Page 47 of A Tragic Melody

She laughs, shaking her head. “You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who likes sloppy seconds.”

“Oh, I love leftovers.”

Her lips press together in a thin line, head tilting to the side as she studies me for a moment. I shouldn’t be pushing the issue. This could be the universe trying to save me from my own doom, but I can’t deny I want her right now.

“I didn’t know you’d be into being a cuckold.”

“I’ll try anything once.”

“You’d really fuck me right now? Even having a vague idea of what happened earlier?”

“If you wanted me to.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah.”

Her eyes snap close and her chest tightens as she sucks in a deep breath. As she exhales, her eyes open.

“If you don’t make me come, I’ll tell the entire world you have a tiny dick.” She bends forward, sliding off her high heels.

“We don’t have to do this.”

“Stop with the bullshit, Wyatt. Do you want to fuck me or not?”

“I only want to fuck you if you want me to fuck you.”

“That’s a first,” she says, pushing herself to her feet. She slides the strap of her dress down her arms. “I get a choice?” She laughs as she shimmies the dress down her body. “I just want to feel good, just for a little. If your cock can do that job, I’ll take it.”

“It can.” I nod, letting my eyes glance over her body. She is so pale, but thin. Her stomach is flat, though her tits nearly fall out of the bra she is wearing. The G-string she has on does little to hide her bare pussy. “If not, I have other tools.”

“Other tools?”

“Fingers. Mouth. My cock again.”

“I have a vibrator in my bunk. We could add that into the mix.”

“I’d like to try without first.”

“Jealous of a machine?”

“Determined to prove I’m better than all the men before me.”

“I’d like to see you try.” She steps out of the dress, sinking back to her knees. “Take off your clothes.”

She truly is beautiful. I knew that long before today, but as she kneels on the floor in front of me, in just a leather bra and matching G-string, I don’t know if she is even human.

An angel wouldn’t be wearing a G-string, so most likely she is a demon sent to ruin me, but fuck if Satan doesn’t make beautiful creatures.

My hands reach down, yanking up both the shirts I’m wearing over my head. When I look back down at her, she is unclasping her bra and tossing it to the side. I stand up, kicking off my shoes and pushing my jeans the rest of the way down. My hand rubs over my hard cock through my boxers as I look down at her.

“Finish.” She smiles at me. “I want to see all of you.”

I wish I had something to say back, but as her fingers pull on the sides of her G-string, I can’t think clearly.

I push down my boxers, kicking them to the side.

She leans forward, staring at my cock.