Page 35 of Taming His Rockstar

“Come on, I can’t take this for much longer.”

“You’ll have to for just a while longer,” he says to me.

“Why?” I ask. Then I hear a buzzing sound in my bed. “What’s that?”

“The object of your iniquity,” he replies with a grin in his voice.

He has my vibrator in his hand, and as I realize what he’s about to do, I recoil into myself as much as I can.

“I can’t do it,” I say. “I can’t hold my orgasm if you use that on me. You don’t know how powerful that stuff is.”

I feel his hand move to my face, and he caresses it. “I think you can. Come on, you’ll love it.”

He pushes at my legs, and they open for me. Then he places the vibrator against my sex, and my whole body leaves the bed. It’s like he’s passed electricity through me. I’ve never felt pleasure so intense in my entire life. I begin to speak unintelligibly as I fight not to come. It’s a battle I know I’ll lose. But I so want to please Jake. I want to show him I can stand toe to toe with him. I want him to be happy for me. His finger joins the vibrator on my sex, and even though I can feel the weight of my orgasm coming, I can still feel ripples of pleasure radiating from the depth of my pussy to my whole body. My hips jerk upward intermittently, my whole body flopping in what has to be the most unflattering way ever. I don’t care. I have no control over it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful right now,” he says, his voice thick with need. “The veins in your neck as you fight not to come just because I said you shouldn’t. Your whole body moving like a real-life work of art. One day, I’m going to paint you like this. Have you use a vibrator between your legs while I capture the look of ecstasy on your face forever.”

“Jake,” I beg, unable to take it anymore.

“Do you want to come, Kitty?”

I nod furiously.

His finger pushes into me, and he begins to thrust in quick, measured strokes that hit all the right places. But at this point, the whole of my pussy is the right place.

“Then come for me, Kitty,” he finally says the words I’ve been waiting for.

He’s still talking when I let myself go and feel my whole body explode into bits. I don’t even know I’m screaming, or that I’ve clamped so tight around his fingers as I come he can’t pull out. Or that I’ve rip the scarves that hold my legs to the bed. Or that there’s even a world outside of the one I share in this bed with him. No orgasm I’ve ever had comes close to this one. It marks both my body and my soul and sets a standard I know in this moment no one else will reach ever again.

When my brain starts to function again, I open my eyes to find that he has somehow managed to take off the cuffs and blindfold. He’s also naked, and the thick length of his cock jerks under my gaze. I don’t need him to tell me what to do. I doubt I’d listened if he did. I let him have his turn and now it’s mine. Rising to my feet, I wrap my hands around his neck and begin to kiss him.

A small shove at his shoulders, and he allows me to push him down on the bed. I kneel in front of him, staring at his naked, muscular form lain out in front of me. He’s mine, and I wonder at how he’s managed to creep into every part of me. I swear it’s like he’s marked my soul. I cover his body with mine, loving how his hard frame feels against my soft one. I nip his lips with my teeth before stroking my tongue over him and kissing him. And even though I’m the one on top, I don’t think for one second I’m in control. I slowly make my way down, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake. My teeth close over hard nipples, and I love the rough sound that comes from his lips. Tugging lightly, I continue my way down his body until I finally feel his cock nudging at my throat. Parting my lips, I finally take him in my mouth.

His hips jerk, and he pushes his hand into my hair as he groans. I wrap my hands around his shaft, stroking as I begin to suck. The taste of his cock in my mouth is deeply arousing, and I eagerly take him as deep as I can. My head bobs up and down around him as I stroke at the same time. Reaching between his legs, I grab his balls and tug at them.

“Fuck,” he swears, his legs spasming under me. “Honey, you’ll need to stop doing that if you want me to be in you when I come.”

I respond to that by raking my fingers over his balls before I tug again and slurp at his erection. My spit coats every inch of it, and it makes it easy for my hand around the base to stroke him. I can feel the veins on his cock throbbing in my mouth, and I swear it’s like his cock becomes ever harder every time I suck. I shift and suddenly feel my bare pussy lying against his thigh. I immediately begin to ride him as I suck, moaning silently against his cock. I lick his balls and love the way he flinches. I wish I had the self-control he has to hold back his pleasure the way he has done mine. But I can’t take it any longer. Pushing myself up, I move above him, and with my gaze on his, I lower myself onto the stiff length of his erection.

I moan as I settle around him but begin to ride him immediately. Jake’s hands move to my hips, and he holds me as I move above him. His cock throbs deep inside me, and I throw my head back as I ride him harder and faster, chasing my orgasm. My hips rise and fall as I take him so deep inside me it feels like he’s nudging at my womb. I suddenly feel him lift me up as he begins to drive himself up to meet me. If what I was feeling was pleasure, this is ecstasy. Sweat flows off my body, drips between my breasts as they slap against my body. His strokes begin to speed up even as I move faster above him. I know I begin to talk, mention his name, and beg him for something. It’s hard to tell. My brain is pretty much mush at this point. But I know the instant I come. My whole body locks around him as I shudder in rapturous bliss. A few seconds later, Jake thrusts into me one final time, and I hear him make guttural sounds as his cock pulses inside me, shooting jets of his release. And all through it, we never take our eyes off each other.

I wake the next morning and frown when I smell something strange. And sure enough, when I manage to find my panties and shrug on one of his T-shirts, I find him in the kitchen making waffles.

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