Page 13 of Trapped with the Growly Rock Star

The morning light peeks in through the kitchen window as I begin preparing the coffee. The quiet hiss of the stovetop kettle fills the silence as I scoop the grounds, my mind wandering to last night.

It’s hard to find the words to describe what Hallie and I shared. We made love with an intensity that left us both breathless. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever been so satisfied and yet left so ravenously hungry for a woman.

I remember how her lips tasted like maraschino cherries and lime from the Shirley Temples. How her skin felt like silk under my calloused fingertips. How she matched my every move with a fervor that fueled my fire. When I came inside her, her body clenching around me, it was like a tidal wave, washing away all the doubts and fears that had plagued me.

As I pour the boiling water over the grounds, the rich aroma of the coffee mingles with the lingering scent of sex on my skin, and I can't help but smile.

Just as I hear the gurgle of the coffee beginning to drip into the pot, I hear Hallie padding up softly behind me. She wraps her arms around me, pressing her face to my back. I let out a low rumble, satisfaction mixed with longing.

“Good morning, growly,” she purrs, her voice laced with mischief.

“Morning, hon. Couldn't resist sneaking up on me again, huh?”

She chuckles.

“You’re never going to let me live down how we met, are you?”

“Nope,” I say, pouring a cup of coffee for her.

Then she slips her hands into my sweats, sliding them over my now ragingly hard cock.

I let out a strangled groan, my body already hungry for her again. It's like I'm back to being a horny teenager, experiencing this wild rush of desire for the first time.

“Mmm, just the way I like it,” she says, stroking me. “Hot and thick.”

“Fuck, Hallie…” I shudder, closing my eyes as she rubs over my wet tip, using my pre-cum to lube me up.

“So hard and so perfect,” she whispers, teasing the ridge of my head with her sweet fingers. My breath stutters and my belly clenches as I grip the edge of the counter.

“God, baby, yeah…right there.”

“Here?” she says, softly continuing her sexy torture.

“Christ, yes,” I groan, my hips involuntarily thrusting into her hands. My body starts to tremble. “You’re making my fucking toenails curl.”

“Mmm…” She doesn’t stop. “Come for me, Lennox. Right now, in my hands.”

And with that she sends me over the edge, shattering the last of my control. I surrender to the pleasure, letting out a savage growl as my release explodes.

Hallie works me through my climax, my hips writhing and jerking, my cum splattering over the countertop and her hands.

I’m still panting as she moans along with me, finally letting my cock slip from her grasp.

After I catch my breath, I clean us both up quickly with a towel and then turn to pull her into my arms.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” I say, searching her eyes. “You drive me crazy, Hallie. Not only that, you make me question everything I thought I knew.” I thread my fingers through her hair and kiss her fiercely, putting everything I have into this moment.

I’m in too deep, way over my head, but I can’t bring myself to care. This woman has captivated me completely.

When I pull back, though, something in her lovely eyes has changed.

“Lennox, I need to know something.”

I brace myself, expecting the worst. “What's that?”

“Are you just using me to get your mojo back, or is this real?”

Her question hits me like a punch to the gut. The truth is, I'm terrified this is all too good to be true, that my past will taint what we've started.

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