Chapter 6
RHETT
Shit, shit, shit. There’s so much going on in my head that I don’t know what to do first. Her pretty lips parted for me; I devour her mouth, drink her in, and hope I will never forget how she tastes. This woman. This woman burst into my life, inviting the sun in, making me feel so fucking much.
Love doesn’t begin to describe it. It’s so much more, so much deeper. Obsession, need. A desperate desire, something that can never be fulfilled. She’s beautiful and bright, and I will never tire of looking at her, of hearing her out, or of standing next to her.
She has my body, my heart, and my soul.
With my hands on her ass, I walk her into my bedroom and close the door quietly.
I have never brought a woman over and yet the moment I lie her down on the mattress, I know this is where she belongs.
Melodie releases a sigh as I put her down, my hands stroking her thighs for a moment before I let her go.
I pull back, kneeling on the edge of the bed, to gape at her. To watch her, admire her.
Shit, she’s beautiful. So much more beautiful than I ever hoped for. Her black hair fanning behind her, her cheeks bright and pink. And she looks back at me as if she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me.
Melodie swallows. “Lock the door.”
I arch an eyebrow, my mind focused only on her body, on her chest heaving. “What?”
“Lock the door. So Katie won’t come in and surprise us.”
That’s something I’m not willing to risk, indeed.
Shit, I’m so glad she thinks faster than me.
I turn for the door and lock it, then back at her.
The second I’m not staring at her is already too much.
I take off my shirt and throw it to the side, then kick my shoes away.
Climbing onto the bed with her, I hear nothing but the loud drumming of my heart.
Melodie tilts her chin up, exposing her neck. I lower my mouth to kiss her jaw and lower, over her pulse, nibbling on the sensitive skin until her back arches off the sheets. She starts mewling these soft, needy sounds that turn my cock into a rock-hard rod.
“Fuck,” I roar against the wet skin of her neck, “I can’t wait to hear you coming.”
“Oh, yeah?” she breathes back, that fire in her voice. “Make me.”
And I grin, but her words send shivers of desire down my body. She has no idea, does she? Even when she knows I’m a fucking big guy.
Gripping the collar of her shirt, I get ready to rip that shit open, exposing her breasts, but she looks at me with a glare that tells me I should not do that.
With a disappointed growl, I tug her shirt off.
The disappointment washes off as soon as her breasts bounce, big, juicy jugs ready for my taking.
I waste no time getting rid of her bra and diving in.
Shit, my hands are huge, and her breasts still fill them perfectly.
Thumbs on her nipples, I roll them until they’re pebbled for me, then suck on them until I know this is her soft spot.
Mel moans and moans, hands on my hair, nails scratching up my back.
I lick and tease at her breasts until her hips move off the bed.
Then I notice how fucking thirsty I am.
Abandoning her tits, I lower myself to her legs, gripping at her leggings and pulling them down. They make a ripping sound, but they don’t come apart. I shoot her a look that hopefully says I’m doing my best. If it were up to me, I would rip everything to shreds. Shit, I’m not a gentle guy.
Her panties come along, revealing deliciously soft skin. I let the pants drop, then grip her ankles in my fists. Spreading her thighs apart, I gape at the wetness I find at her apex, glistening, slick with desire. I lick my lips, parched for a taste of her.
“Rhett,” she cries out, her voice flimsy.
I can’t take my eyes off her cunt. “What, love? Don’t tell me to stop. Shit, don’t tell me to stop or you’ll kill me.”
“Oh, God.”
Fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her thighs, I spread them further, as far as they can go. Leaning closer, my cock digging into the mattress, I take a deep whiff of her scent. And fucking hell, I’ll go delirious if I don’t drink from her honey.
“Rhett, don’t go there,” she whispers, and whatever she was going to say, it dies out on her tongue the moment our gazes lock.
“I’m starved, love,” I roar, lust fizzling in my veins. “You know I’m a big man. And big men need to eat a lot.”
She makes a choked sound I take as an agreement, and I close my lips on her pussy.
The sounds she makes are glorious, pure desire as I drink from her arousal and lash my tongue out at her sensitive knot.
I suck and I circle my tongue around it, teasing, playing, making sure she’s having the best she could ever have.
Melodie bucks off the bed, fucking my face as her fingers rope through my hair.
My woman climbs an orgasm, circling her hips to the rhythm of my tongue.
I reach up between her fantastic tits and press my fingers on her lips when she cries out.
Her pleasure comes with my name. And shit, I wish I could just spear her with my manhood, but long ago I promised myself I would always make the lady come twice before I had my fun.
So I keep going, teasing at her entrance with a thick finger.
She’s so fucking tight, so tight I know I need to get her coming again.
She climbs another one, and I keep her mouth shut with my fingers so she won’t wake Katie up. Melodie shudders against me, bucking into my face, and then she moves her lips to suck on my fingers.
And shit, that’s all I can take.
I shoot to my feet and get rid of my pants. One long look at her trembling legs and how her juices run down the insides of her thighs, and I mount her. Spreading her again, I fist my cock and place it against her entrance. No condoms here. Nothing between us. I couldn’t take it.
“God, you’re so big,” she whispers, and of course I’m big. I’m big all over, so that shouldn’t come as a surprise. But when I peer down at her face, I see hesitation. Even fear. And she never feared me.
Lowering myself to my elbows, I brush her hair away from her face. “I won’t hurt you, love. You tell me to stop and I will.”
“I just... don’t have loads of experience,” she whispers back, and she bucks against my cock. Her eyelids flutter shut, mouth parting, and I know she wants me so bad.
She’s also so fucking tight; I get her meaning right away.
My sweet Melodie is a virgin. She’s waited for me, I know it. I kiss her again, devouring her lips, unable to hold back, unable to be gentle. There’s no space for kindness here. I break the kiss to suck on her earlobe, my fingers finding her clit again as I thrust with my hips.
Melodie gasps, nails digging into my shoulders, but she locks her ankles behind my back and moves against me.
She moans, cries out, buries her face in my neck, and with one last sharp circle of her hips, I enter her.
The choked sound she makes when I pop her cherry is lust incarnate.
It takes everything in me not to pound until she screams my name.
Slowly. Take it slowly, man. I move out, then back in, inch by inch, kissing her ear and down her neck, moving my fingers around her knot to keep her warm.
She closes her eyes and rides the pleasure, and then she’s moving back against me.
Melodie kisses me, and I know she’s ready for it. She’s ready for me.
Gripping her hips with both hands, I haul her up to my lap as I sit back. She hugs me around the neck and shoots me a confused glance.
“Don’t worry, love,” I tell her. “You don’t need to do a thing.”
And then I move her up and down my cock, her slick pussy eating everything up. She’s deliciously greedy, tight, and warm, and I pump my hips in time with her moves. Craning my neck, I capture a nipple between my lips and suck hard.
She comes apart, and her gasp is so loud I have to slam my lips against her. Devour her sounds. Shit, I’ll have to soundproof this room. I want to hear her scream, but Katie doesn’t need to share the experience. Soundproofing the room is high on my priority list now.
Melodie’s tight cunt clamps down around my cock, and pleasure races down my spine. With a roar against her lips, I spill inside her, and she keeps moving, milking me hard. And I want to stop and care for her, check if she’s sore, and clean her up.
Melodie just looks at me with hunger in her eyes. She licks at her lips when I pull back, eyes glittering, fastened on my cock.
“You want a taste?” I ask her, thumbing the corner of her lips.
She grins. “I thought you’d never ask.”