🧡💜ภคгยђเภค ๓๏ภtђ 2023🧡💜

Beefcake Tower Uzumaki Style

Part Two of the Macho Cafe prompt

Beefcake Tower Uzumaki Style

He carted her through his living room, suffering a necklace of butterfly kisses as she pressed her moist plush lips to his throat and collarbone. She knew his neck was sensitive, that it drove him crazy when she ran her little tongue over his pulse and nibbled at the nook below his jaw.

He stumbled in the hallway when her teeth nipped his Adams apple.

By the time he hit the bedroom, he was ready to rip his spandex booty shorts off and pound her little hole until the painful ache in his balls eased.

Probably what she wanted.

Tough luck, because he had plans for her tonight.

He did take have time to punish her teasing though.

Tumbling her to his bed, Naruto followed her down, pressing her to the orange comfortable with his weight, trapping her arms between them as he swallowed her tongue.

She struggled between him, wanting her hands free.

"You don't get to touch," he growled between smooches, "you wanted to misbehave, you deal with the consequences, 'ttebayo."

She giggled beneath him, breathlessly whispering, "I wasn't-"

He fused their mouths again, swallowing her playful lie.

Reaching down, he found the hem of her dress and lifted it.

"I planned on giving you a treat," he muttered into her mouth, "but if you wanna be punished instead keep going the way you're going, sweetheart."

A whining moan left her throat as his fingers slipped inside her panties, his nimble fingers parting he folds to find her slippery button nestled between them.

He stroked her slow and frustratingly light, dangling what she wanted most just out of reach, sucking on her tongue as he played with her pussy.

Shaky fingers gripped the naked skin of his back.

Digging in as she whimpered and arched, her breathless exhalation of his name needy and desperate.

"Don't play games you can't win, Hinata," he whispered, "now. You want me to give you the Tower, or you wanna keep playing this game."

He swirled her clit again, sucking down hitched gasp that left her lips.

"T-Tower," she moaned.

He grinned against her mouth, "good choice, baby. You're gonna like the new Uzumaki-fied Beefcake Tower."

Jackknifing up, he settled between her spread thighs and reached for her dress.

It was one of those fluttery, flowy things he liked to reach under when she passed him by; easy access and easy removal.

He untied the little bow at her left hip, then unwrapped her body like a holiday gift.

And Hinata's body was the gift just kept on fuckin giving.

Her heavy breasts bobbed free, their cherry turgid tips calling his name; her little waist flaring into wide hips that had to have been molded specifically for his hands. The little orange scrap of silk blocking his view of her naked sex was like a siren's melody.

Gripping the thin straps, he tugged them down her legs and tossed them to a corner unknown.

He reached out, cupping her ankles, tracing the inner bone with his thumb before sliding his rough hands up along the velvety soft skin of her calves, lingering at the hallow behind her knees, then sliding down again.