Page 23 of His Lucky Babygirl

He chuckled devilishly, the vibrations against her heated skin sending shivers down her spine. “Tell me what you want, Melody." His voice was low and dangerous, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Please... more…” she managed to gasp out before his tongue delved deeper, leaving her unable to form coherent words.

His tongue was relentless in its pursuit of her climax. She felt herself teetering on the edge, the tension building in her core as the waves of pleasure crashed over her taking all thoughts with it.

Melody couldn't take it anymore; her body shuddered as she came apart on his tongue, crying out. She roughly pulled at her restraints as her orgasm ripped through her frame, each muscle contracting and relaxing in its wake.

As the release faded, she felt his fingers slip inside her and curve upward, sparking it back to life. Melody’s eyes rolled back as he took her on another wave.

“Ride it, Mel. You’re beautiful when you come.”

She rolled her hips back. “W-Wes,” she whispered, her head lowered as the pounding in her ears took over. Her muscles tightened in time with the pounding of her heart and kept her need high.

She never thought she could feel this much pleasure.

Oh, God, she was going to combust. Her hands clenched on the metal restraints, her nails digging in as Wes continued to pleasure her.

Melody's entire body tensed as she clenched around his fingers, her orgasm seemingly endless. She’d never experienced anything like this with another person. Each wave of pleasure crashing into the next, leaving her breathless and gasping for air.

As the last of her climax subsided, Wes removed his fingers from her still-throbbing sex and stood up before her.

Wes crooked his finger under her chin and met her eyes. He smirked at her flushed face and the evidence of her cum on his fingers.

Neither looked away as he licked his palm of her taste.

Her lips parted in awe, breathing heavily as the anticipation of the next move built.

A slow smile curved his lips. “Are you with me, Melody?” Wes brushed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip.

Their eyes locked until their breathing synced.

“That was…” Melody’s breath hitched. “Please.” Touch me.

Wes smiled and leaned in close. “Careful, buttercup. Begging makes me hard.”

“Does it?” she teased, feeling orgasm drunk and bold.

“Mum mhmm. It does.”

“I wanna see…” she breathed before she could talk herself out of it. Licking her lips intentionally she strained toward him. She loved being bound for him, but the need to touch him was overwhelming. “Please.”

With a low growl, using his free hand, Wes pulled the button and zipper of his jeans. He inched them far enough to free his throbbing cock.

Melody’s core clenched and she pushed back toward the metal support bars. Begging for another release. “Oh, fuck.”

“Not so fast.”

Wes inched forward and Melody stuck her tongue out, begging for a taste of him.

She knew one taste wouldn't be enough.

She'd take what she could.

Melody groaned, her hands balling into fists pinned to the sides. “Please, Sir.” She strained to touch him, her mouth open needing to taste him.

“You’re so beautiful when you beg.” Wes stood out of reach, his fist wrapped tightly around his cock as he stroked himself with his Melody slick in hand. “Do you want it?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

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