Page 82 of The Perfect Melody

She shakes her head. “Nope. You can’t hold out forever, and this little game is turning you on too.” Her gaze flicks down where my hard length strains against the front of my jeans. “I won’t need to beg—you’ll give it to me anyway.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, unfastening my jeans and shoving them off my hips so I can free my cock. Maintaining eye contact with the spitfire before me, I lick my palm then stroke my achingly hard length as though I’m considering getting myself off and leaving her wanting.

Doubt flickers in her eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

No, I wouldn’t—but she doesn’t know that. “You’re still too coherent. Clearly, I’ve not been doing a good enough job. Let’s change that.” Without warning, I lift her hips and yank off her panties, tossing them to one side. Blanketing her body with mine, careful to hold most of my weight off her with my free arm,I slip my tongue into her mouth and glide two fingers between her slick folds at the same time.

Cassie nips at my lower lip and I lightly pinch her clit as punishment. Her hips buck up into my hand as she gasps. Circling her opening, I coat my fingers in her wetness, then slowly push them inside her.Fuck, she’s gripping me so tight. I’m desperate to feel her pussy clamping down around my cock, but I meant it when I said I wanted her begging for me first. Quickening my pace, I thrust my fingers harder. Knowing my troublemaker loves the light friction of my beard against her sensitive skin, I kiss down her neck and over the swell of her breasts. Her jasmine and green apple scent fills my lungs as I scrape my teeth over the top of her shoulder and crook my fingers to massage that perfect spot inside her.

“Yes,” Cassie pants, her eyes fluttering closed.

She’s getting close already. I can tell by how her inner walls are fluttering around my fingers, but I’m hungry for something more. Rolling onto my back, I grab Cassie’s hips to pull her with me.

“What are you?—”

Her question cuts off on a squeak as I drag her up my chest. “Sit.”

“You want me to?—”

“To sit on my face. Yes.” My fingers dig into her soft curves as I pull her closer still.

“O—OK.”

Lifting my head, I lick a stripe over her centre, then fall back. “You’re hovering.Sit.” Tugging her the rest of the way down, I groan in satisfaction as her slick pussy coats my lips, my beard, my tongue.Fuck yes. My cock pulses and more precum drips from the head. Gaining in confidence, Cassie leans forward to grip the headboard as she rocks her hips.

Knowing she likes the bite of pain, I tighten my grip on her, letting the short crescent-moons of my nails dig in slightly. Cassie’s high, breathy sounds of pleasure fill the room, and she releases one hand from my headboard to toy with her nipples. “So good. Your mouth is—Fuck.” Her head falls back on a whimper, and I could almost come purely from the lust-fuelled noises she’s making and the taste of her on my tongue.

The movement of Cassie’s hips turns jerky, and her thighs tremble. “Austin, I’m close. I’m—Yes.” Her orgasm hits like a wave against a rocky shoreline. I keep going, lavishing her with attention as she rides it out. Eventually it becomes too much, and Cassie moves back so she’s straddling my chest while she catches her breath.

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Cassie

Wow. Austin’s gone down on me before, but this felt completely different. At first, I was worried about smothering him, but then he pulled me into position and went to town. It felt so good that all other thoughts fled my mind. There’s a satisfied smile on Austin’s face, and his lips and beard glisten with the evidence of my desire. He has every right to look pleased with himself.

No longer caring about our earlier standoff, I run my hands over his pecs before draping myself over his torso and kissing the sensitive spot on the side of his neck. “I want you inside me,” I murmur. As far as I’m concerned if Austin’s fucking me, we’re both winners.

Being purposefully obtuse, Austin thrusts two thick fingers back inside my pussy. It’s not what I meant, but it still feels good, so I let myself enjoy it. I continue kissing his neck, luxuriatingin his bergamot and cardamom, and tease one of his nipples with the pad of my thumb. When he grinds the heel of his palm against my clit, I grow impatient.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” We’ve already established that we’re both happy to go without condoms since I’ve been on the pill for years to help regulate my periods. There’s literally no reason Austin can’t get inside me right this very moment. He’s toying with me—it’s equal parts hot and frustrating.

His emerald eyes shine with a blend of amusement and lust. “No?” Using his free hand, Austin strokes down the length of my spine while using the other to set me on fire from within with slow, deliberate movements.

I capture his full lower lip between my teeth, then slowly release it. “No.”

He raises his eyebrows expectantly. “You know what I want to hear.”

Eyes locked with mine in challenge, Austin leaves me empty, lifting his glistening fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “You’re delicious.” He glides his fingertips over my hip, down my thigh before slipping them back between my legs to rub my swollen clit. “If you don’t want my cock, I’m happy to keep doing this all night.”

Without warning, Austin thrusts his fingers back inside me, and the last of my resolve shatters. “More. I need more.” His fingers keep going in a rhythm that would be perfect if only it was his dick inside me, but I won’t get what I need until I say the words. “I want your cock, Boss. I need it.”

His low moan of satisfaction reverberates through me. “That was fucking perfect.”

The next thing I know, Austin’s manoeuvred us into what’s quickly becoming one of my favourite positions that accommodates our drastic height difference. Austin kneels onthe bed with me in his lap, my arms and legs wrapped around him as he guides his cock to my entrance. The stretch as I sink down onto him feels incredible. My breathy whimper of pleasure seems loud in the otherwise quiet room.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Austin growls, then captures my lips in a deep kiss. Using his strong thighs, he thrusts up while I shift my hips to grind against him. He’s no longer holding back, and my hands tangle in his soft copper waves as we kiss and fuck with unbridled passion. My eyelids flutter closed.

“No, keep them open. I want you to see what you do to me,” Austin says, staring at me intently. I nod, locking my gaze with his. My second orgasm of the night builds within me, making my breaths come faster. I slip my right hand between us to circle my clit. Austin’s soft grunts of pleasure only make me wetter.