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  “We could make beautiful music together,” I continued to press with my cheesy one-liner.

  “You didn’t just say that.” She looked up from her playing. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, I went there.” I laughed; I wasn’t pathetic at this, but she had me so twisted in knots. “Now, all I ask is you to come with me.”

  “I’d love to, just please stop talking like you’re in a romantic comedy.” Her smile was intoxicating. She made one last strum and slung her guitar over her shoulder.

  “So, you wanna fuck?” I stood up and offered her my hand with a grand flourish.

  She shook her head in disbelief. “Now that’s romantic. Fucking … um, gee I guess my pussy is up for a good pounding. Nothing says Christmas like being raw, sore and dribbling jizz,” she said taking my hand. “Sure, I’ll fuck you, Sage Harris ... Merry Christmas.” Her arms flared above her head as she laughed. I couldn’t get to my room fast enough.

  Chapter 2

  Melody

  What the hell was I doing? I followed Sage out of the living room and passed the throng of people listening to a middle-aged man singing his heart out at the piano. I couldn’t believe I was willingly marching to my doom. I wanted Sage so badly; I’d been crushing on him ever since we met just before Reyna and Sinclair’s wedding. I’d dated a lot of guys over the two years I’d known Sage, but none of them had done it for me, not the way he did. He was … well, if I was being honest with myself, it was way more than a crush. He was kind of an obsession. I never jumped into bed with anyone ever. In fact, I had crazy high standards. But this was Sage, my personal Jesus, to quote Depeche Mode. He was the one I wanted to be The One. His tats, the scraggly hair, his voice that was like honey over hot coals … his body … and he was nice. The only challenge was, he had too many women and was a little too rough around the edges.

  I couldn’t let him know I had a thing for him. I had to keep it cool. Playing hard to get was the only way to win Sage over. His reputation was too scandalous to just throw myself at his feet. Of course, agreeing to have sex with him less than a minute after he asked wasn’t a good start, but I planned on having him beg for me.

  I played it cool. I didn’t want Sage knowing how attracted I was to him. I also didn’t want him thinking I was a skank for accepting his offer of sex. However, it had been a really long time since I’ve been with someone. The last guy was a model, and he was much more interested in himself than me. Seeing the adoring look in Sage’s eyes, I just knew I could make it work for us.

  I knew he’d be respectful, kind, loving, and devoted at least for the night. So, I followed him to his room watching his perfectly chiseled ass mount the stairs to the second floor.

  “My room is just up here. Even though I have my own house, my parents wanted me to have a room here. It’s good for when Sinclair and Reyna break out the good booze or we have a late-night swim. No matter how old I am, I’ll always be the baby. Sinclair makes me stay over if I’ve had even one drop of liquor. It’s so overprotective and so like him. I don’t think he’ll ever see me as a grown-up.” Not sure why he was rambling. Maybe he was nervous … it was sweet.

  “There are certainly worse places to have a room,” I commented as we reached the top of the stairs. “Fleabag motel, Grandma’s trailer …” I wasn’t surprised when he opened the door to his suite. It was decorated with music memorabilia, modern furnishings, and sexy stone gray brushed Egyptian cotton sheets on the king-sized bed. “Woah, this is so nice,” I gushed as we walked through the door. “It smells like Sage?” I asked, thinking it a bit dorky that his room smelled like his name.

  “Yeah, it’s this candle I like. My mom sends me one every Christmas. I just opened it. I think she gets a kick out of the fact that it’s sage-scented.” He seemed slightly embarrassed by my mentioning the scent.

  “I like it.” I closed the door behind us as he turned to me.

  “... and I like this.” His head angled towards mine, and suddenly his tongue darted between my lips, which easily parted for him.

  He tasted like vodka and passion as his scruffy beard grazed my chin while his ardent tongue ducked in and out of my mouth. I felt his hardness press into my thigh; his hands were dancing on my back, inching my dress up higher and higher. I wanted to have sex with him, no question, but this was careening towards me lifting my leg and having him take me right there up against the wall. It probably would have done us a world of good to go at it hard like that, but I needed him for longer than just tonight.

