Page 43 of Music City Diaries

His calloused hand squeezed my breast, and I moved it away, not liking his touch. He managed to get my dress off, and I sat back on the bed, Rose kicking in.

“So, tell me,” I asked, unbuckling his belt. “What do you want in a girl?”

His pupils dilated, and he licked his lips. “What do you mean?”

“I can be whoever you want me to be.” I pulled his pants down and was shocked at his dick. It wasn’t small, but I’d gotten used to Cowboy’s and Maddox’s, I guess, expecting more. Stroking it, he groaned, nodding, so I kept going.

“That, I like that.” He reached around to a drawer, climbing onto the bed, and I watched as he rolled on the condom. It wasn’t as sexy when he did it.

He kissed me again, his hands roaming me, and I pretended it was someone else. The conversation I had with Cowboy last night came to mind.

“I want to trace every inch of you, Rose. If I could, I’d spend all day learning how you liked to be touched. I’d give you so many orgasms, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.”

“I think that would be from your cock,” I teased. Watching as he stroked his massive erection.

“You probably hear this all the time, but I think about you a lot.”

“You do?” I asked, my breath hitching.

“Yeah. I, uh, I even imagine you when I’m talking to other girls. It’s the only way I can…”

“Oh? And how do things go with them?” I asked, touching myself as I watched him.

“It just depends. Sometimes, it’s harder to pretend than others.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s only one Rose, and they’re not it. But since I can’t have you, I make do.”

“Well, right here, it’s just us. So, let’s pretend we’re together. Tell me what you’d do.”

“Once you’d cum on my fingers multiple times, then I’d cover you with kisses. I want you good and ready for me, Rose. Because I know the moment I slide into you, I’m a goner.”

The feeling of something pressing into me pulled me from my fantasy, and I realized Stefan was already heading to home plate. So much for foreplay.

He pushed in, grunting as he thrust, his dick hitting me in a pleasant way. I tried to imagine he was someone I liked, or at least focused on the pleasure, but he was so focused on thrusting, his breaths hitting my neck, it was hard to fall back into the fantasy. So, I decided I’d go after my own pleasure.

Reaching my hand down, I flicked my clit, rubbing it quickly to bring me back to that place I’d been before he’d begun to hump me.

Squeezing my eyes tight, I focused on my hand and how it felt when I was alone, watching Cowboy stroke his big dick. Stefanjerked in me, sputtering, and I somehow managed to find my own release, picturing the massive cum shot Cowboy had last night.

“So, good, Cowboy,” I slurred.

Stefan chuckled, and I realized my mistake, but thankfully, he played it off as a nickname.

“You weren’t too bad yourself, doll. Do you need a lift home?” he asked, pulling out and rolling over.

“Oh, yeah, let me check with my friend.” I sat up, and reached to grab my dress, pulling it over. I didn’t want to be naked around him anymore, feeling too vulnerable.

Darcie: Are you still here?

I waited a few minutes but didn’t get a response. Looking up, I nodded to Stefan. “Yeah, looks like I could use a ride. Thanks.”

“No, problem. Damon?” he shouted, and I almost screamed when the door opened, his brother appearing. He ignored me, glancing at Stefan.

“What?”

“Can you give Darcie a ride home? I’ve had a few and need to get some sleep before tomorrow’s show.” Damon gritted his teeth, and I opened my mouth to say I’d find another one when he looked at me.

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