Page 48 of A Tragic Melody

“It’s nice. Has a lot of ridges.” Her fingers trace over the top of it. “This little curve—” She strokes the bend in my cock, “—will feel nice. Probably presses against all the right places.” Her hand fully wraps around it, stroking it slowly. “Wyatt, may I please put it in my mouth? Just for a moment? Just to feel⁠—”

“Yes,” I cut her off. “You can.”

Her lips wrap around my cock, and I can’t stop the groan that leaves my mouth. Her mouth feels so good—too good. I could easily get addicted to it.

She giggles around my cock before taking more of it into her mouth. She sucks me in further until I feel her gag. Pulling back for a moment, she sucks in a breath before slowly beginning to bob her head on my cock. I let my hands move to her hair, twirling a loose strand around my fingers, trying to ground myself.

Her buns are a mess and lopsided now, so I reach for the pin holding them up. Carefully, I pull one out, and then undo the band tying it up. Half her long hair tussles down, and I move to do the next.

Her smokey eyes flicker up to me. She continues to bob her head on my cock as I undo the second one. When the rest of her hair falls down, she carefully shakes her head, letting it drop down her back.

“You’re very beautiful,” I say softly, stroking her face. She flexes her cheeks, creating more friction. “Does my cock feel good in your mouth?”

She nods.

“I bet it will feel better inside your pussy.”

Her eyes roll back a little before looking back up at me. Full of something other than drugs, they look even more haunting.

“Let me fuck you. Give me a chance to make up for all those before me. The ones who didn’t fulfill their end of the bargain.”

She pulls her mouth off my cock. “I’m not holding my breath, but I’m excited to see you try.” She sits back on her ass.

I watch as she slides her G-string down her legs, then spreads her legs wide, giving me a good view of her pussy. It’s wet and just as stunning as the rest of her. My face must show how nice I find it because she laughs.

“Am I prettier than any of your past fucks?”

“Can’t say,” I say softly, stroking my cock.

“Can’t say?”

“Can’t remember what any other woman looks like right now.”

“That’s a good answer.” She laughs.

I slip off the couch and drop to my knees in front of her.

“Not lying.”

“You’re cute when you’re kneeling between my legs.”

“Cute?” I raise my brow at her. I don’t want to be cute right now. I want to be as sexy as she is.

“Hot.” She rolls her eyes. “Dashing. Striking. Appealing.” She scoffs.

“Stop talking. Unless it’s to beg for me to put my cock in you, I don’t want to hear your smart mouth.”

She presses her lips together. I grip her legs, bending them at the knee and pushing them further apart. She flattens her back against the ground, staring up at me.

“Look at me,” I say softly. Her head lifts and her eyes look into mine. “I want you to watch me as I play with your pussy, okay?”

Sighing, she lifts up, resting on her elbows as I let my fingers graze her pussy.

I spread her lips, letting my pointer finger swirl the wetness around her opening.

“You’re so wet. Guess you weren’t lying about getting turned on by having a cock in your mouth.” I chuckle.

“No.” She gasps as my thumb presses against her clit, grinding against it. “Oh.” She sucks in a breath.