Cupid’s Lust

  by

  Porsha Deun

  Books by Porsha Deun

  The Love Lost Series

  Love Lost

  Love Lost Forever

  Love Lost Revenge

  The Addict Series

  Addict—A Fatal Attraction Story

  Addict 2.0—Andre’s Story

  Addict 3.0—DeAngelo’s Story

  Addict 4.0—DeMario’s Story

  The Hot Holiday Series

  Santa’s Pleasure

  Cupid’s Lust

  Jack’s Thrills (Coming October 2025)

  Standalones

  Intoxic

  In Over Her Head

  Children’s Book

  Princesses Can Do Anything!

  CUPID’S LUST. Copyright © 2025 by Porsha Deun. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America for Porsha Deun, LLC. For information, email Porsha Deun, porshadeun@gmail.com.

  All characters, places, and events are fiction and not real. Any likeness is a coincidence and not intentional.

  All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be reproduced by any mechanical, photographic, or electronic process, or in the form of a phonographic recording; nor may it be stored in a retrieval system, transmitted, or otherwise copied for public or private use—other than for “fair use” as brief quotations embodied in articles and reviews—without prior written permission of the author.

  ISBN (paperback): 979-8-9901518-6-4

  ISBN (eBook): 979-8-9901518-7-1

  To the 40+ single women

  whose hearts are still open to

  love, keep shining.

  Your one is out there.

  CUPID’S Lust

  Cupid’s Lust

  This trip was the best idea I’ve had, I think to myself as I stand with a group of about twenty strangers as we wait to start our guided tour of O le Pupu Pu’e National Park. The Samoan Islands are breathtaking and, at the beautiful temperature of eighty-two degrees, the islands are perfection. I’ve had the freshest fruit I’ve had in my life since landing last week.

  Most of the strangers in my tour group are couples on their Valentine’s Day vacations. I’m the only one in the group that’s single, but at least there is a mix of white and Black couples, including one from Mali. The early morning bus ride to the starting point of the excursion I spent the bus ride here explaining to the Mali woman that I am here alone by my choice, and am past the age of waiting for a man to come along to treat me to the things I want and deserve in life. I might as well have been speaking a different language to her, but to each its own.

  Waiting in the parking lot by the bus, I spray myself down with another layer of bug repellant as three large men approach. When I say large, I mean they are tall as shit. All three of them are at least 6’5”. The tallest one also has the darkest complexion of the three and is a handsome plus-size man with deep dimples that show as he laughs with the other two. The shortest one has a slim, muscular build with a goatee and his shoulder-length hair down and curly under his bucket hat. Now the mid-height one... sweet baby llama. He is the finest man I have ever laid eyes on. His hair is down in soft waves that come caresses his chest while his bucket hat hands behind him off his neck. While his friend each have tattoos going down one arm, he has them on both. I wonder if tribal ink covers his chest, too. The man has a thicker muscular frame than the shortest of their trio. They must be related somehow because they favor each other, especially the one I’m attracted to and the dark-skinned one.

  I don’t realize I’m biting my lip while watching him until he winks at me.

  Shit, girl. Get it together!

  The trio introduces themselves to the group as our tour guides. The one who caught my eye name’s is Sika. We keep stealing glances at each other while he and the two other guides talk to the group about staying together, drinking plenty of water during the hike, and not touching any brightly colored insects or amphibians.

  The group heads off into the rainforest to start the half-mile walk. Sika makes his way over to me. “I have a feeling I need to keep watch over you,” he says low enough for only me to hear.

  “You need to, or you want to?”

  “Oh, you aren’t ready for a discussion about what I want, where you and that thick body of yours are concerned.”

  “It’s probably the same as my wants where your body is concerned.”

  He gives me a low chuckle from deep in his chest. It’s a sexy sound. “What’s your name?” he asks me.

  “Anjanae.”

  He repeats it twice like a song. “I like it.”

  As Sika hikes through the rainforest besides me, we steal chances at touching each other; me feeling up his arm to step over a log, him wrapping an arm around my waist and getting close to point out exotic flowers.

  The larger of the three tour guides catches us flirting with each other and he says something in the native tongue to Sika that makes the smaller one laugh from behind us. Sika replies to them and they all laugh.

  “What was that about?” I ask, feeling left out on a conversation that may involve me.

  “They are teasing me for being so attracted to you.”

  “Your coworkers don’t see you flirting or something?”

  “My family... and coworkers,” he corrects. “They do, but never with tourists and never as blatantly as I have been with you.”

  “So why me?”

  “Do you not know how dangerously beautiful your face and body are? I spotted you as soon as you stepped off the buss and prayed to all the gods that you weren’t here with anyone else.”

  “What if I was in a relationship? I’m not, but what if?”

  “If you were in a relationship and still here by yourself... what applies for different mailing codes apples double for other countries. And I would have to steal you from him.”

  “And confident,” I say with a nod.

  “Any man dumb enough to let you come to one of the most beautiful places on earth alone doesn’t deserve you.”

  Again, I nod.

  “How long are you here for?”

