to pretend that it was her deceased husband, Marc, pleasing her and not some stranger that she was paying. And that thought made her shiver more.
    “You like that?” he asked.
    Jessa looked at him to find his deep-set coal black eyes on her intently before he ran his tongue inside the moist fold of her pussy. “For five grand? I damn well better,” Jessa said, her body still a mass of shivers as a fine sheen of sweat coated her body.
    His skill and technique could not be denied. The man knew his way around and inside a pussy. Every move. Every suck. Every kiss. Even every heated bite. Everything had a purpose. Everything.
    “Damn your pussy good.”
    Jessa arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt the familiar rise of heat in her loins. She felt nervous and anxious as he licked, sucked, and stroked her closer and closer to an explosion. A nut that she needed.
    “What do you want from me, Jessa?” Pleasure asked.
    Jessa looked at him, surprised by his intensity. “What?” she asked dazed and brought out of a passion-filled fog that felt like fugue state.
    “What do you want from me?” he asked again, his eyes locked on hers.
    Jessa frowned, feeling like he was trying to draw her into a trance or some shit. What the fuck? “I want you to make me cum,” she snapped, making a face like “duh.”
    Pleasure dipped his head to lick the cord nestled just above her plump clit.
    Jessa’s stance softened again as heat rose inside her pussy like an inferno. “Oh. My. What. Oh. Oooh. Oh. Yes. Yes. Yessssss,” she moaned, her heart pounding.
    “You want to cum?”
    Jessa reached out her hands. One pressed against the wall and the other gripped one of the rods of the staircase. “Yes, make me cum all in your mouth,” she told him, biting her bottom lip as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth against his mouth.
    Oh Marc, she moaned in her head, enjoying both the reality and the fantasy.
    “Say please.”
    “What?” Jessa asked, wishing he’d keep his mouth filled with her pussy and not words.
    “Say please,” Pleasure demanded, shifting his head to kiss her inner thigh.
    Jessa sat up a bit. “ Please give me my money’s worth,” she snapped.
    “What’s my name?”
    Jessa laid back against the stairs and sighed, feeling her ardor cool. She said nothing, hoping he would shut the hell up. Giving herself a five count, she forced herself to relax and guided his mouth back to work. “Look here, playa. I’m not feeling this routine of yours, and maybe it works on lame-ass women like Jaime, but I don’t need the sideshow. My focus is on the main arena ... if you get my drift,” she told him, looking down at her pussy as she flexed and opened it like a blooming rose.
    He raised his hands and pushed her legs up high until her ass was up in the air. He blew a cool stream of air against her exposed asshole before he licked a wet trail from it up to the tippy-top of her clit.
    Jessa’s grip on the stairwell tightened until she thought she could tear that motherfucker free. There were no more words and she didn’t need them.
    Pleasure used his strong hands to ease the thick and moist lips of her pussy open wide until every bit of her was exposed to him. He dipped his head and suckled the pulsing cord above her clit again and Jessa cried out sharply.
    Now this some new shit, Jessa