Page 49 of A Tragic Melody

I let my pointer finger slip inside her. Her pussy grips it as I push it forward, letting my thumb apply pressure to her clit.

“You’re so tight,” I murmur, letting my head dip to her chest. My tongue lashes against her right nipple.

“Fuck,” she groans. I start sucking on her nipple, and her fingers latch on to my head, combing through my hair.

I let my finger begin thrusting into her pussy, matching the way I suck on her nipple. My thumb taps at her clit in between grinding against it.

“Fuck, Wyatt,” she moans my name, and my cock throbs at how good it sounds. “I said fuck me not…this.”

I pry my lips from her nipple. “You want me to make you come, right?”

“Yes, but⁠—”

“So let me,” I cut her off.

I take her nipple back in my mouth, letting my finger continue to fuck her. I start off slow, letting my finger explore what makes her feel good. I listen for the way she breathes. When her stomach tightens and her breath hitches, I know I found a good pace, so I stick with it. I let my thumb do lazy half circles around her clit.

I fully plan on getting her off once before I stick my cock in her, but I’m going to take my time. I want it to be good, and the longer the buildup takes, the better the peak will feel.

“Please,” she begs. “Wyatt, stop playing and fuck me.”

I chuckle against her nipple before pulling back again.

“You are such a needy whore.” I let my tongue flick against her left nipple now. “Greedy, too. Let me have some fun. I’m not like the desperate idiots you are used to. I enjoy taking my time.”

“I just want to feel you inside me,” she moans as I increase the speed of my thumb against her clit. Her hand latches onto my shoulder, digging her nails into my flesh. “Wyatt…I…”

“I know, beautiful. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

She nods as her hips rock into my fingers. I apply a little more pressure with my thumb and increase the speed of my finger in her pussy.

She gasps, back arching against my chest.

“No, no, no,” she mutters. “I don’t want to come like this…” Her whole body tenses, then jerks before I have time to react. Her mouth hangs open in a quiet scream as her pussy spasms around my finger.

I make her ride it out until she goes slack against the floor, and only then do I reduce my touch. I stroke my cock with my free hand, as she lays flat against the floor, panting.

I chuckle to myself as I remove my finger from her pussy, reaching into my pants for my wallet. I pull out a condom, as she stares up with a goofy smile on her face.

It fills me with pride to know I was able to get her off. It shouldn’t, though. This whole situation is dangerous, but I find myself not caring about any of that right now. Now I’m just desperate to fuck her. To make her come again, and feel it around my cock this time.

I slip the condom over my cock before letting my fingers stroke at her clit. I want to heighten this next part. I shift forward, letting the tip of my cock press against her opening.

“Wyatt…” She glances up. Her gray eyes are dazed, but filled with tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”

“I don’t want to do this,” she whispers. “Please. I just…I don’t want to do this anymore.”

It feels like a bucket of cold water crashed on my head. I’m confused, but shift backward, letting my fingers leave her flesh. My cock aches, but if she doesn’t want it, I don’t want it.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her voice cracks.

“Stop apologizing,” I say softly. “It’s fine.”

My cock strongly disagrees with that statement, but it hasn’t been touched in a while, so its opinion means very little in this moment.

“I’m going to bed,” she says, snatching her dress off the floor.