Melody’s POV

His dick rotated through me faster, as my body jiggled, the sounds of his moans and mine mixed through the melancholy of time. The music seemed lousy, distorting my thoughts. My eyes uncontrollably roved through the room.

Sweat cringed down my skin, crawling slowly as warmth reverberated through my pores.

The air conditioner washed relief through me, and I felt a little moment of peace.

Not until!

The warm splatter of cum through my bare skin made my legs vibrate; he kept thrusting hard into me.

His mouth agape, his head a little aback while he stared at me with his seductive eyes.

“Do it better,” his veiny dick spun in my core as he began to thrust in and out roughly.

“Ouch,” I moaned loudly as seconds ticked by, the sounds replayed through my brain.

“I'm…” The words were about to escape my lips when he glared at me with his eyes, and my body quivered. I had no idea why, I forgot my words like a teenager trying to process love.

He slapped my butt hard as it jiggled in seconds, the satisfaction of my moans hitched on his expressions.

“Do you like it?” His voice raspy as it trailed off, he stared at me, my hair rough. I answered him by nodding my head in a conventional manner.

“Yes,” a muffled moan escaped my lips.

“Tell me this pussy belongs to me, you bitch,” satisfaction was on his face as he looked at me, his glance piercing through my soul .

“This pussy belongs to you, daddy, just keep fucking me,” I paused for a while, closing my eyes, my breath quivered.

“Pour it all on me, pour cum in me, please.”

“ Are you begging?” , a smirk formed on his lips while he stared at me.

“Just keep fucking me, daddy,” tears escaped my eyes as he thrusted into me harder.

The bed rocking in a manner forwards then a little backwards.

“Aaah,” my whole body shivered, the weight of him on me. My legs trembled, and my hands held the bedspread really tight. Tears ran down my chin as his hands roamed through my body, breathless moans escaping my lips.

“That's enough,” I requested. His hands roamed through my thighs, touching my skin, and I felt a sensation all around me.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked me, but I didn't have an answer anymore.

Not this pleasure, it felt like paradise.

Was it the way he touched me, the way I got satisfied like I had never fucked before.

Silence occurred, the only sound in the room was that of moans and the ruffled breath.

“Who fucks better than Antonio?” he smirked, rolling his tongue against his lower lips.

I couldn't see clearly as my shirt blurred my vision, the only clear sight I saw was the sight of his erect dick.

“No…boy fucks better,” I responded tiredly with no energy, my words sloppy.

He stopped, pulling out of me without warning, the walls of my pussy clenched, it wanted more, my body craved every inch of the last cum.

I looked at him unsatisfied, “so you are leaving me like this,” my throat hitched as I took a deep breath, swallowing every desire.

My legs spread over the bed, I closed them gently, despite the contractions I felt in my thighs, the sticky pussy juice dripping down.

“Lie down well,” he ordered while arranging pillows behind my neck and arms.”

Are you comfortable?” he said, glaring at me.

I slowly nodded my head while processing my thoughts, each facial expression possessing a questionable look.

I stared at him, feeling a little bit uncomfortable by the way. Why did he care? He just wanted to fuck?

He wiped his cock with some wet wipes as I wondered what he was about to do, fear spinning through my head, my thoughts buzzing.

“Open up,” he commanded, and I spread my legs wider, stretching them beyond bounds, ready to take the last shots of him.

“Your throat is what I meant,” he demonstrated, slowly closing my thighs, while kneeling down right on top of me, in a way I found convenient, his cock facing me.

He held my mouth, holding me in a way I couldn't control, I couldn't move away.

He started fucking my mouth slowly, cum dripping into my mouth, the stickiness and the saltiness dripping in. I muffled my words; however, I couldn't even hear myself as his dick blocked my voice

“Relax, this is better than pussy fucking,” he finally said, yet I didn't feel safe.

I had never done it before, and yes, I wanted to try really new things, but this looked extreme and wild.

He extracted slowly from my mouth, “swallow the cum,” he barked while I refused to.

Spitting it on the bed, “I can't swallow it, it's slimy.” I repeated with a little irritation.

He stared at me with instant displeasure gnawing through his eyes.

“So?” he questioned, his brows high in the air. “I won't swallow it,” I finally admitted after spitting it out.

He seemed really displeased, looking at me like he had just lost a certain medal.

He walked towards the bathroom, the sound of water splattering all over his body, his groans all in my ears as I stared at the rough bed stained with both colourless juice, cum and sweat.

