Page 78 of Taming a Menace
He lifted me, sitting me down on the cool counter before connecting his lips to mine again. His fingers moved my panties to the side before slipping into the warmth between my thighs. I moaned when he bit down on my shoulder gently as his fingers slid in and out of the slippery wetness created only for him.
“Let me feel this pussy, Iyla. I miss this shit so bad.”
“OK,” I whispered right before he covered my lips with his in a quick peck.
I was grateful that he didn’t bother to remove my shorts. That would have only slowed down progress. I needed to feel him now. He held them to the side as he pulled me to the edge of the countertop. He removed his fingers from my pussy and stuck them in his mouth before kissing me again.
Our tongues mingled impatiently, doing a forbidden dance as he pushed the head of his dick against my aching center. As he breached my entrance, I thrust my hips forward, chasing the fullness that I knew he could give me. My mouth hung open as he stretched my walls. Slowly he stroked in and out of me withhis face buried in my neck. Each time he went a little deeper until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. Still he went a little deeper in my tunnel. I cried out as he filled me to capacity.
“I know, baby. I know,” he grunted, pulling away from my neck.
“Keywan!” I screamed when he slammed into me, sending me sliding back on the counter. My cry for mercy didn’t garner any from him. He crashed his hips into mine over and over.
Having found his rhythm, he drilled into me relentlessly with his forehead against mine. I would have been embarrassed by the way I was moaning and calling his name like he was a disobedient child if it weren’t for him moaning and groaning just as loud as me.
“Keywan, baby,” I whimpered as he backed up enough to look into my eyes.
His forehead wrinkled and his jaw flexed as he continued to pummel me continually. He looked so tormented it turned me on even more.
“I know, baby. Just take it for me. Why you got daddy on a rationing system?”
“I don’t know.” I gasped.
Snatching out of me, he wrapped my legs around him and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and pulled my shorts and panties off as he backed up.
“Get on your knees,” he instructed. I turned around and got on all fours. “This is my shit, and you know it. I should be able to get it when I want to. You’re the one that got me strung out. I didn't tell you to put this pussy on me like that. You did that on your own.”
I giggled. “Shut up.”
“You have no idea how bad I missed this pussy,” he said, spearing me with one swift motion. He gripped a handful of my hair as he leaned forward until his lips were pressed againstmy ear. “This is for breaking your ninety-day rule. You can’t be letting a nigga sweet talk you out of this good shit like that, not even me,” he chastised.
He slapped me on the ass, causing me to hiss. I jumped when he rubbed that same spot before hitting it again. Keywan sank his fingers into my ass as he delivered steady, deep strokes. I dropped my arms and rested my face on the bed as the euphoria of him filling and carving a home inside of me took me to ecstasy.
I felt so comfortable with the way he took care of my body that I would let him have his way with me as long as it came with multiple orgasms. I gripped the sheets as he picked up the tempo of his strokes. Ragged moans and grunts came from him as he worked me over like a mad man. Suddenly it was too much. I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Key, baby, wait,” I said, attempting to push him back.
He swatted my hand away, never letting up as a phone dropped in front of my face with a thud.
“Put your number in my phone, Iyla,” he demanded.
“I can’t do that, Keywan.”
“Put . . . your fucking number in my phone and stop playing with me,” he grunted as he tightened his grip on my waist.
I shook my head, unable to form clear words. We were already doing enough. I needed to hold on to some level of control over the situation. The man already had my mind and my body. What else did he want?
“Iyla, I’m not about to be out here worried to death about you all the time. I can’t even call you directly to make sure you’re OK. I need to be able to take care of you. What if you didn’t have your work phone on you tonight?”
“Key.” I sighed.
“Now, Iyla!” he barked.
Knowing that he wasn’t going to give up, I punched my number in on his phone and dropped it back down on the bed.
“Good girl,” he whispered, using his hold on my hair to raise my head until his lips covered mine.
Seconds later, he snatched out of me. A shaky sigh rattled his body as he emptied his seeds on my ass. His breathing was as erratic as mine as he backed up and slapped me on the ass again.
