Page 78 of Menace

Just the two of them.

The way it should always be.

TWENTY TWO

Lucky

She was perfect.

His little cat with her sharp little claws.

His ice queen.

Her eyes were spitting fire at him but her mouth was a soft haven for his.

All he wanted was her naked underneath him and he was going to have it, right now.

Sitting up on his knees he took the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. He didn’t like that she was wearing a sports bra and got rid of that as well.

And finally there they were, her beautiful tits, on display just for him. He cupped them with both hands and ran his thumbs over her distended nipples, making her shudder.

“I love your tits, baby, so beautiful.” He murmured as he nuzzled both, rubbing his beard over her skin.

“Be gentle with them, they’re still very sensitive.” She warned.

He hummed and licked around first one then the other nipple. Closing his lips around one he licked and sucked, checking constantly until he was satisfied with the bright red colour. He then gave the other the same attention. All through his ministrations his little cat writhed under him and her little nails dug into his shoulders. He loved it, loved the little bite of pain.

Giving her nipples one last lick each he pressed a kiss between her tits then moved down.

Her belly was still slightly rounded and it called to him but first he had to get rid of the rest of her clothes.

Rearing up he sat back, hooked his fingers in her pants and panties and dragged both down her legs. He lifted one foot, pulled the pants free, kissed her ankle, then did the same to her other leg. Throwing the clothes over his shoulder he started kissing his way up her legs, placing kisses on one then the other. He heard the way her breathing sped up as he got closer to her glistening little pussy.

He didn’t go there. He had another target in mind.

Leaning to the side he looked into the crib pulled up close to the bed.

He looked down at the sleeping baby boy. For the first time he really looked at him.

His skin was olive toned and his hair dark. Dark eyelashes lay like thick fans on his chubby cheeks.

“He’s beautiful, sweetheart. I have to admit he looks a lot like Remy and I did as babies.” He sighed softly. “I’m sorry I’m so distrustful but I have to know, have to have the proof in my hands that he’s mine.”

He leaned in deep and pressed a kiss to the boy’s forehead.

“Sleep well little man. I’m about to love on yourMamanfor a bit.” He whispered.

Sitting back up he met his woman’s teary eyes. He didn’t say anything, just went back to what he was doing.

He laid both hands on the slight rounding of her belly. A belly that had carried a child. Lying down between her spread legs he pressed a ring of kisses around her belly button.

Glancing up he saw his little cat had put cushions behind her back and was watching him with a smile curving her lips.

He slowly kissed along the line of her scar and along the stretchmarks. He licked them and gave them biting little kisses, feeling her shiver under him.

Grinning he looked up at his woman. “I like this little belly you’ve got goin’ on, baby.”

He pressed a final kiss to it then crawled up over her as she snorted in disbelief. Caging her body with his he grinned as she wriggled under him.

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