  I gently slipped my mouth away from his, let my hand slide down his toned abs to the bulge between us and lightly stroked him as I spoke.

  “I know what I’m up here for.” I swirled my hand around him, dancing my fingers on the tip of his dick which was almost bursting out of the zipper. “But we have all night.” I shimmied my dress back down. “I want you to respect me in the morning.” I gave him a playful glare.

  “Oh my God, Melody, I’ve got mad respect for you. I know you don’t do this, you don’t fuck guys. Can’t we use the two years we’ve already put in as collateral? I just, I need this.” He squeezed my ass and brought me right up to his cock and pressed me up against the door.

  All I could do was stare at him, unsure of how to answer. His eyes met mine, a deep penetrating connection building between us. He continued to press his erection into my leg, yet with his finger, he softly traced the nape of my neck until it reached my dress strap. With a tender tug, the fabric gave way as my breast popped out of the soft velvet material.

  “You’re beautiful.” His finger grazed over my erect nipple which was begging for his mouth. “I love you, Melody. I love all of this,” he said like a mantra. “Let me have you right now, and we can talk about the world, music, and everything meaningful later. Just let me have this.” He dipped his face down to my breast and sucked the tip into his mouth; his rough stubble rubbed across my sensitive skin. I couldn’t resist any longer. The good girl in me packed up and went home; left sitting on my shoulder was the Devil with her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping.

  “Okay,” I breathed into his ear. “I’m all yours. Just don’t tell your brother or Reyna what a slut I’ve become.”

  He sucked harder on my tit, sending bolts of lightning through my body as he pulsed his cock up and down on my leg. He finished with a little nip that sent a gush of arousal to my panties.

  “You mean,” his tongue soothed my ravaged nipple, “what a sexy consenting adult you are.” With that, his fingers found the hem of my dress and whipped it up over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so the girls were right there in the open, pert, ready, and at his mercy. He lifted me up to the wall and spread me out to claim my other breast. Completely at his will, he held me suspended against the wall, rutting his cock against my panty-clad pussy as his mouth ravaged my other nipple.

  By the time he’d completed his weird, feral dance, both my nipples were raw, my panties soaked, and my knees weak. He set me down only long enough to wiggle himself out of his jeans and boxer briefs, and throw his shirt over his head. Within moments he was naked. The only piece of clothing keeping us from fucking like bunnies against the wall was my damp drawers, which he hooked his fingers into and yanked down my legs. It was all very impassioned and surprising.

  After his de-panting me, I kissed his neck. His skin was rugged and soft. He smelled like vodka and verbena.

  “You’re even more gorgeous than I thought you’d be. Fuck, Melody.” His hands traced the curves at my hips as they made a slow pilgrimage up to my body.

  I lilted my head into the crook of his neck, words swirling in my head with no place to land. I had waited so long for this and hadn’t even realized how much I wanted it until I was completely under his spell. His naked erection was squeezed between our bellies, and I could feel his length which had nearly reached my belly button. How was all that going to fit inside of me? All I could do was moan as his tongue begged my mouth to open for him again. I obeyed as it danced sweetly in
side of me, plunging in and out.

  He softly ground himself against my bare skin, kissing gently, then whispered in my ear.

  “Are you there?” he asked with the Devil in his tone.

  “Mmmm.” Again I had no words as I nodded.

  “Mmmm,” he responded as he kissed my forehead and his finger danced down my body.

  He lifted one of my legs up and hooked it over his arm. His curious finger continued its investigation of my body, tracing the outline of my breast, over my aching nipple, down my center, inching closer to my sex.

  “I’m probably bigger than you’re used to,” he whispered hotly in my ear. “Let’s see how ready you are.” With that his finger dove between my legs and slipped across my slick folds.

  I giggled because it tickled and nerves were doing a number on my psyche. “I’m pretty ready.” I blushed.

  “You’re like Niagara Falls,” he teased, pinching my clit, exploding sensations through my body, initiating another flood as he rubbed his finger over the shocked nubbin. “Good. Let’s see what we’re working with,” he purred in my ear as he dipped his finger inside my vagina.