I stood up, walking into the bathroom, my body ached slightly while I stretched a little while, turning the knob of the door slowly while entering, my bare feet turned cold immediately as the water touched my skin.

“I want to bathe also,” I muttered while walking under the shower, water pouring from my head down to my hard nipples. I washed my body all over. From my face down to my legs , reaching every region with the scrub.

I was scrubbing every inch of it against my skin, finally, the stickiness left me, and I found his gaze on my body.

His hands gripped my thighs as the water splattered on us both, his neatly straight blonde hair was wet while he stared at me.

“From now on, you will have to obey my command,” he groaned. I saw it in his face. He clearly doesn't like refusals.

Maybe he was an alpha male?

Or was he possessive?

My gaze shifted diverting to Antonio while he walked towards a plastic transparent wardrobe across where we stood .

“And what's that?” I asked with my mouth wide agape as I stared at him. “Where are you going?” I questioned, but he kept walking.

He opened the clear plastic wardrobe on the right side of the bathroom. The wardrobe was clear and sort of shaped a little bit funny.

His hands brought out a plastic, I stretched out trying to check what he was trying to take.

However, I was blocked by his huge frame that backed me.

“Is it a vibrator?” I was a little bit curious. He faced me, carefully taking his steps. He was holding a couple of different things.

“A clitoris stimulator?” My brows darted, my eyes suddenly turned questionable while he stared at me.

“Is there anything wrong, darling?” he finally said meticulously, and I nodded my head softly.

The clitoris stimulator? It was wild, it was the gold people hadn't explored, the type of pleasure it brought to the skin was questionable.

And if traveling Pluto was reasonable, you would go through time and space with that pleasure.

Pleasure was a myth when the stimulator circled around the clit in a manner that brought shivers to the body.

“Relax,” I heard him say as I took a deep breath while staring at him.

Gently , he bent slowly to place the stimulator around my sensitive region. It circled round my hairy cat lazily before moving downwards.

“It won't hurt I promise “, he gently whispered the words as his warm breath brushed against my thighs.

He dipped the other sex toy, which took the form of a dildo, into my dripping cunt.

I lost control of my body slowly , while he held my hands as my legs slowly vibrated in a manner I failed to understand.

“Uhmmm, fuck,” my moans ragged but soft as it slipped from my mouth.

“That's what I love, bitch,” he caressed my temple as I squatted on the tiles.

“Now take it in, bitch,” he ordered.

I was confused, take what in?

Not until I opened my eyes to see his dick pointing towards me.

“I can't take that, the sex toy is already… working,” I replied tiredly , struggling to get my words together as my body ached.

I knelt down at his command, my knees on the wet bathroom tiles, my fragile palm holding his dick like a microphone, opening my throat, I dipped it into me.

“Good girl,” he said quietly, his head falling backward, his eyes dilating as water splattered once again.

The shower was working, but no… I wasn't!

My head was spinning round, making me feel awkward, my moan was off, almost a let-out cry.

I started to shove it down into my throat, “better, bitch,” he gasped softly.

He pushed himself into me, his legs hugging closely against my lower body , enjoying the way saliva mixed with cum in my mouth. I slowly swallowed it. My back resting against the white bathroom walls, my body vibrating in an almost explosive manner.

His mouth was wide agape, each groan gave a dutiful sound. “I fucking like it,” he smiled, and I suddenly felt like a gangster in her own world of fantasies.

His dick rolled through my mouth, I pulled it in and out, my saliva acting like a free lubricant, cum splattered on the floor while water washed it away.

My eyes wide open, he kept moaning out loud, “hmm,” my tongue brushed through his cap, watching his legs tremble, I couldn't help but to notice how he tried regaining composure.

His muscular hands on my shoulders, the continuous trembling of his legs made me feel satisfied as I looked at him.

I removed the dildo from my pussy, feeling a little satisfied with the pleasure, while throwing the sex toy into the bathroom tub.

“Hmmm,” his pleasurable moans escaped his lips while I looked at him.

Cum escaped through the edge of my lips, I smoothly wiped them frantically while extracting from my mouth, pulling him away from my grip.

“I fucking loved that, come here, you asshole!” he grinned happily, pulling me by my neck slightly, while removing the stimulator.

“Fuck, it became bigger, you got red,” he pointed down there.

“You made me dripping wet, mister!” my tone sounded seductive against my will.