Page 14 of On the Menu

“Are you gonna take all of me? Every inch?” Each question was punctuated by a push of his hips, by the squeeze of her throat, and her muffled noises that meant yes.

She wants me. Even like this. In bed. Where I’m more about pleasure than poetry, and I’ve never “made love,” only fucked.

“You’d tell me if I did this wrong, wouldn’t you?” he suddenly asked.

“Oh, God. You’re the best I’ve ever had,” Cara exclaimed, lifting off of him, strings of saliva connecting the tip of his thick cock to her pouty lower lip.

“Let me see if I can solidify that record.” Stray pulled her to her knees, then laid her flat beside him. He rolled on top of her and let his fingers press into her sopping slit, already prepared for him. Her walls gripped him instantly, tight from weeks, or months, or maybe years without the kind of worship she should have. “You’ve no idea how badly I want to be inside you,” he hissed, kissing her, stealing her breath. “Let me in? All the way in?”

“Mmhm,” Cara kissed him back, hands in his hair, on his back—pulling him in. Wanting him. Craving him.

His tip slid in and stuck a little as he widened, needing an extra push. Stray could tell his shadows didn’t like the idea of his perfect meal turning sour, and they were quickly caressing her clit, her entrance, stroking around the few inches of cock left outside of her body.

Cara’s eyes opened as the rippling sensation pawed and pressed around her most sensitive pieces as he drove in deep and held himself there, feeling a different sort of connection, one that went past his physical or even ethereal body.

Bone deep. Soul deep.

His hands came up and fastened around her wrists as she went limp on the mattress, pinned by his cock. “Can I hold you like this?”

“Of course,” she smiled at him, her fingers closing, brushing the parts of his hand she could reach.

“And I can fuck you like this? Make love like this?” he corrected hastily, his hips starting to move to hers, an ancient motion, in and out without ever leaving her completely.

“Ohh, God, yes, Stray. Yes, you can,” she groaned, nodding and licking her lips, her wide eyes latched onto his.

“Because you’re mine, aren’t you? Mine to love, and protect, and devour.” His words were losing, and his instincts were winning, but he wasn’t afraid. Somehow, he knew his shadows weren’t going to ruin a good thing. “And to fuck in every hole until you’re coming all over my cock?”

“Yes, Stray!”

“That sweet little pussy was just meant to swallow my cock. And so was your pretty mouth,” he hissed, kissing her hard, biting her lower lip softly, surprised when she bit back, the raspberry-ripple of sex and surprise surrounding him in a heady perfume.

“I don’t think you know what a prize you are, Cara. How fucking sexy and beautiful you are—especially full of my cock,” he panted, body starting to disobey, to pick up speed. He heard her soft moans transform into startled sounds as he slid in hard and deep, without pausing between thrusts, and then they transitioned into much louder groans. “You’re supposed to be louder, Cara. I’m not going to know if I’m doing a good job for my girl if she doesn’t tell me.”

“So good! It’s amazing,” she hissed, eyes shut.

And he didn’t like that. He wanted to see those blue-green eyes, see their pleasure, their approval. “Look at me, Cara. Look at me while I’m in you. Do just what I say?”

She nodded, eagerness in every line of her face, that excitement and joy scent topping everything for a second. “Yes, daddy.”

“Oh, fuck. That mouth. The things you say...”

“Like, ‘fuck me harder’?”

His shadows spread out in a single flare of blackness, and gripped her thighs and slid between her ass cheeks, making her shriek. “Good girl, it’s okay, it’s okay. It’s only me. I’m just built a little different. But you’re safe. Say you trust me?”

“I trust you,” Cara whimpered without a second thought, pushing into the curling shadows’ touch between her legs. “What is it? What’s so good?”

“My love for you. Making my rotten old soul into something better,” he confessed. “You don’t have to understand tonight. We have years for me to explain it all,” he whispered, fighting down a jealous urge when her pussy jumped because of the way his shadowy tendril was gently teasing her clit while he kept up a hammering pace.

“Yes, daddy. Later is fine,” she panted, breath starting to crescendo and climb octaves.

“You’re not going to come yet, are you?” he teased, riding her harder, allowing his shadows to move more freely. They found her breasts and tugged, found her anus and explored the ring of nerve endings between her cheeks.

“N-no?” she whimpered.

“Not unless you ask nicely, sweet Cara.”

He was trying to be good—but she made it so wonderfully easy to be a little bad. He sealed her lips and wouldn’t let her speak, wouldn’t let her beg to come as he pushed his shadows to focus on her pussy, to overstimulate her until he could feel the throbbing in her walls turn into a constant spasm.