  I gasped when he sent the second finger in. “Sage?” I gripped his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, fast and hard.

  “You’re so tight, babe. Come for me. Flood my hand. I want you wet and ready for this.” He pumped his fingers faster as his cock humped my skin.

  I felt my center wind up in knots. My legs wiggled, and my stomach bucked while the tickling sensation overwhelmed every nerve. Perspiration coated my body as my mind swirled on the wave of ecstasy. He had me unraveling with just his fingers, what would the rest of him do? His cock continued to grow as it rubbed up and down on my belly. Fear danced on the edges of my consciousness worrying that he was going to be too big for me to take.

  He wasn’t too thick, but he was so long. He pulled his fingers out just as abruptly as he had put them in and replaced them with the tip of his cock.

  “Okay, babe?” He spread my leg out as far as it would go while the tip of his dick met the entrance to my vagina.

  “Okay,” I rasped as his finger pressed hard into my clit while he pressed the tip of his dick into me and I came all over him. “Ah,” I breathed, “ah, ah … oooh,” I continued as my body convulsed in spasms.

  “Good girl, now I’m going to take you. And when I do …” he lowered his voice, “you’re mine.” He worked his cock into my wet pussy, and my mind went to the moon.

  He was so hard, thick, but not painfully so, yet he was long. He kept going in and in and in. I gasped for air, my head angling back towards his head, taking him with each pulsing thrust. I opened my mind and body to accept more of him. He was right. He was bigger than any man I’d had. His cock kept going further and deeper in.

  “Oh my God,” I whimpered. “What the hell are you? A unicorn?” I couldn’t believe he was still pressing in, I was almost as full as I’d ever been.

  “Almost there, baby. Just a little more,” he encouraged as he gently pressed forward, his finger still circling my clit, massaging it with a deep spiraling motion.

  His finger and cock were filling me with white-hot chaotic electricity. I could feel him at the tip of my cervix.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sage,” I yelled, feeling a wince of pain.

  He pulled himself out some to give me space to breathe and gently stroked my back glossed with the sheen of perspiration. “You’re doing great.” He smiled beautifully as he cradled me in his arms and pulled out, then lifted up and carried me over to the bed, which was tucked in the corner of the room. “Are you okay?”

  “Just a little … overwhelmed.” I didn’t want to discourage him from going farther, this was amazing, just … wow. Maybe too much wow.

  He laid me back on the bed and gently spread my legs before him. “Let’s see what I can do about that.” His smirk was sexy and charming.

  He kneeled in front of me and dipped his head between my legs. His stubbled skin raked across my sensitive inner thigh, making me gush again. I’d completely lost control. His hot tongue soothed my fire inflamed swollen pussy as he stroked it up and down sending rivers of need up my spine. His mouth captured my clit and sucked hard. My legs twisted and angled to compensate for the onslaught, but there was nothing they could do to hold back the spike of orgasm that shook my body.

  “Ahh, Sage, Oh my God,” I blathered as I bucked into his mouth.

  He sucked harder, lapping up all the juice I was giving him until he gave me one hard draw and I shuddered the rest into his mouth.

  His tongue finished the job, and then he stood up. His rock hard cock jutted forward, and I was finally able to see his full size. It was like a sword ready for battle. He leaned forward and lifted my limp body into his arms then sat me on his lap, my legs flanking his impressive penis.

  “You are heaven,” he said looking into my eyes. “I’m never letting you leave this room.”

  A nervous laugh escaped from the depths of my soul. I couldn’t tell him; I never wanted to leave it. “When did you become so demanding?” I teased, easing the palatable sexual tension between us.

  “Ah, babe. We Harris men are very demanding, and we deserve to have our demands met as much as you deserve to be worshiped and adored by a Harris man.” With me still on his cock, he leaned backward and opened a drawer in the nightstand without looking. His fingers fumbled for a condom, grabbed it, and he sat up again. Rousting his cock between my thighs he bounced me on top of him, feeling him tuck himself in deeper and deeper.

  “Worshiped and adored. I like.” I breathed trying to concentrate. “But I don’t ‘obey’, so don’t expect me to,” I warned as I did my best to give him a hard, “I mean business” look.

