Melody's Point of View

“What! Why are you holding me like that?” I jerked his hands away, trying my best not to get lost in his eyes.

“We both know you like it.” - “Like what?” I played dumb, still standing right where I was next to the couch.

The couch was right behind me, all I wanted to do was go to work and have a peaceful day ahead, no drama.

I was about to walk towards my room when his hands gripped me by my waist as he pulled me closer with his firm hands.

My body got in contact with his dick, I had control over my body, I could control myself at least this once.

Or so I thought until I turned while landing on the couch and my body slammed harder on his.

My hair scattered through my face as I closed my eyes while feeling the warmth of his skin slowly on my thighs.

His hands still held me by my waist, and I swear I didn't realize it when my hands curled around his huge rock…

“Good girl,” he smirked his lips together while pulling me upwards…

I withdrew immediately, sitting normally, as soon as he pulled away from me. I slowly pulled my trousers right on the floor.

“Do you need me to help out with your pants?” His warm breath hitched against my neck as I nodded defiantly.

“ No!" I told him straight up.

I wasn't a fool, trust me, I knew what I was doing right.

My red panties dropped to the cold floor while he stared at me with satisfaction shirtlessly.

He lied down on the sofa while his gaze shifted on me…

“I didn't come for sex!” he finally said.

When my nipples were firm like needles. I swallowed down my saliva while searching for the next words to say.

“So…what are you…” I hadn't completed his statement when he shut me up, staring back at me with the most lustful eyes ever.

“When I'm done with you, you would know,” he quietly stated.

As he lay down on the couch, his dick erect, standing right there like a pole without touch ..

“Come here”, he signaled with his left hands pulling me into a circle of sin.

I sat right there on his face, arching my back forward, my face pointing towards his dick.

Immediately, his mouth circled round into my entrance…

I let out a subconscious groan…, however, his tongue circled round as he folded my butt, pushing me closer towards him.

His tongue dug right into my pussy, I felt like pulling away because of the heat I felt.

I wasn't used to cunnilingus at all, but this…

This was heaven!

This felt like fire in my bones!

This felt teenage, most of all, it felt life, very sharp.

My hands were on his thick thigh while I kept moaning slowly but gently…

He turned his mouth to the left, as his tongue dug deeper from that side.

While he grabbed my ass in a way that screamed, “do not let go “..

“Hmmm”, I moaned in a rush, in a rush to leave for work because time was leaping.

My mouth faced his dick with the way I bent, and I didn't think twice about it before I forced his dick into my mouth…

I heard his whimper immediately.

His hands slammed my butt gently, as I felt his tongue roll through my cunt, it twisted and turned while mixing through saliva as he dug in again and again.

He wanted to say something but he couldn't because he was clearly devouring me, eating me slowly.

My mouth rotated round his dick in a way that made him shiver.

The little shocks made me realize he was getting stimulated.

Minutes passed by as his dick got harder in my mouth…

I was losing my breath, my mouth got watered with each second that passed…

He pulled my tights harder towards his mouth the moment I removed his dick…

“Wasn't he tired of digging up my snail?”

“Anti….” My mouth went dry, I couldn't even call the name halfway till I gave up.

I wanted to say something, but the moment of pleasure was all that mattered.

Till my phone rang, filling the air with each ringtone while guilt washed over me.

He pushed my thighs softly as my whole body weight landed flat on his dick, pressing it down hard.

“Bitch, that hurts,” he jerked me away slowly , while spanking my ass as I raised my brows.

I sat down on the chair feeling awkward, while he stared at me. Antonio was a very rough man, I mean he loved to do a lot of rough things.

After a moment, he started to wear his trousers, while clinging his shirt towards his arms, his arm tattoo revealing in a magnifying manner.

“We were supposed to actually fuck, weren't we?” That was my inward thought about that moment…

“What did you just say out loud?” he asked, but I nodded my head since I hadn't really said anything.

“We just fucked,” it was until he said his statement I realized that I had said my statement out loud.

He was about to open the door before I talked.

“So you are just going to get me hard and leave?” I looked at him, but his action changed while he walked up to me.

“Hey, do you want to fuck?” he quietly said, and that moment was something I dreaded.

I didn't want to sound vulnerable and desperate, I mean I could get what I wanted outside.

But there was something about the way he handled me roughly that brought about pleasure, I hadn't experienced.

He stood right in front of me while bending towards my side, who was sitting on a chair.

“Since you would want us to…,” he faked a cough while licking his lower lips.

He walked towards me while his fingers ran through my tights slowly, grazing the little hair while his hands went down in a way that hitched satisfaction.

“I mean you can beg to be taken!”

He suddenly left, his footsteps were faster as he walked out of the house.

Did he just say I should beg to have sex with him…

I couldn't say, but images were flying through my brain…

“Beg to be taken?” Was he even serious ?