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His right hand slid underneath me and he expertly undid my bra, then he sat up on his heels and slid the straps down my arms until he could pull it free. I shuddered at the look on his face, making my breasts bounce, and my nipples stiffened in the cool air, drawing his attention.

Without a word, he covered me again, this time focusing on my tits, sucking each nipple into his mouth and biting it gently, going back and forth to each side until I was writhing underneath him.

“Dixon,” I cried. “I can’t take much more.”

He looked up from my chest and stared into my eyes, marking me forever with the intensity and desire I saw there.

“Oh, yes, you can. I’m not rushing this.”

I let out a squeak as my pussy clenched, wanting to be filled, but I had a feeling if I pushed him, I might not like the consequences… or maybe I would?

Thankfully, when he slid back down my body, he kept going past my breasts and down to the spot between my legs where I needed him most. He stood up off the bed and carefully took hold of my panties and slid them down to mid-thigh, leaving me unable to fully open my legs. I opened my mouth to ask why but he took his boxer briefs off at that moment, distracting me with his perfect dick. Slightly bigger than I’d had before, but not so much that I worried I wouldn’t be able to take him. Standing upright, fully engorged with his desire for me, my mouth watered as he gave it a firm stroke.

“I want you to suck my cock, Melody.” He took the words straight from my brain but made them sound so much better. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

I glanced up and found him watching me, waiting for my answer.

“Yes,” I replied and started to sit up.

“Don’t move.” His command halted my movements. “Lie back down.” I followed his instructions. “Yes, what?”

His question confused me for a second but then I remembered. “Yes, I want to.”

He stepped forward and kneeled on the bed next to me. “Yes, you want to what?”

I got it then, what he wanted. “Yes, I want to suck your cock.”

His eyes flared at my admission. “Good, that’s really good. I’m going to get on top of you so I can lick your pussy while you suck my cock, but you’re going to be in charge of how much you take, tonight. If it’s too much, tap my hip and I’ll pull back. Okay?”

I trembled at the image his words painted in my mind. “Okay.”

My consent had him on top of me again, this time in reverse, and he wasted no time tasting me. Like his kiss, he dove in, his tongue searching for my clit, his focus absolute. I cried out when he found it, then stilled when he lifted his head up.

“Get that cock in your mouth, Melody, or I’ll stop.”

“Okay.” My voice wobbled from the sheer force of my desire. I’d never experienced anything like this, and I never wanted it to end. I reached up and positioned his dick where I could reach it with my mouth and guided him down with a hand on his ass. This time, he let out a groan as he sank into me.

“Fuck, Mellie, that feels good.” His praise made me take more, suck harder, earning me another groan, before he returned to his own task.

We worked each other into a frenzy, licking and sucking and driving each other closer and closer to the peak. Twice he had to remind me to get back to work when I became so distracted that I stopped paying attention to his dick. I desperately wanted to open my legs but my panties kept them together. Every time I tried to widen them, he lightly smacked the side of my thigh and told me to stay still. The position forced my clit up and restricted my movement to what Dixon allowed, and he made sure to only give me what he wanted, teasing me to the edge and then backing off, over and over until I was on the verge of tears.

“I can’t take any more, Dixon. Please, I need you.” I turned my head to the side and scrunched my eyes closed. He must have heard the desperation in my voice because he immediately got off and flipped around, cradling my head in his hands again.

“Okay, baby. We’ll stop. Was that too much?” He wiped my hair back from my sweat- soaked forehead. I looked up at him and found concern and worry. “I’m sorry I got carried away. It just felt so good.”

“It was a little too much,” I admitted, remembering our promises of honesty just an hour ago. “I liked it up until about five minutes ago. I just really need to come now.”

“I can do that, baby. I can make you come.” He rolled off me and then the bed, rummaging through his gym bag for a second before returning with a condom. I watched as he quickly sheathed himself and walked around the bed to where my feet lay, picking one up and pressing a kiss to the arch of my foot. “If I’m doing something you don’t like, just tell me, Melody. I want to make you feel good, and sometimes a little uncomfortable, but I don’t want you to be upset. I like to make you wait for your orgasm, but I won’t make you wait that long again. I promise.”

He kissed the other foot and then finally slid my panties down my legs, freeing them from their lace prison and making me sigh in relief.

“You didn’t like having your legs kept together, did you?” he asked as he rubbed his hands up and down my thighs.

“It was different. Frustrating. But also hot,” I admitted. “Everything was good until I just got too frustrated, and I wanted to cry.”

“Well, I don’t want you to cry so we’ll do that again another time but stop sooner.” He kneeled between my thighs, his cock looking like it might explode any second. “Now I’m going to slide inside your wet pussy and make you come like I promised.”

This time he didn’t wait for my agreement. He pulled my hips up so my ass was on his thighs and leaned forward enough to thrust inside until he was fully seated. I let out a gasp and he paused for a second to play with my clit as I adjusted. When I wiggled to let him know I was ready, he grasped my hips and began to drive into me, watching his cock slide in and out of me while I watched him and succumbed to the feelings he was creating.

His intense focus on where we connected, where our bodies came together, combined with his groans and the wet slapping of skin had me tensing as my orgasm built. Everything combined to catapult me into ecstasy—the sight of him, the sounds of sex, his reaction to the tightening of my body.

“Are you going to come all over my dick, Melody?” His words were barely more than a growl.

I nodded frantically, but he shook his head, indicating that wasn’t what he wanted. Dixon wanted the words.

“Yes, Dixon. I’m going to come. Please make me come.”

He let go of my hips and shifted so he was off his knees and between my thighs, lying fully on me again. His thrusts never let up, and now he was even deeper than before, making me let out a deep groan.

“Oh god, Dixon. That feels so good.”

“Let me hear it, Melody. Let me hear how good it feels.”