Page 24 of Take the Bait


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"Take off your fucking clothes Mel so that I can worship you properly." I didn't think his voice could get any deeper but somehow it does. I nod as much as I can until he drops my face, sending me instantly into a rush of undressing myself in record time without even standing up. I keep my panties on, leaving a shred of clothing for him to take off himself. My bra is the last thing I remove, allowing my breasts to spill free and bounce slightly. I don't plan to tell him - and I doubt he will be able to tell - but they are fake. They were a present to myself for finishing nursing school and they are the best tits a girl can buy. If it weren't for the small scars underneath them, you would never know by touch alone.

Ashton pushes his hips back towards me, letting his damp cock brush against each nipple before resting it between my tits. My nipples immediately react to being touched by his body, hardening into peaks and turning a shade darker as they stiffen. I push my chest against the base of his dick, looking up at him with lust in my eyes.

"Greedy girl," he says, grabbing both of my tits and pushing them together around his length. He stares down at the sight, watching his penis pump between my full breasts that almost cover his girth.

"Fuck me." I practically beg. I love some good foreplay but I am dying to feel him inside of me, hungry for it like a fish taking a worm from a hook without caring what the consequence might be, just needing a taste. He answers me with another thrust into my breasts before pulling away.

I hold up a condom that I had planted in my pocket for this exact occasion. Always prepared. I rip the side open, sliding out the lubricated latex disc and reaching towards Ashton. I take the base of his shaft in my hand before burying it deep into my throat, allowing my saliva to coat it once again. I slide the condom down onto his hardness, being sure to squeeze along the way to make him squirm with impatience. It serves him right for making me wait.

Melanie is pushing to get me to fuck her and there's no denying that I want to. This time is different from the other times we have fooled around. For starters, my dick is rock hard and couldn't go down even if I wanted it to. Secondly, this is the most hungry I have ever seen her for me. The way she claws at my skin, trying to find any and every way to get our bodies connected. My mind is still swimming a bit from the alcohol, but there's no doubt in my mind that I want her.

She is looking up at me with those fuck me eyes and when she slides the rubber down my steel cock I swear it gets harder somehow. I pull her onto the bed, the only thing separating us now is a barely-there white lace thong. I run the tip of my cock along the spot hiding her pussy and even though I can't feel her arousal through the condom, the way it slides against her is all the evidence I need. I stand to my full height - and so does my cock.

Fuck she looks like some kind of angel sprawled out on my bed like that. Some stupid part of me wanted tonight to be special, like we didn't make rules strictly forbidding any kind of special bullshit between us. If she asks, I will deny it, but I didn't want the first time I fuck her to be on a mattress only inches from the floor. So while she was at work today, I went out and bought the only bed frame I could find that didn't have a grandma flair to it. And fuck am I glad I did because it's the perfect height for me to be able to stand over her while also feeling her wetness on my skin - our bodies perfectly aligned.

My deep tan hands are a stark contrast to the vibrant white of her panties when I grab onto the front triangle. Her lips part, ready for me to peel them off her and finally give her what she wants. Except I don't. Instead, I pull up on the fabric, bringing it tight against her soaked pussy, applying pressure to her clit that I bet a month's salary is hard and throbbing right about now. Melanie rewards me with a gasp, and a squeal, and a moan all in one breath. She wants to be cherished and punished, toeing the line between pleasure and pain, teetering as the balance tips back and forth.

"Ash, come on. Fuck me. Please."

"Now why would I give in so easily when you beg so pretty for me?"

"Because you want it just as much as I do." She's not wrong with that statement, not in the slightest.

I let my tip press against the lace covering her opening, seeing how wild I can get her. She plays it off that she is annoyed, but I can see the heat growing in her gaze the longer I make her wait for it, the pleasure building with every minute she doesn't get what she wants. And when I give in to her, she will feel the ecstasy ten fold.

Melanie grabs at her panties, frantic to get them off and remove the final barrier between us. But she's not in charge here. My hand wraps all the way around her wrist, stopping her motion to remove the last piece of fabric that hides her from me. I want her naked ... but I want to be the one to do it.

"No."

"Come on, Ashton, quit playing. Fuck me or I'm going to my room to do it myself." She squirms under my hold, doing her best to free her hands from my grip. My mom always told me not to play with my food, but Melanie is too good to eat all in one bite. I want to savor her, take in every last bite and let it soak into my tongue until she's all I can taste tomorrow.

My dick remains hard and heavy between my thighs, resting ever so slightly against Melanie's opening. I push it against her one more time before ripping the lace that covers her. She jolts at the suddenness of my movement, everything else I have done up to this point slow and concentrated.

I'm not sure if it's the alcohol in my blood or the blood in my cock, but it's like every spot our bodies are touching is electric. Even with the thin latex providing a barrier, I can feel the current running through her to me - the pulse of her heartbeat from her thigh pounding on mine.

"Once I do this, there's no going back. You know that right?"

Melanie moves, as if trying to will my shaft to enter her without me moving at all. I flick her clit, forcing her eyes to meet mine.

"Do you need me to repeat the question?"

"No ... I know, now put it in, dammit."

And with that, I drive it home, thrusting my entire length in, her pelvis knocking against mine as I bury myself as deep as I can go. I don't ease it in and I don't give her body a chance to adjust to my intrusion. She wanted it so bad, now she has it. I stay like that for a minute, feeling her body starting to adjust to me and letting her catch her breath. And then I pull back an inch, driving it back into her and hitting the deepest parts of her.

"Fuck." I choke out. Melanie's eyes drift closed, her lips parted and her knuckles turning white as they tighten their grip on my sheets. I think those might have been the best purchase I have ever made.

The rough tip of my finger drags along the side of her pussy lips, the erotic feeling of where our bodies are joined making my cock pulse inside of her, the motion forcing her to arch her back off the mattress. I hold our bodies together, not pushing things any further than this.

The alcohol is still swimming around in my head, so too much motion will start giving me double vision. Even though the thought of seeing two of Melanie's perfect naked body in front of me sounds like fucking heaven, I am also prone to motion sickness which is a terrible idea for this moment. No need to worry about whiskey dick though, the little blue pills I pounded before she came home doing their job and keeping my cock hard as a rock.

She feels so fucking amazing clenched around me I doubt I would have had any issue keeping my dick interested but it wasn't a risk I was willing to take. And now that she is sprawled out in front of me and my mind is swimming with all the things I want to do to her, I am fucking thankful I took them.

"You're taking me so well, Doc," I groan out, the nickname catching both of us by surprise.

"Imagine how much better I can take you when you start actually fucking me." Melanie is a certified brat, it's like every challenge she smarts at me is a secret plea for me to spank her ass - to leave it red and throbbing when I'm done dishing out her punishment.

"I was trying to be a gentleman you know, giving the lady a chance to get used to the water before throwing her into the deep end."

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