Page 40 of His Lucky Babygirl

“This wasn’t–d-ahamit. This wasn’t the plan for an aftercare shower, buttercup,” Wes grunted, leaning against the wall of the shower, one hand gripping onto the tile ledge.

“Um. Oopsie?" Melody gazed up at him sweetly. Her tongue darted out and swiped across the tip. She paid attention to the sensitive underside.

“Such a good girl, taking all of me like the little slut you are.” His head fell back with a groan. “Your tongue is magic. Fuck.”

With his eyes closed, he focused on the feeling of Melody’s mouth as her too talented tongue drug down his shaft to his balls.

“Pretty girl’s all wound up, isn’t she,” he hissed, his fingers reaching for her and sank into her hair.

Her lips released his cock with a wet pop. “Yes, Daddy.”

Opening his eyes, he gazed down at Melody who stared at him unashamed as he pushed his cock deeper into her throat.

“Mel, if you don’t stop…”

She stilled her movements, keeping eye contact as she swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock again. “Yes, Daddy?”

Wes grabbed her and hauled her to her feet. He spun them around, gripping her wrists and pinned her against the wall. “That’s not the way it works, princess.” He kissed her slowly, drawing her lip between his. “I say where my cum goes.”

Melody nodded with a moan, her arms wrapped around his waist and she sunk her fingers into his lower back.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

“I told you I couldn’t have just one taste.”

He shut the water and wrapped her in a towel, he led her to stand at the vanity. He sat on the bench, spread his thighs, and pulled her down to sit between them.

Wes reached over and picked up a hair brush. With slow, measured strokes he brushed her red hair. He admired the way it brought out her freckles and he wanted to run his tongue over every one.

He wrapped his arm around her middle and anchored her tightly between his thighs.

“Such a beautiful mess you make for me.” His breath was warm against her neck and her eyes fluttered closed, leaning against his chest. “Break apart and put together again.”

Wes grabbed her left leg and wrapped it over his, spreading her wider for his perversion. He smacked her pussy with the palm of his hand, her hands quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Uhhuh, no,” he admonished.

Melody’s eyes widened and met his in the mirror, but her hands didn’t move from his wrist.

Without breaking eye contact, Wes used his free hand and cupped her breast. His fingers tightened and pinched her nipple.

The pressure increased and he pulled forward, testing Melody’s resistance.

“Fu-oh!” Her hands shot up and covered both breasts, trapping his pinching fingers beneath one hand.

Wes rewarded her with two quick slaps to her thighs and a third on her exposed cunt. He cupped her wet pussy and slipped his fingers into her wetness.

“You whine no, but your pussy tells all your secrets.”

Melody shivered at his words, her back arching and grinding against his cock.

“You’ll sing so sweet.” His teeth pressed into her shoulder, his tongue running along the bitten flesh. “Will you flee like a deer the first chance you get?” His pinch grew tighter. He could feel the pounding of her chest beneath his hand.

She whined, rocking her hips for more of him.

“I'm going to chase you down and fuck your ass so full of cum your belly swells." His tongue sought the sensitive underside of her ear. “When I catch you, I'll wrap your panties around your neck and use that for leverage while I destroy your holes for any other man. You’re mine, my sweet Melody.”

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