Page 30 of The Devils Melody
The second those words leave her mouth, it’s a fucking spark hitting gasoline. She grabs me by the collar of my jacket and pulls me in, her lips crashing into mine proving that she’s starving for me. I groan into her mouth, my hands sliding up her thighs as I pull her over the center console and onto my lap. She lets out a breathy moan as she straddles me in the front seat like she was always meant to be here, grinding her perfect little body against mine.
Without hesitation, her mouth is on mine again, wild and demanding, teeth biting into my lower lip hard enoughto draw blood. I groan into her mouth and she grinds her hips down harder into me. I can feel every fucking inch of her heat through our clothes.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.” I growl against her throat before I bite it, marking her just enough to leave proof. She moans into my ear, causing my dick to stand at fucking attention.
“Good,” she whispers, rocking her hips against me again. “I like a little bit of danger.”Fuck. The sounds she makes are guttural, filthy even, and it fuels the fire blazing inside me.
I help her out of her jacket and slide my hands beneath her tank top, palming those perfect tits I’ve been dying to hold onto, and the glint of that goddamn belly button piercing that’s been driving me crazy since I saw it.
“If you keep tempting me, little bird, and I’m gonna ruin you right here in the front seat.”
She grabs my face and kisses me harder, her tongue sliding against mine. The second she feels the split, she pulls away. The look on her face is priceless; complete and total shock.
“What's wrong, little bird? Never felt a split tongue before?” I ask, sticking my tongue out and flicking the two tips together.
Her eyes narrow in on it and she shakes her head with lust in her eyes.
“Just wait until you feel it fucking you.” I grab her face and twirl both muscles of my split tongue around hers. She moans, soft and breathless, her hands clutching the back of my neck, tugging me closer.
I run my hands down her body, finding her plump ass and grip it in my hands, grinding her against my erection.She breaks our kiss, trailing her mouth along my neck and bites down. Hard.
“Fuck baby, yes, mark me as yours.” That elicits a moan from her, causing her to bite some more. I love how rough she’s being with me. I want her to bruise me, make me bleed, show the world that I belong to someone.
That I belong to her.
Finding her mouth again, I slide my hand in between our bodies, grasping the button of her jeans, and ripping the jeans open. She gasps at the sound of the button hitting the window of her car, but I don’t care. I’ll buy her new jeans. Shit, I’ll buy her a new car. I just need to be inside her one way or another.
I slide my hand into the waistband of her lace panties, and keep going until my fingers meet that sweet spot that has us both panting for more.
“Fuck baby, you’re already this soaked for me?” I circle her clit slowly and deliberately, making her moan loudly in my ear. I’m teasing her, I know this isn’t enough for her, but I need her to tell me that.
“Do you want more, baby? Use your words. Tell me exactly what you need from me.” I circle her clit once more and tease her entrance, showing her exactly what she’s missing.
She’s grinding against my fingers with abandon, “Kage, please. I need more. I need—fuck, please—don't fucking stop.”
What a needy little bird.
“Take your pants off for me, baby.”
It’s a fucking struggle, but we manage to get her jeans off of her, leaving her in nothing but her tank top and black lace panties. Fuck, she’s gonna drive me fucking crazy.
She sits back down on top of me, the only thingstopping me from being balls deep inside her is the thin lace of her panties, and my fucking pants.
Not being able to contain it anymore, I move her panties to the side and push two fingers in, burying them deep inside her wet heat. I curl my fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing against her walls, finding that spot that makes her arch her back for me, pushing my fingers further into her.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, her head tipping back as a desperate, needy moan rips from her throat. She rides my hand, getting exactly what she needs from me. I watch her fall apart. The way her body trembles. The way her mouth opens in a loud, beautiful fucking scream when I flex my fingers just right.Fuck,that goddamn sound alone has me about to bust in my fucking pants. But I’m not done with her yet. She has no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment and I’ll be damned if it's over too soon.
In one swift movement, I grab the handle on the side of my seat, laying it back to give us more room. Wren yelps at the abrupt motion, falling with me against my chest. She barely has time to register what I'm doing before I’m gripping her waist and lifting her so she's hovering just above my face.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” she yells, grasping onto the ceiling of the car, desperately trying to find something to hold onto.
“I want you to sit on my face so I can see exactly how this pretty pussy tastes.”
She looks at me like what I’m asking for is fucking crazy, which leads me to believe that maybe she hasn’t done this before. The idea that I could be the first face she ever rides has me salivating, and I’m getting impatient wanting to get a taste of her.
“I can’t sit on your face! Are you crazy? I’m too heavy, I could suffocate you!”
I give her the most serious look I could muster. “Death by pussy is the way I want to go baby, now fuckingsit.”
