Free The Pleasure Trap by Niobia Bryant Page A

non-checked, non-guarded, freaky-deaky pussy.
    His dick throbbed with life at the thought of that.
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    â€œAnother cherry popped.”
    Graham sat up on the bench and eyed the black panther on his forearm. He liked how it was shaded and looked more like a sketch with a charcoal pencil than just a solid black outline. “Thanks,” he said, looking over his shoulder to smile at Lola.
    She smiled and the small diamond piercings in her dimples deepened. “No problem,” she said, her voice raspy and soft.
    Graham eyed her as she came around the table to rub ointment on the tattoo. Her skin was the color of shortbread cookies and her waist-length dreadlocks were a dark blond that made her shaped dark brown brows and slanted greenish-brown eyes all the more present. Her makeup highlighted her high cheekbones and full lips. She was petite but her hips were wide enough to birth a nation with ease. The low-slung jeans and leather bustier she wore exposed the tattoo sleeve on her left arm, a tattoo of a scripture on her right rib cage, and a row of small black figures from her neck to the round of her shoulder.
    She was pretty, edgy, and sexy as hell.
    Lola bandaged the tattoo and taped the edges well to keep air out. “Remember everything I told you about taking care of it,” she said, looking up at him as she rubbed the edge with her black fingernails.
    He inhaled deeply of the scent of her perfume. Something warm and spicy but with a hint of sweetness. The kind of scent that made a man want to bury his face in places. The base of her neck. The warm space between her breasts. Her inner thighs.
    She walked away from him as his eyes dipped to take the back-and-forth motion of her hips and buttocks in the stilettos she wore. Lola turned and caught his eyes just as he shifted them upward. She just shook her head and waved. “Have a good night,” she said.
    Graham smiled bashfully and pulled the white long-sleeved tee he wore back over his head.
    â€œHey, baby,” Lola said.
    Graham jerked the shirt down just as a brown-skinned cutie with a Caesar cut pulled Lola close to kiss her. He sat transfixed as he watched the women’s passion. He could just see them in bed together. All soft and sensual and slow. He could see himself in the bed with them . . . receiving all that softness, sensuality, and slowness.
    Geneva or no Geneva, they offer and I’m down!
    He stood up and held his puffy red vest in front of his body to help block his hard dick from showing. By the time he made it to the waiting area, his erection had eased and he pulled on his vest as he reached Marco.
    â€œI bet you they can teach classes on eating pussy,” Marco said, eyeing the two women as he raised his short and pudgy frame from the chair and dropped the copy of Inked magazine he had been flipping through.
    Graham frowned as they walked out the shop. Night had fallen but the streets of New York were alive with people and noise. “Eat pussy?” he balked. “Naw, they bleed out that shit ev’ry month. I’m good.”
    Marco looked at him like he was crazy before he stepped to the edge of the street to flag a cab. “You missing out,” he said. “Trust.”
    â€œWhatever,” Graham said, zipping up his vest and taking out a matching skull cap to pull down over his dreads as a sharp and cold wind seemed to cut through him.
    They both turned at the sound of the roll-down gate being lowered and locked. Graham’s eyes zoned in on Lola and her stud as they shared another hot kiss as the other tattoo artists waved their good-byes and took off down the street. They both stared openly at him and shared a smile before The Stud slapped Lola’s ass, then groped it and jerked her lower body closer to grind against her as Lola sucked her tongue.
    Hey, dick. Rise and shine.
    Graham knew they were getting off messing with him when they laughed and waved before walking arm in arm down