“Oh, I’m so scared,” I tease, kissing the tip of his cock before dragging my tongue down the underside.
His arms flex again, straining against my panties, and then—
The sound of tearing as the lace rips. And the second it does, he’s on me.
One flex, and suddenly my back slams into the mattress, wrists pinned above my head.
“Game’s fucking over,” he snarls.
His face hovers over mine, breathing hard. His cock presses against my pussy as he grinds into me, every inch of him thick, heavy, and furious.
His hand clamps tighter around my wrists.
“I hope that wasn’t your favorite pair,” he says, eyes locked on mine.
Then he pulls himself up, sitting back on his heels, cock hard between us. His chest rises and falls over me.
“You gonna finish what you started,” his voice rough. “and suck my cock like a good girl?”
“Yes,” I say, nodding helplessly at his words.
“Open your mouth,” he orders, pulling his shorts down a little more, his cock thick and heavy in his grip.
My lips part, the anticipation building as I lean in and line myself up with his head. I’ve had so many fantasies involving him. I’ve spent countless nights telling him about them. If there’s one person who knows what I want—what I crave—it’s him. And he’s using that to his full advantage.
He slides the head of his cock over my tongue, letting it drag across my lips. His other hand settles in my hair, firm but careful.
“Slowly. Hand at the base. Good. Now lick—swirl your tongue around the head. Yeah, just like that.”
I follow his voice like it’s gospel, swirling my tongue and taking him a little deeper. My jaw aches already, but the sounds he makes push me further.
“Fuck, Melody,” he groans, head falling back for a second, hand tightening in my hair. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I hum, unsure if I’m doing it right, but when I wrap my lips tighter and suck a little harder, his hips flex forward slightly.
“You like having my cock in your mouth, don’t you baby?”
I nod, gagging when he slides deeper, my eyes watering, spit pooling at the corners of my lips.
I pull back slightly and he lets me, keeping a fist in my hair.
“I don’t want to do this wrong,” I whisper, breathless.
“You’re not.” he pants. “You’re perfect.”
I smile at the praise, biting my lip before opening my mouth again. He nods, then pushes his cock back onto my tongue and thrusts forward. It’s shallow, but his hips guide the rhythm, rocking gently as his hand controls the depth.
“Use your tongue,” he orders. “Flatten it under me. That’s it.”
I moan softly, the vibration making him twitch.
“I could come in that pretty mouth right now,” he growls. “Would you swallow it all for me?”
I hum in response, feeling him pump in and out of my mouth.
His grip tightens in my hair as he pushes a little deeper.
“That’s it,” he grunts, voice strained, lips curling.