  “This is my last night. I’ve been here for almost a week.”

  “Wow. I would meet the goddess that could be the love of my life on her last night on my island.”

  I don’t know what to make of his comment, so I opt to not say anything at all. He’s clearly younger than me and still has romantic notions I’ve long put away.

  “In that case, we will make the most of your time here. You will be mine until you leave, or we say otherwise.”

  “Hold on. I didn’t say I was giving myself to you.”

  “Your nipples having been erect since we first made eyes contact, but I will wait for you to say the words.”

  He has no idea how sexy his words just now are. Or maybe he does, but damn, I’m wet. The fact he is attentive enough to notice the change in my nipples earlier is a plus. I hope he is just as attentive in bed, because I’m definitely fucking him tonight.

  We make it to the cliffs, and the view of the Pacific Ocean is incredible up here. The roar of the ocean, oddly enough, makes me wonder if Sika is vocal or if he growls. Just then, Sika comes to stand so close behind me I can feel his body heat and dick.

  “How old are you?” I ask.

  “Old enough. You?”

  “Older than you.”

  “Hmph. Come have some paw-paw fruit with me.”

  “What’s that?” I ask as I follow him to where he dropped his backpack.

  “I believe Americans call it papaya.” From his bag, he pulls out the fruit and a machete. I watch as he cuts the fruit in half in his hand and places one half into a bag. “Hold your hands out with your pinkies touching.”

  I do and he raises them to my eye level. Sika places the remaining half of the fruit in my hands.

  “Hold it steady while I remove the seeds.”

  I nod and watch as he bends down and starts sweeping the seeds up with his tongue and lips. Sika spits them out onto the ground and goes to clear the fruit of more seeds. This is by far the most blatant display of lust I’ve even witnessed, let alone been a part of. Gasps and murmurs from the other hikers rise above the roar of the waves, along with the hoots of Sika’s guide partners.

  I know he hears them just like I do, but Sika and I are in our own seductive bubble. Biting my lip, I continue holding the fruit while watching him show me what he wants to do to me. And I’m definitely going to let him do it. When all the seeds are gone, Sika takes a big bite of the fruit before holding my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. He feeds me the other half of the fruit that is hanging from his lips.

  Juices drip from the fruit as we eat together, our lips getting closer and closer. When they finally touch... it’s like I can finally translate the song of the waves crashing below us. They sing our names.

  I pull away, but Sika places his hands on both sides of my face, simultaneously preventing me from breaking the kiss and deepening it. This kiss is doing numbers on me mentally and emotionally and I need a moment to collect my thoughts, but Sika’s kiss and passion are powerful. Every time I think I’ve found the strength to pull away, he disarms me. I don’t want to speculate that this kiss is doing something to him beyond the physical, but he’s kissing me like he has a point to prove.

  When he finally eases up, I place my hands on his chest and take in a deep breath. Sika stays close, keeping one hand gently on one cheek. “Still not giving yourself to me?”

  “I may have changed my mind about that. ”

  “Say the words.”

  “I’m yours tonight.”

  “Are you staying in Upolu?”

  “Yes, in Apia.”

  “The most touristy area in all the islands.”

  “I am a tourist.”

  “How about tonight you be more than a tourist to me and I be cupid for you?”

  Without thinking about it, I nod, and we make arrangements for Sika to pick me up from my villa this evening.

  I look myself over in the mirror again and adjust the loose bun I pulled my boho braids into at the top of my head. Sika should be here at any moment. The strapless bra I had custom made does wonders for my large breasts under the yellow halter top that stops high on my waist. The matching skirt fits like second skin but is light and stretchy enough that I can still walk as normal. Stopping just above my knees, I don’t think I’m revealing too much skin. Sika wouldn’t tell me where he plans to take me, so I had to put on something that would fit any occasion that’s not hiking.

  A light knock on the door lets me know he is here. I open it and step back to give him a good look at me and to give us some space. If we kiss like we did earlier on the cliffs, we will never leave this room, and I want to see more of the islands from his perspective.

  My eyes roam over him as his eyes roam over me. His red and yellow floral shirt is open with a white fitted tank under it. His white linen pants are right for the warm weather. However, the growing bulge signals that the temperature inside my villa is changing.

  Sika slams the door shut behind him and closes the distance between us in not even two full steps. He picks me up, placing me on his shoulders, and pins me to the door. “I’ve been craving this since I saw you step off the bus.” He pushes my skirt up to my waist so I can give him better access.

  “These have got to go,” he says about my thong as we maneuver it off one leg. Just as I help him slide it off the other, Sika twists it around my ankle and triple loops the other end of my thong around the door hinge, effectively keeping one of my legs stretched to the ceiling. I’ve never been more grateful that my chunk ass does yoga and Pilates.

  The way he eats me only proves his words of starving for a taste of my pussy all day. When his tongue slips into me and laps at my inner walls, my hand pushes his face deeper into me, and I don’t let up. He takes my suffocation attempt like a champ. My hips grind into his face.

  “That’s it. Right there.”

