my aggravation. The action causes my jaw to ache, but the pain keeps me from taking sweet Melody across my knee. The woman needs a nice hard spanking and a hard fuck too.
Raising an eyebrow in question, I chance a look at her as start the car. “What I would be in for?” I don’t think Miss Sassypants is aware of the things that I can and will do to her. “Tell me more.” There are a few minutes of quiet, just enough for me to get us out of the parking lot and onto the road. I have no idea where she lives, but I don’t much care. It just means longer I’ll have her in the car with me.
“Well first…” Her voice trails off, and I feel the heat of her stare on my body. She’s beautiful with her dark, almost black, hair. Mel’s gunmetal blue eyes pull me in, and I already know if I kiss her, she’ll melt into a fucking puddle on the floor at my feet. “If you weren’t so young, I would lean over and unzip your pants while you’re busy concentrating on the road. Then, once I pulled your dick out, I’d suck it all the way to the back of my throat and scrape the base lightly with my teeth.”
Motherfucker. The mental image she’s putting in my head has me ready to blow in my pants like the teenage boy she seems to think I am. That’s cool though. Two can play this game. Keeping my eyes firmly on the dark road in front of me, I give her a taste of her own medicine. “Yeah? Would you let me hold your hair in one hand so I could look down every few minutes to watch you worship my cock? Watch you struggle to get it all down your throat?” I can see her thighs rubbing together out of the corner of my eyes, and I go silent, waiting to see what she’ll say next.
“Oh, I would have no problem deep-throating every. Single. Inch.” Mel says it proudly, punctuating every word with a fingertip poking my arm. I’m instantly jealous of any other man who’s had that sexy mouth wrapped around his dick. “And then, when you can’t take it anymore, I’ll swallow every drop.”
That’s it. I’m done. I’m ready to pull this car over in the first empty parking lot I see and have her put her money where her mouth is. No pun intended. Before I can, she turns from seductress to sad girl and my head spins from the change.
She starts talking again, mumbling so low I have to strain to hear what she’s saying. “What am I doing? I’m a mess. My entire life is a huge fucking mess. I’ve got a ton of shit going on and no time for a guy.” I turn to look at her when I stop at another light -- why am I catching all of them? -- and she’s staring at me, confusion swirling in her eyes. “You know, you’re ballsy for still wanting a piece of me even with all my chaos. I just hope you don’t regret it.” The last sentence is said in a low, sad voice, one that makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and take care of whatever it is that’s hurting her.
“What happens when we’re together is just between us, Mel,” I try to reassure her. “If you don’t want to share anything about your personal life, I’m not going to make you. Yeah, I want you. I want whatever parts you’re willing to give me.” It’s true. I want her. But, unlike my words imply, I don’t just want to fuck her. I want her to be mine, for me to be hers. Maybe it makes me a bigger pussy than my brothers’, but I want us to be a couple. Whatever’s going on in her life, whatever made her think she needed to attempt to drink an entire bottle of vodka to cope, I want to fix it for her. I’ve never had these thoughts about a woman before, but all it took was one short conversation with her to make me crave more.
Mel snorts, and normally that would be a huge turn off, but nothing about her turns me off. “Whatever you say, Winston. I’m not like Fallon. I can’t fall in love. I refuse. I have way too much baggage, and after seeing all the pain