Page 53 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

She stabs me in the chest with her finger. “Yes. You. Are.”

I grasp her hand. “I am not.”

“You think you’re so special because you—”

I’ve had it. I slam my mouth to hers before she can continue. She gasps and I thrust my tongue inside. She tastes spicy with a hint of coffee and chocolate. I love spicy things.

I stroke my tongue into her mouth. I don’t know what I’m expecting Mercy to do. Fight me? Claw at me? She does none of those things. Her tongue meets mine and she tries to push into my mouth. I don’t think so.

I growl and thread my hands through her hair to angle her head so I can deepen the kiss. Our tongues dual for supremacy while her hands grab hold of my shoulders and pull me closer.

I press my hard length against her stomach and she moans down my mouth. When she lifts her leg and wraps it around my waist, I grab hold of it and hitch it higher until my cock pushes against her core. She groans and rubs herself against me.

I rip my mouth from hers. “You need something, sassy girl?”

She nods.

“What do you need?”

Her eyes narrow. “You know what I need.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I do?”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I’m an asshole who can make you see stars.”

She snorts. “You’re a walking, talking cliché. The rockstar can make me see stars.”

I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me. We fit together perfectly. Her breasts rub against my chest. Her mouth is level with mine. Perfect.

I whirl around and slam her against the wall. She gasps and her eyes sparkle with excitement. My sassy girl enjoys it a bit rough. Good. Since I prefer it a bit rough myself.

“Starting to get the picture?” I whisper into her ear before biting on her earlobe.

She arches her back and her head falls back. It hits the wall with a thud but she doesn’t appear to notice as she writhes in my arms.

I’ve never been with a woman who’s this responsive to me. It’s exhilarating. And tempting. How far can I push her?

“I’m going to fuck you right here against this wall next to my front door.”

“I dare you.”

Hell yeah. This woman is my match. Sassy and challenging to her core. Things I’ve always hated in other women but with her I get off on them.

“Take me out,” I demand.

She reaches between us and unsnaps my jeans. She doesn’t wait before lowering the zipper and shoving her hand inside my boxers.

She wraps her hand around my cock and squeezes. I groan and thrust into her hand. She pumps up and down my length. Her hand isn’t soft or tentative. She’s bold and demanding. I grit my teeth before I come. I’m not coming until I’m buried deep inside her pussy.

“Lift up your skirt and put me inside you.”

“Make me.”

I nip her chin. “Put me inside you and I’ll make you come.”

She bites her bottom lip as she considers it. “I can make myself come.”

---