Page 48 of Caught By Menace

“What?” she asked breathlessly. “Pierce my bellybutton?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

He grinned up at her and nibbled a spot on her hip. “We’ll discuss it later.”

“Menace, I don’t want—”

“Open your thighs for me.” Cutting her off mid-argument really frustrated her. He tried not to laugh at the pissed-off look on her face. She was rather striking when her dark eyes flashed like that. “Don’t make me ask again.”

She glared at him but slid her feet wider apart. He grasped her inner thighs and tried to nuzzle his face against her sex. Her hands shot out to block him. With a quick shove, she pushed his face away. Shame burned her cheeks and made her voice waver.

“Don’t do that, Menace.”

Growling, he frowned up at her. “Put your hands behind your back. Now.”

She blinked twice but followed his order. He brushed his thumbs up and down her slit. “This is my cunt, Naya. Your body belongs to me and I’ll enjoy it whenever and however I please. Is that understood?”

She spluttered with indignation. “I’m not your toy, Menace!”

“No but you are my woman. Right now, I want to taste my woman.”

She tried to squeeze her knees together but his firm grasp on her inner thighs prevented it. “Menace, it’s not appropriate.”

So they were back to that again. “Is this because we made love this morning?”

“Yes. You can’t…you know…until I’ve showered again.”

“Says who?”

“Um…”

“You worry too much.” He kissed her mound. “Now hush and enjoy the feel of my tongue in your sweet cunt.”

“Menace…” Her protest turned to a low moan as he swiped her pussy with his tongue. “Oh!”

Groaning with need, he delved into her pink folds. His tongue circled her clit. He made sure to let her know that she was absolutely delicious as he lapped at her. If it took a tongue-lashing every morning, he would break her of this idea that her body was unclean or shameful.

Her tense muscles relaxed. She lifted her hips and widened her feet even more. Smiling triumphantly, Menace grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. He cupped her ass and feasted on her pussy. As if overcome with ecstasy, Naya bounced her heels against his back and slapped her palms against the wall. She cried out his name again and again as she climaxed hard, her clit pulsing against his lips and tongue.

When he finally tore his mouth away from her, she sagged against the wall. He grinned up at her. The dreamy expression on her face told him he had completed his mission. He let her legs slip from his shoulders and rose to his full height. His cock was so hard he expected it to bust out of his pants any second.

As if reading his mind, Naya reached for his tactical pants. She jerked free the buttons and yanked down the zipper. With a rough shove, she pushed his clothing down his hips. Menace clasped her by the waist and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her thighs around him and used the wall to brace her upper body. He plundered her mouth, kissing her fast and hard in the same way he intended to fuck her.

He groaned when she grabbed his dick and wiggled her hips. The throbbing head of his cock parted the folds of her wet pussy. As soon as she placed him against her entrance, he thrust forward, sheathing himself fully in her hot, slick depths. She cried out and threw her head back, baring her neck to him. He buried his face against her throat and held tight to her trim waist as he rocked in and out of her.

Naya’s fingernails scratched at his scalp. She threaded her fingers through his short hair and panted against his cheek.“Menace,” she moaned his name, the sound heavenly to his ears. “Menace! Oh!Ah!”

There was nothing easy or gentle about their mating. He claimed her with feral intensity. Their bodies slapped together as they chased release. Too busy holding her up to help her climax, Menace dragged his lips along her jawline. “Touch your clit, Naya. I want to feel your pussy milking me when you come.”

She gasped at his brazen order but slipped her hand to the spot where their bodies joined. He changed the angle of his upper body to give her room. Their gazes met. The sight of her pink tongue swiping her upper lip spurred the memory of her mouth on his cock. He had to muscle down the overwhelming surge of lust that threatened to push him over the edge too soon.

Her sheath clenched him tighter and tighter. Naya’s shallow breaths matched his. The moment she began to shudder, Menace let go and joined her in their shared climax. He thrust as deep as possible and jerked roughly as the bursts of bliss rocked him.

Cheek-to-cheek, they clung to each other. Menace planted his hands against the wall, bracing their bodies with his hips. He pressed his mouth to her neck. “You just get better and better.”

She laughed and peppered ticklish kisses along his jaw. “Menace?”

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