Page 23 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
That was the only sign I needed to keep going. I gripped the pole and leaned forward, giving him a full view of my ass and honeypot. My cheeks clapped together as I twerked. That pole gave me balance, inspiring me to turn my sexy up.
I’d twerked like I never had before. The arch in my back was perfect while I danced. I felt so liberated and excited. My body and skills were desired. I performed sexually for a man. Not just any man, but a man that made it very clear he’d burn the world down for me.
Cache was obsessed with me. Just that thought alone fueled me to go harder. The music in our room wasn't as loud as it would be if we were back on the first level, so the sound of my cheeks clapping together could be distinctively heard.
I went to move when my body was locked in place by a strong grip. Cache moved stealthily because I didn’t even hear him creep on me. His arm wound tightly around my waist while the other hand pulled my thong to the side.
Cache’s mouth latched onto my pearl, making me lurch forward. I thought I was about to do a face plant, but the grip he had on me prevented me from falling. He was a real freak. The way Cache went between sucking my clit and licking around my honey hole had me in an ecstasy trance.
I didn’t know pleasure like this even existed before I met Cache. We had sex a few times after the first time, and it kept getting better every time we explored each other’s body. When Cache’s teeth nibbled at my clit, my knees buckled.
“Fuck!” I moaned in a desperate pant.
Just when I thought the pleasure couldn’t get any better, his tongue entered my booty. I tensed, but he slapped my ass cheek. Instantly, my body relaxed. What the helly?
Cache eating my ass was another first for me. The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. His tongue soothingly sailed in and out my hole, rimming me without a care in the world. When his fingers toyed with my clit, I lost all my composure. My orgasm filled me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Shit!” I screamed.
Cache hungrily gulped down my essence as my body shook. I was speechless. My words were lodged in my throat. All I could do was moan loudly and ride out the wave.
Minutes later, Cache released me and stood. He slowly helped me up and guided me to the bed. Cache wiped down his face and stood in front of me.
“Undress me, beautiful.” Cache removed his shoes then looked back at me.
I nodded. My chest rose and fell since I was out of breath. I trembled slightly from my orgasm, but I wanted more from him. My fingers shook while I unbuttoned his shirt. It fell to the floor like money flitting from the sky.
He pulled his white tank over his head. I never got tired of ogling his body. Cache was so toned, and the definition in his medium build always made my mouth water. My eyes trailed over his freshly braided cornrows, his taper, and his gang tattoo above his right eye.
Cache was too fuckin’ sexy for his own good. His muscles, wide chest, and the ruggedness in all his features made my clit throb. I wasn’t ready for a baby, but I welcomed his nut without a second thought. I wanted every part of him I was granted.
My hands trailed down the front of his hard abs. I was so obsessed with him. My hands stopped at his belt. I unbuckled it and pulled his zipper down. I pulled down his pants. His boxer briefs followed right behind. Cache stepped out the remainder of his clothes. He kicked everything to the side.
“Toot that ass, butterfly.”
“Okay,” I replied softly.
I turned away from him and rested on all fours. My arch game was perfect, and I knew that from the low whistle he released.
“Yeah, you definitely got it, baby.” Cache slapped my ass before he climbed behind me.
He licked up the center of my back while his dick eased into me. I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip once Cache was fully in me. His dick was thick and lengthy. There was always so much pressure in my honeypot when we made love.
Cache stroked me slowly until I adjusted to his size. His hands gripped my waist, and it wasn’t long before he took my ass to pound town. Every stroke was fluid and deeper than the one before.
“Fuck, Cache! I feel you, baby.”
“Yeah? You feel me?”
“Yes!” I hollered.
Cache hit my spot again. My face was planted on the bed as he sped up his strokes. That familiar feeling filled me again. Cache pulled out to his tip then rammed back in me. That turned me on every time. He continued to hit me with those strokes until I was cumming on him again.
“Yeah! Give me that gushy shit. Keep it comin’, girl,” he encouraged in his deep voice.
I continued to throw my ass back until my body grew tired. Cache sensed it. He helped me onto my back, but he wasn’t done with my ass. Cache put my legs on his shoulder and entered my pussy again.
This time, we stared into each other’s eyes. He barely blinked as he fucked me deeply yet soothingly.
