Jon looked at her with a gentle smile that didn't reach the eye.
Although he said not a word, Melody's heart filled up with anticipation.
She was familiar with the expression he was showing right now.
It would appear on his face from time to time.
And it usually meant only one thing.
He was going to do something devious.
What counted as a devious act in bed? She was eager to find out.
"Explaining will do it now justice. Let me show it to you," Jon replied to Melody as he suddenly sat up and grabbed her head, pulling it back down onto his cock, shoving every inch of his fat, throbbing dick into her mouth.
As he did so, her nose mashed against his thick, pubic hair, and his cock forced its way down her throat against all her instinctual resistance.
She gagged and chocked on it as he buried it in her throat.
Despite her pitiful appearance, he showed no mercy as her messy, fucked-out face only turned him on more.
Gripping her head with both hands, he held her in place and fucked her throat ruthlessly, treating her like his personal fucktoy.
Melody had never been used like this before—but fuck, she loved it. The wetness
dripping from her cunt was proof enough of that.
Not long after, Melody felt his cock throb inside her mouth. Knowing what that meant, she locked her lips tight around his length and sucked hard, determined to take every last drop of the baby-making batter that would shoot out of his dick into her ravaged mouth.
"It's here. I am about to bust a nut," Jon said as he buried his cock to the hilt inside her mouth with one forceful thrust.
The very next moment, thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from Jon's cock, flooding her mouth, as he demanded, "Eat my semen. Eat all of it."
At the same time, a sharp jolt of pleasure tore through her, and a gush of clear, wet nectar sprayed from her soaked cunt. She came just from getting throat fucked.
The slick mess gushing from her pussy splattered onto the bed, forming a sticky puddle beneath her knees, revealing just how much she loved being treated like a cocksleeve by her man.
Jon pulled his cock out of her mouth slowly, letting her savor the last of his load.
She swallowed it all, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to proudly show it was gone.
"Good girl. Now clean my cock."
"Yes, Young Master."
Melody licked her lips like a cock-hungry bitch in heat, then grabbed Jon's dick with both hands and brought it close to her face.
She stuck out her tongue and licked his dick from its base to its tip a dozen time before her tongue began to swirl around the head of his cock.
She shoved it back into her mouth without hesitation, slurping and sucking it like a starving nymphomaniac at a fuck fest, her head bobbing rapidly as wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
Eventually, her effort bore fruit. She managed to squeeze out a few sticky drops from the slit at the tip of his cock.
She swallowed them greedily, moaning like it was her favorite dessert.
She spat his dick out of her mouth and didn't stop licking until it was glistening clean.
Only after she had thoroughly cleaned him did she sit up, wiped her mouth, and smiled at him with those innocent eyes that didn't match the filthy act she had just performed.
"Young Master, it's done. Your cock's all clean."
"Good girl," Jon said, patting her head lovingly.
In response, She closed her eyes in pleasure, almost purring at the contact.
One thing he had learned about her during their time together was that she loved receiving head pats. Perhaps it reminded her of a cherished memory.
She opened her eyes again. "Let's go get ready?"
Jon's gaze didn't move from her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips.
"No," he said flatly. "Let me return the favor first."
Before she could say another word, Before she could speak again, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her down into the mattress.
AHH!
She let out a surprised squeak but didn't resist him.
Her thighs already parting, instinctively, as if she knew what was coming.
He raised her hips and buried his face between her legs.
Her snatch smelled sweet.
He caught another familiar scent from her snatch. It was the scent of her soap. He realized she had cleaned herself when he was asleep.
Women, he thought. They can never stand staying dirty for too long unlike men.
He pressed his nose against her slit, inhaling deeply like he was savoring the aroma of a hot, home-cooked meal, before he twisted his tongue into her soaked hole and started eating her out.
His tongue thrashed inside her wildly for a few minutes, licking and exploring every inch of her inner walls, before she trembled uncontrollably, her orgasm hitting her hard.
Her pussy spasmed against his tongue as her juices gushed out of her honey hole in thick waves.
With his mouth sealing the only way out of her pussy, all her nectar flooded his mouth.
Like a man dying of thirst, he drank every droplet that came out of her pussy with relish.
Only after drinking everything her pussy had to offer did he finally lift his face from between her legs and looked at her with a smile.
Melody lay beneath him, trembling, legs spread open, her chest rising and falling with desperate breaths. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks wet with tears. She looked utterly wrecked. Beautifully ruined.
Jon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned over her and whispered his true thoughts into her ear, "Today, you taste even sweeter than I remembered."
She whimpered and turned her head, face flushed beyond recognition.
Jon chuckled and whispered some more words into her ears. "Now we can go and get ready for the trial."