Damaged goods - Sex Stories

Damaged goods

... their minds with lust. Sometimes he gave them what they craved, other times he denied them. Cruel, but necessary when he wanted a second encounter with the ones that really pushed his buttons. Melody would have gone further, of that he was certain. Had he persisted, she'd have given up her glorious buttocks to his invading cock and really screamed the place down with pleasure. But something held him back, and it wasn't just the fact he was saving her for another day. She was fundamentally different; didn't really need him to lead her on. He sensed she could match his depravity, spar with him and take him places the others hadn't. Possibly without asking. When he said she was headstrong, he meant it. Almost all the others had been weak. Mere pawns. Sexy, pretty, intensely fuckable playthings, for sure, but pawns nonetheless. Melody had the capacity to change all that. Yes, he'd played her, but there was an undeniable fluttering in his belly he hadn’t felt in months. Maybe years. Couldn't shake the feeling that she had equally been playing him to get what she wanted. And that was as scary as it was exhilarating. He sat in the driver's seat staring dead ahead, finally thumping the steering wheel. Fuck you Melody Kramer. Fuck you for getting under my skin. The sight of that amazing butt and the sharp taste of her honey were both things that he was sure would haunt him for the foreseeable future. Until he saw her again. A wry smile crossed his features as he gunned the engine. She'd be back, of that he was certain. They always did.