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“This is wrong.”
Melina’s voice exuded merely as a whisper, deficient of any semblance of conviction, plump lips ghosting dangerously against your own. A harsh push against her chest saw her falling backwards, saved only by the solid wall behind her, the force of her spine against it causing an almost unnoticeable grimace to flit across her features. Dexterous fingers sought beneath the black silk of her dress, sheer and weightless as you slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear. In the starkness of the silence, you heard Melina suck in a sharp breath, dampness finding the tips of your fingers as you chuckled aloud.
“Then why are you wet?”
The question hung in the balance for longer than you had expected, Melina standing firm in her denial as she refused to offer up an answer. Instead, you leaned in and allowed the slightest graze of your lips against her neck, her heartbeat inciting the sporadic protrusion of her jugular from below her skin. Daringly, your digits swiped atop her clit, a laugh rumbling up from your throat as you felt her hips buck wildly, poised for more.
“Fuck,” Melina cursed, breathily, her nimble fingers buried into your shoulders as she urged you closer, all resistance abandoned in the knowledge that her body had betrayed her as it always did.
“Now, tell me again how wrong it is,” you growled, domineeringly, your growing libido momentarily pacified by the sudden force of lips upon yours, Melina’s movements no less than frantic, zealous as she jostled for position.
Melina took full advantage of your state of distraction, a knowing hum exuding from you as you felt hands frisking between your legs. Plump lips fell open, a groan freeing itself as she recognised the familiarity below her touch. No words were exchanged, a soundless understanding finding home in her gaze, mirrored by you as you allowed her to release the strap on from where you had been hiding it.
“Give it to me,” she urged, her grip tight around the base as she fondled it, a tactful attempt at riling you into compliance “I want it,” she drawled with seduction, a desperate kiss planted atop your lips. “I want you.”
“Nothing changes, does it, hm?” you asked, knowingly, retrieving your fingers from their position between her legs as you inspected the glimmer of arousal that now coated them. “I’ve barely touched you and your underwear is ruined.”
Melina mewled pitifully in response to your observation, a gasp following suit as you threw her onto the bed, brunette tresses splaying outwards from the sudden act. You smirked, a predatory gaze securing itself upon your face as you towered over her, your hands grabbing forcefully at her thighs as a means of dividing them. The woman complied without a word, brown orbs wide as she stared upwards, the honey tones drowned out by the incurrence of dilated pupils. Foreplay was a long forsaken concept, irrelevant when Melina’s arousal had painted her underwear with a darkened patch, ever-growing as the minutes droned on.
“Please,” Melina whined, her hands moving to grip the backs of her thighs as she granted limitless access, the wet spot upon the fabric now overtly displayed towards you.
Teasingly, you dragged the head of the strap atop the soaking material, simpering when you caught sight of Melina’s teeth peeking out to tug at her lips. It was evident that the brunette was trying to exert every semblance of self-control in that moment, though unbeknownst to her, the attempt was a blatant failure.
“You just can’t control yourself, can you?” you challenged, mockingly, yanking her underwear to the side with no intent of ridding the obstructing garment, “So fucking easy.”
Advancing, you settled on top of her, the silk dress bunched around her stomach as you slowly impaled her with the strap on. A shaky hiss pried itself from her lips, the pleasure subsequently pulling at her jaw until her mouth remained permanently agape.
“No, hmmm,” she rebutted, unconvincingly, her words drowned by a series of groans that overrode every other thought that lurked in her brain. “Oh, god.”
A ruthless rhythm was set, every trace of patience long lost as you admired the state of sheer desperation that lay before your eyes. Perspiration already began its materialisation upon her brow, droplets tarnishing the smoothness of her forehead, her brows drawn tightly together.
“Such a desperate slut for me,” you demeaned, the smirk never straying from your lips as you basked in the pleasured expressions that plagued her. “So pathetic.”
Melina’s frame rocked with every slam that you delivered, her breasts bouncing visibly despite being cloaked by the thin sheath of silk that the dress provided. Tormentingly, your thumb returned its ministrations against her clit, the brunette’s head flinching at the newfound sensation, her pleasure merely heightening.
“I… fuck, I-”
“What is it?” you questioned, bluntly, your hips working overtime to maintain the gruelling pace that you had landed upon. “So pretty,” you extolled, backhandedly. “And yet, so mindless.”
Melina grunted frustratedly, unable to procure the words that she wanted so desperately to articulate. You could almost see the thoughts whirring in her brain, her rationale slowly beginning its reconstruction as she attempted to compose herself, if only for a fleeting moment.
“I want you to cum in me,” she gnarled, the initial aggression ebbing out into a lengthy moan as the pounding rendered her brainless once more.
You mused, a hum falling from your lips in faux cluelessness, as if you had never expected the emergence of such a request.
“Now what would Alexei say if he heard you talking like that, hm?” you tormented, unyieldingly, your sickening grin all but widening.
Melina sobbed out, a fleck of guilt whirling in her orbs for a flitting second, only to dissipate when her arousal resurged and eradicated her morality into a state of nonexistence.
“Please.”
The softness in her voice made it hard to deny her, flailing arms settling to encircle around your neck as she prepared to plummet to the cliff’s edge. Willingly, you adhered to her request, proficient fingers maintaining a circular pattern against her clit as you thrust into her with avid intensity. Sharp breaths passed in and out of parted lips, her eyes glazed over as they stared into the depths of you, an almost intimate moment erupting as a result. And then, she snapped, a squeal bursting from her as she thrashed lightly below you, her muscles flexing below you as her climax descended. White cloaked the walls of her hungry pussy, drawing the liquid into the deepest chasms of her as she cinched around the intrusion.
A quick kiss was placed against her pink-hued cheeks, warmth emanating as your lips made contact with them. You were intent on retracting, only to observe the liquid oozing from its confinements, a little trail emerging as it travelled downwards.
“You look so beautiful like this,” you remarked, mindlessly, your thoughts blurting from your mouth as you remained mesmerised by the visual of Melina spread out below you.
Melina smiled with sincerity, the apples of her cheeks plumping as she did so. As much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you could never get enough of her.
“You tell me all the time,” she whispered, her arms outstretched in the hopes of drawing you back to her. “Now, it’s my turn,” she insisted, her hands slipping beneath your shirt. “It’s not fair that you get to have all the fun.”