CHASE
When I approached the door, my stomach sank, and that tingling feeling pulled me in.
I knew Nemo was on the other side. It had always been that side of her that made a nigga nervous.
I knew we hadn’t gone there in a while, and I needed to bring my best tonight.
Coffee had seen different sides of me, but what she was about to get tonight was Menace that steals pussy.
I had gone to step closer, and she extended her leg to stop me. “Knees, nigga!” she spat.
I ran my tongue over my lips as I lowered my head and nodded. As she asked, a nigga got on his knees. “You sure you want to take it there? Nemo, once I’m in, baby, I’m in.”
Slow, strut. Slow, strut.
It had always been that fucking walk that did it for me.
When most people saw Coffee, they saw innocence, maybe insecurities because of her birthmark, but me, I saw a woman who mastered the art of seduction, a woman who didn’t mind doing the freakiest things for a nigga, a woman who was stronger than she wanted to admit, a mother, a life partner, and a woman I now called my wife.
When she reached me, she placed one leg to the side of me while her pussy was at eye level. I inhaled deeply as my hand slid up her leg.
Slap!
She lowered her head toward me. “No. Bad Menace.”
My eyes slowly rose toward her. “Coffee—”
Slap!
“It’s Nemo!” she barked.
My jaws tightened. “Cof—”
Slap!
I snapped. I shot up from the floor, now towering over her with my nose flared. “I don’t give a fuck what we’re playing, you know, I don’t like when you slap me.”
Slap!
My hand clenched her neck as I swung her around, lifting and slamming her against the window. Coffee’s sultry smile lingered on her face. “There he is. Now that’s the Menace I want.”
I gripped tighter as my face leaned forward. My tongue slid up her birthmark. “You make a nigga want to be nasty,” I growled.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in tighter.
There was something about her tonight that felt different.
It wasn’t bad, but the energy she was giving off was quite emotional.
I tried to keep my thoughts clear, but part of me wanted to make love to her, caress her, and protect her from whatever fear she carried inside.
However, Coffee was giving me something I hadn’t felt in a long time, and I was determined to make this shit count.
I removed my hand from her neck and gripped her waist. I pushed her body upward against the window.
She rested her legs over my shoulders as my arms locked around her thighs.
I used my teeth to gently move her panties aside before my lips kissed her chocolate center.
I had gone from light pecks to tongue kissing her pussy.
My tongue crept between her pussy lips and captured her clit between my teeth.
I lightly bit down before pulling at it, then sucking on it.
Her hands gripped my locks as she pulled at them.
“Oooo, fuckin’ Menace,” she moaned in a vibrato.
She began moving her hips as I flicked at her clit endlessly. Humming on her clit, I was able to mutter words, “You taste fucking good.”
“Mm, eat it up then. Eat, eat, eat, eat!” she screamed.
I used my weight to push her up further, now sticking my tongue inside. A nigga was in a zone so much, I had gotten lost in eating her pussy.
Her legs clenched around my neck, and she began to pull my head back and forth. “I’m,” she paused, sucking in a deep breath. “I’m fucking cummin’!” she moaned so loud it echoed through the house.
The taste of her sweet nectar flowed from her and into my mouth. I set her down as she tried to catch her breath. A pleased smile appeared on her face as I backed away. “Where are you going?” she asked.
“Let’s play Menace May I. You stay right there, and I will be back,” I told her as I disappeared into the back.
I wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but a nigga was about to turn this shit all the way up.