Page 72 of Pen Me

He gave a subtle shake, and I captured his jaw, kissed him and asked again.

He laughed and shook his head again. “I’m good. I just wish I could talk to my brother, that's all.”

He snaked up and nipped my jaw, “Never mind all of that, though.”

He rocked to his feet, picking me up with him, and I locked my legs around his waist and hid my face in the crook of his neck when I realized he actually meant to go down the stairs like that.

“You’re crazy,” My words stretched in panic when he took them faster than I expected.

“The name didn’t give that much away?” he asked, dragging his tongue up my neck and latching on tightly just as he planted a knee on the bed. I was instantly between him and the mattress, flat on my back. I thought he was just maneuvering my legs around, but then he hooked sleeping shorts, underwear and all and stripped me, leaving my legs dangling over his shoulders. His fingers tangled in my hair, arching my head backwards while he nibbled on my lower lip and ground against me.

Just the smell of him was enough to make me squirm, he had a woodsy, masculine scent that left me coming back to his neck and shoulders once he loosened the grip on my hair. I tugged at his jeans, shoving them down his hips to get to my prize.

Menace laughed and captured my hands, bringing them over my head for a moment. He held them captive and massaged my pussy with his other hand, while he watched the torment play out on my face, a smirk resting on his lips. I tried to kiss his mouth, but he kept his lips just out of reach, flicking his tongue out and nipping me in my efforts when it pleased him.

“Menace,” I pleaded, my body bucking and writhing to his tune.

“Mhm?” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss my neck.

“I need you.” I pressed into his palm, and he hugged my pussy in return.

“I can see that you do.” He brought his hand up and licked it clean, a taunting laugh catching his throat.

I heard the tiniest pop, but when I tried to glance down toward the sound, he kissed me deeper than ever, preventing me from seeing the source. It wasn’t a guess for very long, his lube slicked fingers painted my asshole without warning, smearing itin a firm circle that left me hitching and bucking with a squeal against his lips.

He shushed me and much to my mortification, stuffed his fingers inside me. My breath caught and my eyes widened as he started finger fucking my ass and kissing away my panicked attempts to spit his name out.

Eventually I accepted that it didn’t hurt, embarrassed as I was by his actions.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hissed, when he finally let my lips free and the fingers buried and momentarily stayed, deep in my ass.

He stared into my eyes and smirked, making the heat in my cheeks double. He let go of my hands, but before I could sit up, his fingers were curling around my throat. The gesture alone caused my breath to hitch.

“Don’t move,” he growled.

I should have been offended or at least slap happy. Instead, a little shiver ran through me, and I obeyed, shifting my thighs a little to accommodate his shoulders when he kept lowering his body. His tongue dragged up the length of my pussy and he slurped my clit into his mouth. My hips shifted, and his fingers started to swerve and fuck again.

It didn’t matter how much I wanted to hate it, I was fucking feral, my hands scrambling to find hair, shoulder, blanket, I didn’t give a damn I just needed to tangle and grip something before my soul came out my body and I was ripped right off the face of the Earth.

He murmured and slobbered while I shuddered and came so many times my body went limp. I was dazed, in a bliss that stillhad my eyes half rolled back, when he slunk back up the length of me, sprinkling kisses on my chest and throat.

I lazily draped my arm over his shoulders and smiled as I felt him nudge against my ass again. That smile was snatched off with a quickness when my body swallowed him with one smooth thrust. I sank my nails into the back of his neck and stole all the air between us.

“That’s not fingers,” I panicked.

He laughed, and kissed me firmly on the mouth, his nose teasing mine gently as he started to patiently fuck me. I clung to him and waited for the worst experience of my life, my eyes clenched.

His nose tipped against mine again and his thumb slid over my clit, making me shiver and open my eyes.

“I got you,” he whispered.

Heat flooded my body, chased by that little shiver of need, and I kissed him, deciding to trust him instead of giving into my uncertainty. He battered my clit and made love to my ass in a way I didn’t even think possible. I’d have never believed a woman could come with a dick in her ass, but I did.

Twice.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Too Little, Too Late

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