Just One Touch
think it
applied to her situation.
    Dex's
kiss was lust, desperation, and longing all rolled together. He had
no taste that she could recognize, other than his natural
self.
    He
didn't want to admit it, but he'd missed her too, it
seemed.
    Then she
realized where his hands had gone as the sound of a zipper
registered in her ears.
    Dex
released his hard prick, pulled her hips back, and pushed her
forward until she had to throw her hands out to catch herself on
the door, dropping the garment and panties she'd been holding
onto.
    She could have cried out her relief. Finally. Finally!
    As a
stag, it was a wonder he'd been able to hold back for so long while
he did this to her. He'd likely been torturing himself as much as
he'd been torturing her.
    He still
held back. Melody could feel the tip of his cock, just nudging her
entrance where he held it in place.
    "Fuck
me, yes, please," Melody cried out, her body shivering and
desperate.
    Dex was
far too gone to give a reply, he made a guttural sound and plunged
inside her.
    He was
inside her. She hadn't needed the lube after all. Melody bucked and
screamed as he thrust in and out, stretching her inner walls. There
was no taking their time here now, no slow build up. That was done
and over with. Dex's hips moved for one purpose only, his body
punching in and out of her, and Melody met him every step of the
way. He'd toyed with her enough that her body exploded in orgasm
almost the instant he thrust into her, but her pleasure continued
to build despite how her body should have been calming down, and
already it was better than ever before. That wonderful building
inside her vagina that she wanted so much, but fought so hard
against to draw out her torture for as long as possible.
    Dex's
arms came around her, one around her shoulders, the other clutching
her stomach, keeping their bodies tightly together as he fucked
her, leaving Melody practically squished between Dex's warm,
muscled body, and the hard wooden door.
    He must
have taken note of that as well, because the next thing she knew,
he was pulling out of her.
    She spun
on him, already in a panic as she punched his shoulder. She might
as well have thrown as ball of paper at brick wall. "No! You can't
do that now!"
    His eyes
were wild with lust. "I'm not going to," he said, grabbing her by
the shoulders and flipping her around again.
    He
grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back a step, away from the
door. "Hold onto the handle," he commanded.
    She did
as she was told, then heard a long tearing rip.
    Oh,
shit. The pretty sexy blue... she couldn't even remember what it
was called at this point, her brain was too fogged up with
impatient lust. Either way, he'd destroyed it, and was now using
the torn strips to tie her hands to he door handle.
    She
thought of her bathroom counter, or her mahogany dresser, anywhere
else he cold bend her over, really. Why tie her to the
door?
    Then he
flipped the latch to the lock.
    "What
are you doing?" she asked. If she forgot herself while he was
thrusting inside her, or if she so much as put too much of her
balance against the door, she could end up opening it and they
would both tumble out of her room and out into the open.
    "To make
sure you keep your focus," Dex said, grabbing her hips and
thrusting his cock inside her once more.
    She
released a sound that was both pleasure filled and shocked. She
grabbed onto the only thing available to her, which was the door
handle, because Dex had tied her to it, the bastard, and in turn,
she nearly opened the door on them.
    No one
was out in the hall, that she saw, but she quickly pulled it back
before Leah could come over, asking about the noise, or some
question about the two other stag who, at the moment, Melody had no
patience for.
    Dex chuckled, then groaned, and he moved inside her again. He
was purposely taking his time now, teasing her, keeping her on
edge. There were stag who could see , for lack of a better word, just
how much, or little, hard or

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