Page 11 of Trapped with the Growly Rock Star

I moan along with him, sliding him in and out of my mouth, wrapping my hand around the base.

“Red, I’m so close…if you don’t stop…”

I continue, redoubling my efforts, until his legs start shaking and his hips jerk erratically.

“I’m coming, baby. I’m—coming!” he yells as he climaxes hard, sending his release down my throat.

I swallow, pumping him until the very end.

“Christ, Hallie…” he says as I look up at him, my mouth sliding off his cock. “You’re way too young to know how to do that so well.”

I grin. “I think maybe it’s like making music. All about passion and soul.”

“Touché.” He chuckles. “Now, spread those sexy legs and let me worship that pussy.”

I shudder, his words igniting my entire body. He helps me shift up on the bed so he can crawl over me. My legs fall apart to make room for him as he leans down and kisses me—a sensual, sliding dance of tongues and eager lips.

He moves down my body, tasting every inch of my skin. He licks my nipple, and I gasp, wanting more.

“I love these tiny sensitive pink nipples,” he growls, taking my other peak into his mouth and sucking, making me moan. He draws back, his teeth grazing over me, and I whimper.

He kisses down my abdomen, nipping and licking around my navel. I’m squirming, wanting his mouth everywhere, but achingly desperate for it to be on my pussy.

“Patience, my sexy little vixen,” he chuckles, his hands brushing my inner thighs, sending tingles of anticipation all through me. He gently parts my legs, and I can feel air against my most secret of places.

I glance down to see his eyes smoldering as he studies me. “You're stunning,” he whispers, his voice a low rasp. “So damn beautiful and so damn ready for me.”

He leans forward, his breath ghosting over my skin, and I arch toward him, biting my lip. He kisses me softly at first, his lips gentle and exploring, each feathery caress sending sparks of pleasure through me. Then, with increased purpose, he laps at my core, groaning as if he’s enjoying this as much as I am. “Sweet... So fucking sweet,” he moans, the vibrations from his words against my sensitive flesh sending delightful tremors through my body.

I reach down to thread my fingers through Lennox's dark hair, guiding him, silently urging him to continue. He does so with fervent dedication, his tongue lapping, stroking and swirling, exploring every inch of my pussy. He suckles and nips gently, then brushes his tongue around my clit, and I cry out, bucking against his mouth.

“That's it, baby,” he murmurs against me, his breath hot on my swollen flesh. “Relax and let it happen. I want to feel you come apart on my tongue.”

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he works me over, his skilled mouth and tongue relentless in their pursuit of my pleasure. My body tenses up, hovering on the knife edge of release, the sensations overwhelming.

“Oh god, Lennox, please,” I beg, my fingers clenching his hair.

“Tell me what you need, Red. Say it,” he growls.

“I need…” I stop to pant. “I need you to make me come. So fucking badly.”

He presses in closer, increasing the pace. His tongue works in firm, rhythmic motions, his scruff brushing over my sensitized skin, adding more stimulation.

I’m writhing against his face and his tongue.

It feels amazing.

“That's it, honey,” he encourages, his voice rough with his own desire. “Let it all out. So sexy. Come for me, Hallie.”

His words, combined with the wet, relentless stroking of his tongue, and the rasp of his stubble, push me over the edge.

I cry out, convulsing, pleasure coursing through my system like liquid fire.

Lennox doesn’t let up, continuing to wreck me with his sweet torture through my climax, milking every last drop of ecstasy from my trembling body.

As my heart rate gradually slows and my breath evens out, he places soft kisses over my thighs and hips. “You are beyond incredible,” I whisper, reaching down to pull him up to me.

We sink into a deep, soul-wrenching kiss.

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