Page 83 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

“Fuck, baby,” I groan as I thrust harder, wanting to devour her. “You feel so good.”

I lean down to kiss her lips, then her jaw, and bury my face in her neck.

“So fucking good,” I mumble. “Don’t stop, keep going.”

I pull up and rock my hips, in and out of her.

“You like that?” she smiles at me, knowing precisely what she’s doing to me, as she grinds her pussy against my pelvis.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan out. “Come on my cock. I want to hear my name on your lips. You’re mine, Eden.”

“Yes,” she cries out, “Keep fucking me. Omigod, like that.”

Her desperation to come is just as big as mine is.

“Yes…fuck…yes…faster, Jagger. Fuck me hard.”

It’s not long till I have her screaming as she comes all over my cock.

My hips grind faster, thrusting harder as I get closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Eden,” I grunt as I come, pumping inside her. I free myself and shoot my release straight inside her.

My thrusts begin to become sloppier as I slow down to a stop, push my elbows into the mattress, and hover over her as I steal a kiss from her.

We’re both sweaty and sated.

“You’re amazing,” I say, and she smiles. She flickers her eyes up at me and licks her lips.

I feel her reaching between us and lifting my hips to accommodate her. She swipes her pussy and then puts her finger in her mouth, closing her eyes as if savoring it.

“Hmm, you taste amazing,” she says, opening her lids.

Fuck, I feel my knob twitch.

I slide my body down, take her breast in my hand, and massage it before wrapping my lips around her hard nipple.

My eyes travel up to meet hers.

“Round two?” I mumble over her nip.

Her eyes open wide, and then she smiles wide as the sparkle of excitement radiates her entire face.

Chapter 22

Although we’ve barely finishedrecording one sample track, Oliver Jones is eager to set us up with one of the record labels he works with. He grabbed what we had, explaining that he met with them about another artist and managed to sneak our demo in.

He omitted telling music execs who we were until they expressed their opinion on the demo. Thankfully, it wasn’t for our old record label— despite Oliver’s keenness to approach them, they are a no-go for us.

Velocity Vortex is a new chapter in our music careers, and we do not want to compromise on our artistic vision, but Oliver believes we need to be more flexible with our demands.

He’s lined up an opportunity for us to meet with this new label and discuss moving forward with a possible album deal. It’s our big break, and as much as we all want this, we’re skeptical because of the bad taste we got from the last big corporate label we previously signed up with.

“I thought we talked about not going corporate,” Jagger says, leaning over to Oliver as we wait for the execs in this sleek conference room with the long polished table that serves as the centerpiece.

Our arses sit on plush leather chairs, each strategically placed to facilitate collaboration and discussion among attendees.

State-of-the-art audiovisual equipment lines the perimeter of the room, including high-definition screens and sound systems, ready to showcase the latest music videos, performances, and presentations. A dedicated stage area at one end of the room allows for liveperformances or keynote speeches, adding to the typical air of corporate sophistication.

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