Just One Touch by Mandy Rosko Read Free Book Online Page B

the two males get settled, then she was
about to get a full on view of what her boss looked like with no
clothes on.
    Melody
just hoped that it would be impressive enough for Dex, a man, stag,
who had seen every shape of woman imaginable.
    She
stepped outside the photography room, and walked as briskly as she
could over the cold hardwood floors, and back to the stairs. Her
feet hardly made any noise at all now that she was no longer in
shoes.
    She kept
her back straight and breath even, just like she had never taken
her clothes off to begin with. Why not even slow down a bit and
take her time? This was her house and if Leah saw her then it was
no one's fault but her own for not being downstairs like she was
supposed to be.
    Melody
got back to her bedroom without incident, not entirely sure if she
felt disappointed over that fact. Her heart was still thumping as
she opened the door, spun around before her eyes could meet Dex's,
and closed and locked the door behind her.
    His
movements were so soft and quick she barely registered that he
stood behind her until the heat of his body enveloped
her.
    "Very
nice," His hands slid down to the flat expanse of her stomach,
fingers dipping down low to her thighs, and then back up again
before he pulled her against the hard muscles of his chest. His
cock was hard and pressing against her ass. He'd taken his pants
off while she'd been gone, but his lust was as strong as ever. It
was as though she'd never left the room at all.
    "Keep
touching me," Melody begged. His regular touch, that slide of his
palms up and down her stomach and between her legs was already
driving her insane. She wanted him in her head, then she wanted his
cock inside her body. She wanted him all over and around
her.
    "Was
that a command, my little doe?"
    Melody's
entire body clenched in frustration as Dex removed his hands. If
this was what being a stag was like in the house of someone who
wouldn't provide sex, then she had a lot of apologizing to
do.
    She'd do
it after he gave her what she had to have. "No, master. Please
touch me, I need it."
    She
turned her head enough so that he could see her eyes, see just how
much she needed it, how she craved him, always had.
    He took
pity on her, returning his large palms to her belly. He didn't use
his engineered ability, however. He just used himself. One hand
slid up her chest and cupped her small breast, roughly squeezing
and massaging, his fingers pinching her nipples. His other hand,
palm down on her skin, slid down, down, down, until finally
reaching the curls between her legs, slipping within them. Her
pulse jumped as she felt his fingertips brush against the moist
folds of her sex.
    She
thrust against him, but he didn't enter her.
    "You
want my fingers in your cunt?"
    His
breath was warm against her neck, his lips even warmer.
    "Yes,
please, master." She continued to rock against his hand. He was
holding her in just the sort of way that she could put almost all
her weight into his hands, trusting that he wouldn't drop her. This
allowed for more friction as she rubbed herself against his hand,
until he finally slipped his fingers inside.
    Melody
keened, her breathing turning sporadic, and she pushed against him,
loving the feel of his cock behind her, still hard and waiting. She
reached down and grabbed his hand, pressing it hard against her
clit.
    "Impatient. Typical."
    "Shut
up," she said, falling out of character.
    He
didn't reprimand her. She wouldn't have had the power over her mind
to wonder or even ask why, had his hand not disappeared from her
breast, the other stilling all movements.
    She
looked over her shoulder. "What—"
    His lips
pushed against her mouth in a painful kiss. His tongue, like an
invading warrior, forced open her lips with little protest on her
part.
    He was
kissing her. He was finally kissing her again after so long apart.
It was rough and hard, but he wasn't fucking her mouth with his
tongue. Melody didn't like that description, nor did she