Page 23 of Caught By Menace

She didn’t say anything. Instead she slid back down between his thighs and stroked his cock. Their serious discussion had put quite a damper on his lust. With her supple lips and nimble fingers, Naya coaxed his erection back to life. He let his eyelids drift together as he enjoyed the wonderful feelings caused byhiswoman.

When she released his erection from her mouth, his eyes popped open. His breath arrested in his throat as she climbed up his body and straddled his thighs. Wordlessly she held his gaze and rose up on her knees. Naya reached down between their bodies and grasped his cock. She teased his ruddy, weeping crown through her slick folds. His pre-cum mixed with the shiny nectar seeping from her core. Without saying a word, she’d declared her decision to risk everything with him.

“Release my hands,” he ordered, his voice husky with emotion. “I need to touch you. I have to feel you.”

Her smoky gaze softened. With his hard shaft trapped between her thighs, she leaned forward and jerked free his bonds. Wrists free, he slid one arm around her waist and tangled the fingers of his other hand in her hair. Menace pulled her sweet mouth down for a kiss. He put every last ounce of emotionhe could muster into that kiss. He needed her to know how precious he considered her gift of trust.

Breathing heavily, Naya sat back and moved into a better position. She lifted her ass and clasped the base of his cock. He didn’t dare move a muscle as she aligned their bodies. Biting her plump lower lip, Naya pressed down on his shaft. He groaned when he finally breached her wet pussy.

“Oh!” Her eyes widened but she didn’t pull away from him. “You’re too big.”

“I’m not,” he assured her, his voice filled with desperation. Sweeping a hand down her back, he whispered, “You can take me.”

“I can’t.” Even as she spoke her denial, Naya braced herself with a hand on his chest and pushed down on his cock. Like him, she seemed aflame with the need to be joined so intimately.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured and kissed her mouth. “Take it slow.”

Her slick honey coated his shaft. She’d inched down on his erection and then retreated until just the tip of him remained buried in her snug pussy. He’d never felt anything so perfectly tight and wet. In that moment he thought he might actually die from pleasure.

“Ride me, Naya.” He gripped her waist, pulled her forward and then pushed her back.

“Menace!” She moaned loudly and placed both hands on his chest. Her lips parted on a long sigh as she followed his urging and rode him. Her lush breasts bounced with each swaying snap of her hips. Unable to help himself, Menace latched on to her nipple and tugged hard. She cried out and clawed at his chest, her short nails digging into his skin. He just laughed and sucked harder.

When her head fell back, he knew she was close. He could feel her slick passage gripping his cock. Wanting her to shatterwith ecstasy, Menace licked his thumb and found her clit with the rough pad. She groaned and shuddered. “Please…”

He wanted to tell her that anything she wanted was hers, that all she ever needed to do was ask and he’d do everything in his power to make it happen. Instead of telling her, he showed her. With a few quick flicks of his thumb, he sent her over the edge. She shouted his name again and again while her pussy fluttered around his shaft.

The last spasms of her orgasm rhythmically gripped him. Menace held tight to her waist and planted the soles of his feet against the couch’s firm surface. Knees bent against her backside, he pounded into her from below. The well-trained muscles of his abdomen and thighs flexed as he jackhammered her tight pussy.

“Menace! Oh! Oh!Ooohhh!” She came again, her shocked cry music to his ears. “Menace!”

There was no holding back now. He slammed balls-deep in her welcoming pussy and growled. “Naya!”

He shook with each burst of semen that left his body. His head ached from the sheer force of his climax. The muscles of his torso and legs burned from exertion but he didn’t care. He’d claimed Naya now. He’d marked her as his own and made her his wife and mate.

Cradling her to his chest, Menace pressed a tender kiss to the crown of her head. Like him, she panted for breath. Her cheek rested against his chest and her warm, soft body felt so right curled up against him. Her silky, fragrant hair tickled his mouth.

Quite unexpectedly she laughed. The raucous, joyful noise infected him and left him grinning from ear to ear. “What in the world is so funny? Not my skills as a lover, I hope.”

“Oh, no,” she assured him. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Then what has you giggling like a fool?”

“I guess I’m not so bad for a consolation prize, huh?”

Even though the words he’d jokingly spoken had wounded her in the forest, he heard the teasing tone in her voice now. “No,” he confirmed with a smile and stroked her back. “Not bad at all.”

Chapter Six

Naya stared ather reflection in the bathroom mirror and tried to get a hold of her wildly vacillating emotions. She had gone from infuriated and frustrated with Menace for snatching her away from her friend and her dreams of a new life in the colonies to…well…what?

Her feelings toward Menace were so tangled. She felt comfortable enough to admit that she liked him. Maybe more than liked him, but she didn’t dare dwell on that issue. Menace had proven to be nothing like the imaginary sky warriors who had terrified her since childhood. No, he was sweet, kind and patient.

And trouble. Big, big trouble.

She’d known Menace for less than a day and already she was starting to wonder if the key to her future happiness was that shockingly huge, green-eyed, white-haired alien waiting for her in the other room. He’d offered her everything she’d always wanted—a home and security. All she had to do was try to make things work between them. That’s all he’d asked.

She fingered the white collar encircling her neck. The thin strip of plain white leather looked so stark against her honey-brown skin. It had seemed such a savage and cruel thing when he had first put it around her neck. Now she had a better understanding of what this collar meant to Menace. He saw it as a symbol of the commitment he’d made to her in much the same way her people viewed matching wedding bands. She wasn’t his slave or his sex toy. She was his wife.

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