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“Tell me,” he says, “you wanted me to suck your cunt when you first saw me. Tell me the truth, Melody. I remember the look in your eye, but we couldn’t. I wanted you, but I couldn’t touch you. I couldn’t ask you what you wanted. I had to... forget you.” He pushes his dick against my ass over my skirt. “I thought I could ask. I thought I could, but it wasn’t right.” His body trembles behind me like he’s holding back. “But now I can." His lips brush over my skin. "Show me how wet your pussy is for me. How much it needs to be filled. Fight whatever it is that holds you back.”
“Who are they?”
The blonde pulls away from the brunette’s pussy and licks the cum off the brunette’s face, then sucks the guy’s dick.
“Rich college kids that like to share.” I slide my hand between my legs, and I’m soaked. “Let me see.”
I hold up my hand, my fingers glistening from my arousal. He slides his tongue between my fingers and sucks. A wave of pleasure shoots straight to my clit as I watch him close his eyes, savoring the taste. The feel of his soft tongue over my fingers. It’s a drug for him. The way his breathing silently gives him away at how much he enjoys the taste of me thrills me.
I look over my shoulder, and the two girls are getting dressed. Their fuck session is over.
“Valen, they are leaving.”
His eyes open, and he smiles. “So are we.”
Relieved that we aren’t staying, I follow him down the hallway to a side door that leads outside to the awaiting SUV.
We sit in the back of the car on the long bench. She's behind the driver’s chair, and I'm sitting in the center. I don’t want to tempt the driver into looking at the rearview mirror when she is wearing a skirt.
She doesn’t realize how beautiful her body is. How perfect her ass looks or how high her breasts sit in the top I bought her. She doesn’t think she’s beautiful.
The way she mentioned Jess told me all I needed to know. Melody doesn’t think she is attractive, but she is also jealous of the thought of me with someone else. I could see it in her eyes when she mentioned her. I felt it when she thought my cock wasn’t hard for her.
“Why are we sitting back here?” she asks.
I stretch my legs out and lean close. “Because you're wearing a skirt, baby. I don’t want anyone to imagine what you look like between your legs.”
She glances at the driver. “Just you?”
“Only me.”
“How presumptuous of you.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
She scoffs. “Who do you think you are?”
I lean closer and reply softly, “The one you think about when you play with your pussy. I’m the man you fantasize about when you imagine yourself to be a whore. I’m the man who has libidinous thoughts about you.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Am I? All women do it. The virgins. The moral wives of men while their husbands are philandering behind their backs. All women wonder what it would be like if they weren’t judged so harshly for liking sex the same way men do.”
“But you have a problem,” she whispers.
“You mean my satyriasis.”
I find it amusing that she thinks people don’t know—like my driver. He’s been driving me around since I was twelve. He’s seen my bare ass pump inside countless women.
“Don’t worry, Melody. I’m not going to fuck you if that's what you’re worried about. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want.”
“Why?”
My lips skirt the edge of her shirt right above her left breast, watching her nipples go as hard as rocks. I love working her up. I want her to feel how beautifully her body responds to me. I get off on it.
“Because I need your consent.”
“To what?” she asks, confused.