  It made him laugh. “Will you do the honors,” he asked handing me the condom.

  “I’d love to,” I said as I slid him out of me and gazed at his incredible sex organ. “Let me get a look at this thing.” I marveled as I slathered my juices all over him, making his cock gleam in the low light. I made sure to stroke it all the way down to his neatly trimmed pubic hair, painting his cock with my essence.

  “Ah, fuck Melody.” His cock grew harder in my hand. “That’s it.” He involuntarily pumped into my hand.

  “Let’s just see who gets owned tonight.” I jacked him a little harder. My fingers wound almost all the way around his size as I stroked up and down. His purple head swelled thicker, bubbling pre-cum. He was at my mercy. I pushed him back on the bed and claimed his cock with my mouth. My tongue teased his slit, lapping at it like ice cream. A desperate moan escaped his lips.

  “Melody,” he rasped, losing control.

  That was my cue to take as much of him into my mouth as I could. I got him to the back of my throat and was about to try and swallow him when his hands touched my shoulders and he yelped.

  “Fuck, Melody put the condom on already. I don’t want to blow in your mouth.” He fidgeted away from me, and I popped him out.

  “I thought Harris men were dominant. Surely you can handle a little BJ.” I ripped the condom foil with my teeth. “Bring your cock over here and let’s get this going.” I grabbed him, put the condom in my mouth, and slipped it over his cock with my tongue and teeth.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered as I rolled the condom down his shaft sucking along the way.

  Chapter 3

  Sage

  She was driving me insane! I knew how much I wanted her, but just having her … this whole thing becoming a reality … it was a struggle to keep it together. Here she was slipping a condom on my cock with her fucking teeth, and I was ready to shoot jizz all over her face. Her pussy was so tight; it blew my mind. I already knew the girl behind that rocking body, and so everything was just so much more intense for me. I wanted to own her and dominate her just so I could get some fucking control of myself. I couldn’t waste this moment.

  “On your back, babe and spread your legs for me,” I demanded while trying to recover
as much of me as I could.

  It was a struggle. She flashed me a snarky grin as she scooted back on the bed and spread her glorious pussy for me. Her beautiful pink skin was glistening and magical. She had the prettiest vagina I’d ever seen.

  Watching her so readily submit was heaven. The truth was, she wasn’t the kind to be dominated and owned. She was the kind of woman you prayed to. Of course, a relationship is best when both people are on equal ground, but she was a goddess, and I wanted to lay my soul at her feet. As soon as she deep throated my condom into place I made a vow to worship her with my cock, so I slid over her body and used her own juices to prepare her succulent center for me again. I eased in as she sucked her teeth.

  “Wider,” I commanded, and her legs opened to their farthest point and I pressed myself in balls deep. “Good girl.”

  “I’m not a puppy,” she breathed as I continued to push into her.

  “No, but you’re mine to praise or punish.” I then pulled almost all of the way out to make a point.

  “We’ll have to discuss that,” she said through gritted teeth as her legs wrapped around me and held me close to her. “Now, fuck me already. I’m dying.”

  That’s all I needed. Her slick entrance was lubricated enough to take all of me and my thrusting, so I thrust hard and buried myself deep in the luscious grip of her pussy. I gave her a few minutes to get used to my size. As soon as her breathing was heavy and stable, I started pumping in and out, hard and fast. I made music with the slapping of our bodies and the sounds of our sex. Our moans, mewls, and pleas were a symphony of ecstasy. Soon, my passions took the reins, and I fucked her in earnest pounding hard and deep.

  “Sage,” she gasped as she came on my cock. “Dear Lord, Jesus in heaven,” she yelled at the peak of her orgasm.

  “Why thank you.” I filled her to the hilt and pulsed in and in and in until I felt my own earth-shattering release.

  I shuddered and filled the condom with cum. She was intoxicating. As soon as I came down from my monumental high, warm gratitude washed over me. The goddess beside me had taken me to heaven with not much more than her pussy and her pleasure. I reluctantly pulled out of her and let my passions cool.