Page 11 of Taming a Menace
“Yes.” I nodded my head to confirm.
Taking a step back, he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and removed a gold foil wrapper. I kept my eyes on him as he unbuttoned his shirt and hung it over the stool he’d been sitting on. My breathing hitched when he shed his T-shirt, revealing a body as gorgeous as I had fantasized about lay under his chef attire.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy. I hate your nigga fucked up, but I feel like it’smylucky day.”
His comment got a smile out of me and eased my nerves just a little. He never took his eyes off me as he unbuttoned his slacks and let them fall to the floor. He was a god in human form. That was the only way to explain how good he looked standing in my kitchen in a pair of black socks and briefs of the same color.
My legs spread involuntarily as he moved closer to me. When he pushed his briefs down over his ass, his dick sprang to life. My eyes were on the most beautiful dick they had ever seen as he moved between my thighs. I couldn’t stop myself from touching it. His dick was so big and hard in my small hands that I licked my lips. My thumb swept over the bead of precum, but I fought the urge to taste it.
“You’re going to be a problem. I can already tell,” he teased before he bit off the end of the condom wrapper and sheathed himself.
“A good one, I hope.”
“A damn good one I’m sure.”
I hissed when he lifted both of my thighs, causing my back to fall against the counter. I gripped his forearms to brace myself as he slowly pushed into me until he filled me up. We groaned in unison as he pushed in and out of me, finding his rhythm with deep, methodical strokes. He was stretching me out so deliciously that I tightened my grip on his forearms. His brows became one and his nostrils flared as his forehead fell against mine.
“Damn it, Iyla. This shit tight as fuck!” he grunted, snatching out of me. “Stand up and turn around.”
Not wanting to prolong the disconnection, I stood with his help and turned to face the counter. He placed one of my knees on the stool I had been sitting on as he guided his dick back into my sopping wet tunnel. His hands moved up my back, pushing my dress up further as he intensified his strokes. This was exactly what I needed to take my mind off of what’s his name, if only for a moment.
He buried his fingers in my ass as he slammed into me mercilessly. It felt so good, but the pressure made me scream at the top of my lungs. I didn’t know if I could take much more, so I used one of my hands to push him back.
“Uh-uh,” he said, swatting my hand away. “Take it.”
“Key!” I cried, begging for mercy.
“Take it, Iyla,” he commanded.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
The sound of our bodies colliding filled the kitchen, intermingling with our symphony of moans. Sloshing echoed against the walls as he plowed into me without abandon.
“Hm. It feels so good. Hm,” I mumbled as the euphoric feeling of him burrowing into me cloaked me from head to toe.
“Cum for me, Iyla. Let me see it,” he ordered, slapping me on my ass for good measure.
“Mm hmm.”
“That’s it, Iyla. Cum for me, beautiful.”
I balled my fists on the counter as my body answered his command right on cue. My knees felt like they would give out as my orgasm swept over me, causing my eyes to snap shut. I felt like I would black out any second now, but I didn’t care. I would sleep soundly on the kitchen floor.
“Fu-fuck, fuck,” he stammered as his hips stuttered and missed a couple of beats.
His grip on my hips tightened as he continued to plow into me until he collapsed on my back. He recovered quickly, kissing my bare shoulder before backing up. After pulling out of me, he slapped me on the ass again, then he pulled my dress down to cover me.
“Know this pussy good as fuck when it’s good with a condom on,” he said, shaking his head.
I was caught off guard when he turned me around and kissed me on the forehead. A smile played on my lips as I allowed my eyes to scan his body one last time. There were so many tattoos, but it didn’t look crazy. I loved tattoos, although I didn’t have any. I liked them on other people, not on me. I didn’t have time to explore them before Key took a step back.
“There’s a bathroom behind us,” I said pointing to the closed door.
