Her head eased my way. “Baby, we don’t have—”
“Off!"I demanded, pointing to the robe and then at the floor.
She let out an annoyed sigh, “Fine.”
She got up from the couch and slid the robe off, letting it fall to the floor. I moved around the lit candles and placed my bag on the chair. Wrinkles appeared on her forehead. “What the hell is that?”
My tongue slid over my lips. “Let’s make a movie, baby.” I winked.
“Chase but—”
“Chase is gone for the night, baby. You fucking on a Menace tonight,” I told her as I pulled the tripod out of the bag.
I set it up to face her. I turned on the camera’s light to ensure we had the perfect lighting. I reached back into the bag and pulled out the nipple clamps and my black straps, holding them up toward her. “Now, let’s play Menace May I.” I smiled.
I could see the fear of the unknown in Coffee’s eyes. We dabbled in this type of shit a little at Beaux, but tonight I wanted to take her through there. I crept toward her, “Hands,”
She stared at me, then she smiled. “Menace May I,” she started. “May I request something?”
“What?”
“Neck.” She winked.
I nodded. “Oh, so you’re with it. Bet.”
I tossed the strap over my shoulder as I eased up to her with the special nipple clamps, I bought last Christmas, which we never got around to using. She glanced down at them and laughed. “Really?”
I looked down at them, then at her. “What I want is to fuck Coffee under the mistletoe.”
She burst out laughing. However, a nigga was serious as hell. “The word for tonight is breathe. Now breathe,” I told her as I clamped each one of her nipples with the mistletoe charmed clamps.
The way Coffee howled and screamed scared the fuck out of me. “Ow shit!Ah, my nipples are a little tender,” she damn near cried. “Let me take a few breaths, and I will be ok,” she mumbled.
I glared at her curiously.Sore nipples?“We don’t have to—”
She extended her hand and nodded with her lips pressed tight. “No, you're fine, come on,” she said.
Once they were on, I walked back over and hit record. I strolled back over toward her and stood behind her. My face lowered toward her ear, “I love you, Coffee, and forgive me now, but this pussy is mine tonight. Menace, May I remember,” I said before giving her the sweetest kiss on the side of her face.
She blew out a sharp breath before nodding. I gripped my dick and rubbed up and down the crack of her ass slowly. “Ssss,” she hissed, followed by a sexy moan.
I hiked one of her legs up on the couch as I bent her over. “Open that shit up, I want to see your pussy from the back,” I told her.
I slid my dick up and down her ass again before I entered her. For the last couple of months, Coffee’s pussy has been extra wet, and a nigga couldn’t get enough. I started with a slow stroke. My body rolled in a snake-like motion as my dick got reacquainted with her insides. With one hand at her waist, the other went under her leg, which rested on the couch, as I lifted it.
Roll up, roll down.
My head fell back, and my mouth opened. “God!” I grumbled.
The feeling was one I couldn’t describe. It felt so fucking good that my hand dug into her smooth thighs. “Goddamn Nemo, shit is so, so fucking good.”
Roll up, roll down.
The moans that escaped her lips made the shit feel even better. I closed my eyes, and there was that feeling of a nigga wanting to cry. I loved it when I saw color palettes, flowers, and shit.“Fuck!”I grunted.
Roll up, roll down.
“Mm. Mm. Mm.”