  Sika moves one hand from my ass and massages my breast with it. One of my hands goes on top of his, getting in on the action. He proves in every way that the event this morning with the papaya was no fluke; he really is a superb eater, licking and sucking my clit and labia with perfect execution. Baby boy is getting his fill and when he finishes, I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had. Sika unhooks my thong from the door hinge and lowers me down the door while keeping his body close to mine. He kisses me with the same hunger as he did my pussy, giving me all of my juices that remain on his lips and tongue. I moan as he bites and pulls my lower lip through his teeth.

  “Your moans are the sexiest song I’ve ever heard,” he says.

  I chuckle, then he elicits another moan from me when he nibbles my neck and kisses me on the soft spot behind my ear.

  “When does your flight leave tomorrow?”

  “4 p.m.”

  “That’s too fucking soon,” he growls.

  “Unless you intend on paying the cancellation fees and for a new flight, it is what it is, baby. Let’s make the most of our time together.”

  Sika captures my lips with his and kisses me with so much passion it makes my walls clench for something to grip. I speak between our kisses. “You. Have. Too. Many. Clothes. On.”

  He wastes no time in removing the button-down shirt and I frantically lift his ribbed tank over his head. I need him inside of me before my mind can think of any reason I should stop. This is my year of yes, and that includes multiple orgasms from this fine as hell young Samoan man.

  The feel of his warm and smooth skin on his back sends electric currents through my body. Sika moans as we kiss, and it speaks to a part of me I long buried. As I try to fight the emotions that threaten to surface, Sika pulls and wiggles his pants down as best as he can with me wrapped around him. Not long after, he sinks into me with a painfully slow stroke, like he wants to savor the feel each inch his dick discovers inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he moans when he’s all the way in. His strokes are slow but intense, sending shivers up and down my spine with each one. I bite my lip to muffle my moans from anyone passing outside my villa. They don’t need to hear me, but Sika picks up on my efforts and kisses me. “Don’t hold anything back. Not from me. Not from this. Let me hear how much you love me inside you.”

  Though I still try to fight it, his strokes leave me with no choice but to cry out. My moans come from deep within my soul, moans that come after years of self-pleasure after being disappointed with dating for the last time.

  Sika growls in response; like a full on sexy book boyfriend growl and it puts my body on the edge of an orgasmic cliff. “Do that again,” I moan.

  He does and I squirt all over us.

  “Oh fuck,” I scream as I soak us.

  “You’re not getting on that fucking plan tomorrow,” Sika states.

  I laugh him off. In a few strokes, my laugh turns into moans of pleasure. Sika continues digging into me, taking me to heights I can’t recall being before. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had good sex in the past, but this is something else entirely. While I moan and sigh with my satisfaction, he grunts and growls, and the door creaks beneath us. Sika’s powerful yet not rushed strokes push me to the edge again. This time, I bite into his neck as orgasmic waves crash uncontrollably throughout my body.

  “Anjanae!” he growls like my favorite audiobook voice actor, and it triggers a second orgasm on top of the one I’m already having. I scream a mix of profanities and his name as I drench us some more. “Yes, keep coming for me, baby. Come all over this dick.”

  And I do—two more times against the door before he cums. I don’t remember the last time I’ve received such a thorough dick down. Maybe I will change my flight to a day or two from now, but I don’t dare tell Sika that. His next words let me know he’d take those words more seriously than I might intend.

  “You. Are. Mine,” he says with post-nut strokes.

  I can’t do anything but laugh him off again.

  “Do you think you can stand up?”

  “You may have to help me.”

  “Mm-hmm,” he says as he unhooks my leg from the door. He gives me a brief kiss and lowers me to stand. My legs feel shaky like on a good leg day workout. Sika keeps a hand on my shoulder to keep me up.

  “We need to stop by my place so I can get a change of clothes.” I look down; his pants and boxer briefs are soaked with my juices.

  “I’ll pay for the dry cleaning,” I say.

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  “You’re going to look like you peed on yourself when we walk out of here.”

  “If anyone stares, I’ll tell them the sexiest cougar to ever walk the earth marked me,” he says before swatting my ass.

  “Do you have to bring up our age difference?”

  “It bothers you?”

  “It doesn’t bother you?”

  “We are two consenting adults. Yes, you’re older than me, but I’m not fresh out of diapers either.”

  “Hmph. You might as well be. Are you even 30 yet?”

  “I will be in four months.”

  “I’ll be 42 in six months.”

  “You’re overthinking it.”

  I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off. “Nope. No more talk of our age difference for the rest of the time we are together.”

  Well, that won’t be long, I think.

  “Which will be a long time,” he says, like he could read my thoughts.

  “You can’t possibly know that.”

  “My grandfather always told me that when a man knows, he knows. I know.”

  Changing the subject is the best thing I can think of doing at the moment. “Where are you taking me, Cupid?”

  “We’re going to a party.”

  “I’m too old for clubs.”

  “Not a club. It’s a party. Yes, there will be drinks and dancing, but also lots of barbeque and love, and maybe a few chickens and goats running free.”

 

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