Page 12 of Bred By the Rock Star Next Door

“No.” I start to undress her, peeling off one piece of clothing at a time. “We’re meant to be.”

She’s breathing shallowly now. “Are you sure, Devon? You really want to have a baby with me?”

“Yes.” I capture her lips. “I want to have all the babies with you.”

She lets out a whimper and feverishly gets my raging hard cock out. I tear her panties down her hips and hitch her gorgeously plump legs around me. I notch myself against her, the head of my cock kissing her creamy cunt. Then I sink into her, raw and throbbing, her pussy stretching around my girth.

Inside her, I’m finally home.

“Oh, God,” she moans, her mouth dropping open as I slide fully inside her. “Devon.”

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I grit out, grinding my hips in and out, fucking her deep and slow.

“You feel so good inside me. Holy shit.”

“Tell me you’re mine, sweetheart.”

“I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”

I increase the speed of my strokes, going balls-deep into her each time. Her hips tighten around me as I claim her, mark her, make her mine. Her cream is all over my cock, and soon I’m going to fill her like she wants to be filled.

“Harder,” she begs.

I punch my hips forward, pinning her more forcefully against the wall. She clings to me as I drive into her, each stroke more relentless than the last. And when she arches against me and cries out with orgasmic bliss, I keep fucking her, pumping faster as her pussy pulses and squeezes around my aching cock. God damn. Nothing has ever felt this good. My balls tighten and my ass cheeks clench as I slam my hips hard against her, exploding inside her, filling her with what feels like a lifetime’s worth of cum.

“Jesus,” I groan. We’re both breathless but I capture her lips, promising her everything in that kiss.

After recovering, we get ourselves dressed and settle in and eat the takeout, falling back into the kind of conversation of ours that feels so easy and natural. And then I’m tearing off her clothes again and fucking her on the kitchen counter, filling her up again as she moans dirty sweet nothings in my ear.

On the couch. In the shower. On my bed, her ample curves looking even more incredible as she straddles me and rides me, my cum dripping down the insides of her thighs. Over and over, we meet each other in our shared pleasure. By the time the moon comes out, we’re both so exhausted that all we can manage to do is crash on my sex-ruined sheets and fall asleep in each other’s arms. As sleep washes over us, I smile, full of deep contentment. I can feel our whole beautiful future laid out ahead of us, and it’s better than anything I ever could have imagined.

6

KACI

SIX MONTHS LATER

“This is so exciting, isn’t it?”

I turn to look at the woman seated next to me, who’s smiling at me with bright, eager eyes. She looks like she’s about the same age as me. I’ve got a feeling she’s probably as big a fan of Devon’s as I think she is. I smile and nod, saying, “Yeah. It really is.”

“I was so surprised when he came out with the solo album,” she goes on. “I’m amazed it was kept under wraps until its release.”

I laugh a little, unsure how to respond. I wonder how shocked she would be if I told her that I’ve spent the last six months with Devon, watching him put together the album, giving him feedback, and accompanying him to recording studio sessions.

“Did you hear that he got married?” the woman asks, leaning in closer to me. “There aren’t any details online—trust me, I’ve tried to find them—but he wears a wedding ring now, so…yeah. Pretty wild. He always seemed like such a permanent bachelor.”

“I know what you mean,” I say, the gold wedding band around my ring finger suddenly feeling warm. I draw my hands together in my lap and rub a thumb over the ridges of the ring, remembering with a full heart how it felt when Devon slid the band onto my finger.

The woman next to me is about to say something else when the lights above us dim. Everyone gathered in the studio space grows quiet, our collective attention moving to the stage in front of us, where a single chair and microphone are waiting beneath a soft cast of light. It’s an intimate setting, the limited audience seated in chairs around the stage. My seat is in the front row, right in the middle.

When Devon walks out onto the stage, his acoustic guitar in hand and his tattoos peeking out from behind his t-shirt, an excited murmur ripples through the gathered crowd. Our eyes catch, and he smiles at me before sending that smile out to the rest of the audience.

“Hey, everyone,” he says into the mic as he gets settled on the chair. “Thank you so much for coming out tonight. I really appreciate it. I hope you like this first song.”

As he begins to strum his guitar, I can feel the whole room instantly pulled into his music. I’ve heard him play this song countless times before, but to watch him perform it live is magical. And when he starts singing…God. He’s so good. I’ll always be in awe of him.

Six months ago, when Devon went to his record company and told them about the solo album he wanted to make, they tried to get him to agree to a full-blown tour, like he used to do with his band. But he refused, telling them he had personal commitments and that he didn’t want to be on the road for months on end.

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