Page 105 of A Tragic Melody

“No. It makes you pathetic.”

“I’m fine being pathetic if it means she’ll remember me for the rest of her life.”

Before I can even process the situation, Wyatt is pushing me down on my back. His lips plant kisses in between my tits, then past my belly button. I peer down as he drops between my legs.

When his lips wrap around my clit, I drop back. It feels so good instantly. I don’t know how he does it, but he always makes me feel better than anyone else does in seconds.

His fingers continue to work inside me as he sucks. He fingers me to the pace of his sucking, and I can’t help the noises that come out of me. It seems to encourage him though, cause he sucks harder. His free hand slides up my stomach, squeezing at my tit.

It feels too fucking good. My body dances with pleasure, and I squeeze my eyes shut to bask in it for a moment.

“Wyatt,” I groan, so very close to coming undone. My hips jerk on their own, rocking into his face. “I…I…”

“Listen to what a slut you are.” Hendricks’s voice makes my eyes snap open, robbing me of what was to come. “Panting like a bitch in heat because a little bitch boy is going down on you.”

“She tastes amazing,” Wyatt snaps, looking up at me. “A real man wouldn’t want to taste anything else.”

“Please just fuck me,” I plead.

As much as I enjoy him touching me and as good as he makes me feel, I really just want this over with. There is no way Hendricks will allow me to come. He’d continue to cut in with crude comments just to make sure I don’t enjoy this. And even if I managed to have an orgasm, he’d punish me for it later. I just need this to end so I can survive the day.

Wyatt moves up my body, planting kisses against my flesh, until his face is level with mine.

“You feel amazing,” he murmurs into my collar bone. “It’s stunning how good you feel.”

“You’re just high,” Hendricks says. “And pathetic.”

“And a better man than you,” Wyatt quips back.

His eyes are a golden amber when he looks at me. His eyes glow like they are trying to melt me. Or fix me.

He is trying to fix me. Again. Still. Probably always will.

He shifts more, guiding his cock towards my pussy. I can feel it on my thigh. I have no idea when he managed to slip the condom on, nor do I care. I’m just impressed by how quickly he can do it.

Everything about Wyatt is impressive. I regret being so upset in the beginning. He is far better than anyone I’ve ever met, and I shouldn’t have let that bother me.

He rubs his cock against my clit, and sparks of pleasure tingle through my body.

“Please, Wyatt,” I groan, rocking my hips against him. “I want you.”

He smiles at me. “I want you, too.”

The head of his cock drops to my opening. I already know his cock is bigger than most of the guys I’ve been with. I’ve seen the grooves and curves, and I can’t wait to feel them inside me.

I have no doubt he will be able to make me come like he has before, but part of me is scared. I’m sore. Hendricks was rough, and despite having a tiny dick, he made it hurt.

I don’t want there to be pain with Wyatt, but I worry that it will be impossible not to be.

“Fuck,” Wyatt moans as the tip nudges against my opening. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“She does have a creamy little pussy.”

Wyatt’s eyes snap shut as his face scrunches into a scowl.

I reach up, gripping his face until his eyes open. “Wyatt, it’s okay. I want you. Just fuck me.”

He nods and pushes forward.