Damaged goods - Sex Stories

Damaged goods

... like the others." "No, I…" "Just like all the rest. Only… after… one… hot… little… thing." She punctuated each word by walking her fingers across her thigh towards her exposed centre. Light reflected the droplets of moisture that dappled what was visible of her pubic hair. "Mel…" "Melody!" "Melody, this isn't right. You're clearly reacting to the drama earlier, you've had a drink and you'll regret this tomorrow." She seemed a little taken aback. Textbook. "What's wrong with my body? This doesn't please you? Excite you?" She moved her legs half a step further apart. Ryan was glad he was in shadow or she'd have seen just how much her womanly figure both pleased and excited him. "It's not that. You're very alluring. Some other time, some other life it would be a different story, but I'm not taking advantage of you." "I'm not here to be taken advantage of," she spat. "I'm here because I want something. I want to show my gratitude for what you did earlier. And I get what I want." "No, you're here to get back at your boyfriend. You're here to work out whatever issues you have in your relationship, but it's not me you should be working them out with." She stepped forward a pace, her hand flying to his cheek but he anticipated and caught it. Yet she surprised him with her strength, and used the momentum to pull herself into him. Their lips met. Ryan could taste the sickly sweet texture of alcohol as her tongue darted from between them. He pretended to resist, one last act of ...

... defiance to seal the deal, then released her wrist whereby she immediately grabbed his and guided it between her legs. He cupped her, felt wetness against his fingertips as she angled him just right and his digits were drawn inside her body. Almost magnetic. She gasped into his kiss and used him like a dildo, fingers sliding in and out of her wet entrance. Any further resistance he may have shown, melted into her pussy juices. They stepped towards the desk as one, Melody returning to her previous perched stature. Their lips and tongues fluttered, hovered, dove, entwined, then crushed together. His free hand grabbed the back of her head. Hers ran down his torso to seek his rear and squeezed. Her other hand trailed around to join it, resting against the other cheek. Ryan's fingers sawed in and out of her. Momentarily, he heard pigeons roosting high above them in the rafters, probably unaccustomed to the human intrusion, but Melody's erratic breathing and the gentle creak of ageing wood began to swamp the sounds. Mel's hands glided round to Ryan's front, finding him hard. She broke away from his searching lips. "Would you prefer I thank you directly, or would a taste of kitty be acceptable remuneration?" He didn't need asking twice and dropped to his knees. She stepped out further and leaned back a little. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating. He ran his tongue up her thigh to catch a few drops that had drizzled from her. She was tangy, sharp, but with a creamy undertone that only ...