Melody's Point of view

I finally got home late at night, please...

Spare me on the conversation of how I left the place with my thighs shaking as I walked, with how steamy, drenched, and hot I felt.

I walked into my house shamelessly, the door banging behind me, as the keys slowly jiggled between my fingers while I reached for the ground.

I bent down, my knees on the floor as I groaned in pleasure, the tiles were cold. I initially would have lied down on it, but I could get a cold, so I struggled to stand up, raising my whole body, pushing myself towards the room.

My soft, large cotton bed welcomed me as I closed my eyes softly. I stared at the ceiling, my mind wandering about nothing in particular. I just couldn't get my mind straight at all.

You know when you are trying to think about something really profound, and your mind keeps rotating around that one thing you are trying to avoid.

“Sex!”

“Sex!”

“Sex!”

“Sex!”

“Aaah,” I screamed loudly, holding the strands of my hair tightly like I was about to rip them off in open frustration.

I just couldn't stop thinking; that was what I had lost control of. I lost control of how to ease my mind.

My thoughts jerked towards something as I reached out for the drawer next to me, a small portable mini drawer. I opened it slowly, bringing out the contraceptive I had bought weeks ago.

Initially, when I had bought the contraceptive, I... actually didn't think of having sex this early.

It was an impulse buy from a pharmacy next to me. The lady kept insisting that I might need it, not knowing I was divorced.

A beep from my phone distracted my thoughts. I reached forward, rolling to the other edge of the bed to get the phone.

“Antonio,” I muttered loudly, and I still picked up the call, hoping to hear his voice again.

Or was it until I had picked up the call I realized I really wasn't supposed to. I was just supposed to cut it through and focus on what I was doing.

His heavy breathing was all I could hear, similar to the way he kept breathing heavily when he was busy pussy-fucking.

“I still can't get a hold of you...”

I switched off the call immediately while closing my eyes. I couldn't even guess the next thing he was about to say.

His voice alone turned me on; I lost control the moment I had started touching myself.

Sitting upright on the bed, I looked around my room.

I had spent years of my life lonely without a man.

Obviously, it wasn't like I needed them.

When I had sex toys that would make me vibrate without emotions.

When I had fingers in my pussy that made me drench, and I could feel wet without being hard.

But that hoarse sound, that rumple, that ache, each moan, that voice!

It was the very thing that kept ringing in my mind.

“Melody!” I called myself back, staring at the mirror right in front of me as my reflection occurred.

You obviously don't understand how it is to be touched by a man.

Your breasts swayed on his huge palms.

His hands rambling around your tits while you silently moan.

That was it!

The same reason why I didn't want men.

Attachment!

“I couldn't have sex without being attached, I couldn't fuck without moaning,” it just made the whole thought a hell of a thing to do.

My phone rang again, this time around, and I was sure it was Antonio calling. I put it off before I could respond to one of his crazy remarks again.

If it was up to me, I would fuck him again and again without remorse.

Only if he wasn't a wanted criminal?

That the whole city was after, the whole police force was looking for him.

States, everyone!

He was a man they dreaded, the one who caused commotion openly without remorse.

Only if it didn't feel like a huge sin having him between my legs because I was supposed to be his nemesis, but now!

Now I'm entangled in his whims, I'm his prey.

And he is my “crazy sexy motherfucking devourer.”

“Holy fuck, I'm hungry,” I forced myself out of bed while I strolled towards the kitchen to eat.

My house was pretty big, so usually, it always felt like a chore to do something I hated.

I turned on the gas slowly while I dropped the noodles into the boiling hot water slowly.

Finally, it was ready as I munched in while eating slowly.

My fork landed in my mouth as I slowly ate my noodles.

“Issh!” I banged the table slightly, my nail curling around.

That was the same way his cock dropped into my throat, and cum splattered around my oesophagus.

I laughed at my thoughts; it was pretty funny, and I couldn't help but dwell on how I did that professionally.

I ate the rest of my noodles while dashing the plate into the sink.

“My back fucking hurts,” I groaned silently while popping up some pain relief to use.

My mind felt divided, like it was talking to me in real-time, like there were two versions of my mind.

The one who kept repeating images in my head with every action I made.

And... the version of my mind that kept telling me what to do.

“This is crazy,” I muttered.

“I'm definitely going crazy,” I said again in silence.

Wondering what it would feel like to have my pussy stretch wider for him, to have my thighs all thickened with cum, and my breath hitch for more.

To beg!

To moan!

To fuck!

And... to be lusted after!