Page 64 of Rockstar Daddy's Second Chance

Not able to speak yet, I soundlessly nod as he pulls me toward him, standing me on my still wobbly legs. He holds me close against his broad chest as he waits for my weak legs to become stable. When they’re finally able to hold my weight, he steps back with an arrogant smile.

“Next, I want to watch as I fuck you from behind.” My eyes widen at his crude words, but I can’t help but feel turned on.

Glancing around the hotel room, his eyes land on the low armchair. He motions to it with his chin. “The chair, bend over,” he orders softly.

Walking over to the armchair, I go to slip off my heels. “Keep them on,” he demands with a wicked smile.

Obeying, I bend over, supporting my weight on the arm of the chair. Looking over one shoulder, I watch him stride closer. My breath comes quickly as his hands come out and grip my hips, positioning me right where he wants me. He puts pressure on the small of my back, arching my spine and lifting my ass higher in the air.

Expecting him to step closer, he surprises me by stepping back, a smug grin on his face as his eyes rake over me in my prone position. Shifting my weight from one leg to the other just deepens his grin to a knowing smirk.

“Impatient for me, Kendrick?” he asks huskily. I don’t answer. I can’t. My breath is now coming in soft pants as I wait for him to take me–fill me.

He’s suddenly behind me, and I feel the warmth of his body as he steps close. I hear the sound of his zipper as it lowers. I feel the rough touch of his pant leg as he modifies my stance wider to accommodate him.

I give an involuntary shiver as I feel the brush of his fingers as he touches my thong, moving it out of his way.

“You have no idea how sexy you look bent over for me like this.” I give a helpless whimper as I feel the head of his cock as it glides through my wet folds. So close but not entering me. “I want to watch as I enter you from behind,” his sexy words have me shuddering in wanton anticipation. I give a small gasp as he suddenly thrusts deeply into me. Filling me in one forceful stroke. He pauses, then slowly pulls back.

“You should see what I’m seeing as your body takes me. So eager, so willing for me to fill you.” He surges into me again, this time setting a grueling pace. He’s rough and demanding, and it thrills me as I push back, meeting his strokes. I push back harder, wanting more, wanting him. All of him.

My arms are stiff, supporting me against the arm of the chair as he continues to pound into me forcefully from behind. His grip hard, probably leaving a mark as he anchors me for his powerful thrusts. But I don’t care; I’m consumed by a wild, primal passion that matches his—reveling in his claiming of me.

When I finally cry out his name, he joins me in my orgasm, both of us spent from our exertion. Our breath slowly returns to normal as he stands, pulling me up with him.

“I’m not finished with you yet, Kendrick,” he whispers with a dark promise. “It’s going to be a long night.”

I finally speak. “I’m up for it,” I say with a sultry smile, answering the challenge in his eyes.

Thirty

Cass

When I open my eyes the next morning, I almost groan from the bright light shining into the hotel room through the windows. I throw my arm over my face, shielding my eyes.

My hand reaches out, finding Kendrick as she sleeps soundly beside me. A smug smirk covers my face as I remember the activities of last night—no wonder she’s still sleeping, I think, with manly pride.

Kendrick curls against me sleepily. “Is it morning already?” she mumbles softly.

Glancing at my watch, I whisper back. “It’s eleven o’clock.” I chuckle quietly as I hear her soft gasp, and she stirs beside me.

Her eyes flutter open, and she groans. “Do we have to move?”

“No,” I chuckle softly. “Cassidy’s with my parents, probably being spoiled rotten. There’s nothing we have to do.”

Kendrick smiles faintly but doesn’t argue. Instead, she presses her face into the crook of my neck. “I could stay like this forever,” she whispers.

“Tempting,” I murmur back. “But I was thinking of something else.”

She tilts her head to look at me, a hint of curiosity in her sleepy gaze. “Oh?”

“A soak in the jacuzzi,” I suggest with a grin.

Her lips curve into a smile. “That sounds heavenly.”

Later, warm water pulses against my back as we relax in the tub. I let out a sigh of contentment, wrapping my arms around a slippery Kendrick as she leans back against my wet chest.

“This is the life,” she says, her voice content. “If we didn’t have responsibilities, I’d stay here for days.”

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