Page 44 of Pursued by the Player

Jett had never wanted anything so much in his life.

As he pushed his tongue past the barrier of her lips, he slid his hands down and grabbed her ass. Tugging her close, he rubbed his swollen erection against her body, showing her how much her actions meant to him. How much she meant to him.

He wasn't going to show up at the fashion show, but he knew that he needed to give her a chance to explain. If he walked away with nothing more said between them, then one question would always haunt him. Had she singled him out from the beginning?

That and her best friend Liv would have skinned him alive if he didn't show. She had confronted Jett and told him that he needed to give Mel a chance to explain, and if after that he still wanted to leave, then fine. But only an asshole would leave without at least hearing her out.

He didn't know what to expect from the fashion show, but it certainly wasn't the kindness and generosity he had witnessed. Donating the money was one thing, but when he ran into Liv in the back, she had told him that Mel planned on donating clothing as well. Many of the fashions she had shown were whimsical and casual enough to be modified for children. She was going to personally see to it that every child in that orphanage had new clothes to wear.

It was hard for Jett not to be emotional. He remembered all too well not having anything to wear growing up. He remembered what it felt like to be made fun of because his shoes had holes in them. What she was doing was so kind hearted and warm, and so like the Mel he had come to know.

The Mel he wanted to consume. Breaking the kiss, he dragged her behind one of the changing curtains, a pink monstrosity that reminded him of cotton candy. Turning her so that she face the wall, he placed her palms on the smooth surface and adjusted himself until he stood behind her.

"Jett.”

"No talking." He reached over and pressed his lips quickly against hers. "And face forward." He turned her head until she faced the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"What I should have done a long time ago." He jerked down her skirt until it gathered around her ankles. "Step out of it."

She moved to obey. He took a moment to admire the pink lace thong she had on. Slipping his finger under the string, he lifted it away from her skin and slid it down toward her center.

"This is nice," he whispered as he pulled it back farther. "Too bad I'm going to have to ruin it." He let go of the string and watched it snap back into place. Mel whimpered and wiggled her ass, enticing him.

Not wanting to waste any more time, he hooked his fingers under the straps and ripped them away.

"Does this mean that you forgive me?"

Vixen.She knew better than to talk. "No." he twisted his lips into a half-smile as he positioned himself at her pussy. "This does." He bent his knees slightly and pushed forward, filling her warm heat with his length. Pleasure washed over him, and he grabbed her hips for support. Her sweet, feminine whimper when he pushed his hips flush with her ass almost made him come right there.

Curling his fingers into her flesh, he moved with a rapid rhythm that caused heat to trail down his spine. He looked down and watched as his cock moved in and out of her body. Possessiveness filled him and more than anything he wanted to claim her for his own. Not just for tonight, but forever.

“Melody.” It was the first time he had said her full name, but it felt right. She had a beautiful name, and just hearing it made him warm all over.

She started moving against him, and the responding slap of flesh made him hungry for more. He gave her two quick, hard thrusts, then bent down and lifted one of her legs in the air and bent it until the tips of her toes were against the wall.

“What are you . . .?”

“No talking.” He slapped her ass with his other hand to emphasize his command. She groaned and faced the wall as he placed one hand back on her hip and slid the other down her thigh and toward her pussy.

“Yes. Oh god.”

He dug his fingers into her thigh and used it as leverage. In this position, her slit was open wider, and he could better control his aim. He knew exactly when he had hit a sensitive spot deep inside her core. Melody’s whimpers turned to cries, and soon she was panting with her rising need.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he bent over and nipped her shoulder. “So fucking beautiful.” He slid the hand on her hip up under her shirt and squeezed her breast. Mel leaned back into him and groaned in reply. Easing his hand under the silky fabric, he pinched her nipple and pushed up with his hips until she was on the tip of her feet.

“Oh yes. God, Jett.”

“I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going to see stars,” he whispered into her ear. “Then you and everyone else in this building will know who you belong to.”

“Jett.” She gasped as he slid his hand up her thigh and over her mound. Within seconds he had found her clit, and rubbed it in a back and forth motion that he knew drove her wild.

“Please.” She started to move against him, but Jett was going to have none of that. Removing his hand from her clit, he slid it up her leg and pushed her foot higher on the wall.

“Stay still and feel me.” He nipped her ear as he pushed hard against her ass. “Feel us.”

She straightened her leg more and arched her back, allowing him better access. Jett moved his hand back to her clit and continued rubbing it.

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