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There was a beat of silence.
“I don't think I like that word," Melody whispered, absent-mindedly picking at the hem of her dress. The smallest part of her feared she was picking a fight.
He studied her carefully. Her shoulders hunched forward and gone was the sexy siren he'd coaxed to the surface.
Wes tilted her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You don't, or you think I won't like it if you don't?”
“Um, that part.”
“You can be my… dirty–” he paused for permission and she nodded quickly. “–girl without me calling you names that make you obviously uncomfortable.”
“I really don't like that word, it makes my belly feel weird.”
“Okay, buttercup." Wes kissed her forehead.
Her arms wrapped tightly around him, her fingers tight in the fabric of his shirt. “Can we get back to the sexy parts and away from the trauma?”
“The way you put things.”
Mel nibbled her lip. “You like my quirkiness.”
“More than you know.” He turned the knob to the door making Melody step backward into the room.
She reached up and pulled him in for a kiss, molding her body to his. She whined and submitted to his demanding tongue.
Wes pulled back and Melody gasped for air. With a wicked grin, he threw her on his bed eliciting a squeal. Her body bounced with the blanket as Wes prowled toward her.
“You’re such a fucking goddess spread out on my bed. I want to take my time to worship you but right now all I can think about is fucking that tight cunt until you can’t walk.”
“Yes, Daddy, please.” His eyes darkened with her begging. Wes crawled up her body, positioning his thighs on either side of her body.
He tutted. “You’re wearing too much, babygirl.” He grasped her dress and ripped it from her body, throwing the tattered shreds to the floor. Heat bloomed between her thighs at the possessive look in his eyes.
“Ah, Wes! My dress…” she trailed off as his mouth descended on her pert nipple.
“Fuck the dress. I’ll buy you another,” Wes murmured as he took the other nipple into his hot, wet mouth. “I’ll buy fifty and shred every one.” His bite sent chills through her body making Mel rub her thighs together, needing the friction.
Wes’ hand snaked down her body to find her soaking panties. He moaned against her skin.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Tell me who makes this pussy gush?” he asked as he backed off of her, shedding his clothes to the floor.
Mel sucked in a breath at the sight of him naked before her. Her mouth watered at his muscular shoulders and arms. Her eyes raked down his broad chest and toned waist. She wanted his naked body pressed against her. She needed it.
“I asked you a question, buttercup.” His statement commanded attention. Melody had to remember what he’d asked her before he’d stripped and her brain short circuited.
“Hmm?” She pulled her bottom lip between her lips.
“Naughty girls that don’t listen get punished.” Wes crawled up the bed, opening her legs for him.
“I-um…”
Wes ran his fingers over her wetness then tore the panties from her body.
“I asked…who makes this pussy so wet?” He bent down placing kisses along her thighs but purposely missing the place she needed him the most.
“Oh, you, Wes, you!” Mel sputtered. Wes stopped his movements and glanced up at her.
“Wrong.” He nipped her thigh sharply.
