Page 10 of Taming a Menace
“Mm hm. I think so too,” he muttered, taking long strides to close the space between us. “Now back to what you were saying.”
I felt the heat from his body as his large frame surrounded mine. I jumped slightly when his hands landed on my waist. His chest pressed against my back as he buried his face in my neck and inhaled. My pussy throbbed as she and I both anticipated his next move.
“What are you doing?” I asked nervously.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Iyla,” he demanded.
My name dripped from his lips like honey, making my panties even wetter. Suddenly it was a thousand degrees in the kitchen. It was crazy how bad I wanted this man. Part of me felt silly for wanting to have sex with a stranger. I was the girl who never threw caution to the wind. I liked to play it safe. Safe had gotten me made a fool of.
For once I wanted to do something just because I wanted to. I could worry about the consequences later. Using my fingers, I removed one of his hands from my waist and slid it between my thighs. Key’s low groan made his chest rumble and my center ache.
“Use your words, beautiful,” he demanded. “I need verbal consent.”
“Touch me there,” I whispered.
Gently he kissed my neck as his huge hands parted my thighs. Using the pads of his fingers, he made slow circles against my swollen clit through my panties. I drew in a ragged breath as his other hand found its way under my dress. His fingers pinched my nipple, sending a current straight to my pussy.
Having someone’s hands on me other than mine for a change felt so good. Still I wanted more. I parted my thighs more so that I could slide my panties to the side then used my hand to put his fingers on my bare skin.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet.” He simpered as his lips pressed into the back of my neck.
Heat trickled from my pussy as he circled my bud at an agonizingly slow pace. Desperate for more of him, I arched my back, pushing my ass against the intimidating bulge in his pants.
I was drunk. Not just from the expensive ass scotch that I had been guzzling. Key was intoxicating. I knew he would be trouble from the moment I laid eyes on him. I just thoughtIhad more restraint. Key’s free hand caressed my body as he continued to work me over with the other.
“Turn around, baby. Let me see you,” he instructed.
For a second, I was glued in place. I knew that if I turned to face him I was likely to burst into flames. Plus not looking at him helped me to disassociate from what was happening. It had been forever since someone other than myself touched me. This was foreign, but it felt so damn good. I needed to stay caught up in the moment for this to work. Looking at him might bring me back to my senses.
“Turn around, Iyla,” he ordered.
The bass in his voice made me turn without hesitation. Steadying my breath, I repositioned myself until I faced him. Keeping his eyes on mine, he moved both of his hands to my thighs. I watched with bated breath as he lowered himself to his knees in front of me. My chest rose and fell as his eyes drifted from mine down to my pussy.
“Can I taste it, Iyla?” he asked, never taking his eyes off the prize.
“Yes,” I hissed, unsure of why that came out.
I didn’t know this man. At the same time, I had never wanted anything more than I wanted his mouth on me. He didn’t give me time to change my mind before he gripped my thighs and draped them over his shoulders. He licked his lips and mumbled something before putting his whole face in my pussy.
His tongue was warm against my slick opening as he French kissed my purring kitty. He groaned as he sucked my clit between his lips and tugged gently. I threw my head back and moaned as he stuck two fingers into my throbbing tunnel. I could feel my girl clenching around his fingers, hungry to be filled. Flattening his tongue, he started to make slow circles against my swollen bud.
“Just like that,” I whispered, closing my eyes to focus on the pure pleasure I felt in the moment.
Following my instruction, he kept the same tempo until my essence flowed from me like a river. My jaw went slack, and I cried out uncontrollably as he continued to feast on my aching flesh.
“Your pussy is so wet,” he noted as he stood to his feet. “Can I feel it, Iyla?”
“You got condoms?” I asked, struggling to catch my breath.
I was floating on air but still had the wherewithal to think about protection. I didn’t have my own because I hadn’t usedone in years. Hopefully, he did. I didn’t want something so technical to ruin an otherwise perfect moment.
“Yeah.” He nodded, never taking his eyes off me.
“OK.”
“I need a yes or no, Iyla.”
Why did he keep saying my name like that?
