Page 91 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“Arms up,” I order.

She stares at me for a long moment before slowly lifting her arms. I grasp the hem of her sweater and push it up and off of her leaving her in a simple bra.

I trace the edge of the cup with my finger. Goosebumps explode on her skin and her nipples harden.

“This has to go as well,” I growl before reaching behind her and unhooking the bra.

The material falls forward exposing her pretty pink nipples. She shakes her arms and the garment drops to the ground.

“These are mine,” I mutter as my hands cover her breasts. I massage and knead them until her head falls back and she rubs her legs together.

I draw my hands down her sides to the waistband of her jeans.

“Why did you stop?” she whines.

“I need these off.”

She reaches for the button but I slap her hands away. “My job.”

“Get to it, guitar man.”

I nip her shoulder. “Are you impatient?”

“Maybe I’m not impatient. Maybe you’re slow.”

“I’m slow?”

“As molasses.”

I rip her jeans open and I wedge my hand under her panties until I find her pussy and spear her with two fingers. Her inner muscles ripple around my fingers.

“Is this slow?” I ask as I pump my fingers in and out of her.

She groans.

I freeze. “You didn’t answer me.”

She lifts her chin and glares at me. “You stopped again.”

“I’ll stop as many times as I want if you can’t learn to listen to me.”

Her eyes narrow. “If you want a woman who listens to you, you’re in the wrong bedroom.”

I smirk. “You love it when I order you around in the bedroom and you know it.”

“I know no such thing.”

“Remove your panties and jeans but keep me inside you the entire time,” I order.

Her eyes flare. Yep. She loves it when I order her around in the bedroom. But I’m not going to argue with her about it. My patience is up. My cock is hard and leaking. I’m ready to lay her down on the bed and show her how good we are together. Show her what she means to me.

She pushes her jeans and panties down her hips. When the material is at her knees, she stops. She glances around the room as if searching for a solution.

She shackles my wrist and squeezes tight as she shifts backward until she hits the bed. She sits while keeping a tight grip on my wrist. She pushes her jeans to her ankles and kicks them off.

“I’m completely naked. There’s no one home. What are you going to do to me?” She flutters her eyelashes at me.

“Whatever I want,” I growl before I resume pumping my fingers in and out of her.

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