Page 118 of Wicked Rockstar

While he continued with his torture, he ran a tantalising hand up my spine. I trembled under his touch with each inch he covered, crying out when he grabbed a handful of my hair at the nape of my neck. He wrapped it around his hand and as he forced my head to tilt back, he finally slammed his cock inside me.

I gasped, surprised and satisfied at the sudden invasion, of feeling so completely filled—and fulfilled. He paused for a second, allowing me to adjust before he restarted his punishing rhythm. The slap of our skin slamming into each other ricocheted throughout the room. The auditory stimuli pushed me closer to my release.

The heat of his skin seared me as his chest pressed into my back. He feathered light kisses to my shoulder and trailed them along my own burning skin and down my spine.

He played my body like he was fine tuning his favorite guitar. My muscles had gone rogue. I cried out as every one of my five senses merged and the telltale signs of my next release edged me forward. My cheek pressed into the sheets and my eyes closed, doing everything I could to concentrate and savor every second.

“Don’t come yet,” he demanded. The sharp tone was the only thing getting through to me as my consciousness focused on one thing, the place we were joined together, and how good he made me feel.

He alternated between long, hard strokes, and slow pumps.

I whimpered, “I don’t know if I can hold off.”

“You can.” A single hand connected with my ass, a sharp sting that caused me to cry out. My focus on coming took a backseat to the pain he now soothed with the palm of his hand. I shifted my ass back further into him, showing him without words I wanted another one.

My hands gripped the sheets beneath me, my forehead buried in the silky depths each time he shoved into me. This moment was more perfect than I could’ve imagined. He slid one hand around my waist to part my folds and circle my clit.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. My breath came out in strained pants and I bucked back violently, unable to stop or control my limbs.

All I could do was feel. “Please,” I begged through clenched teeth.

“Soon, my love.”

I focused on his voice. On the words as they caressed my heart in a way the action of our joining didn’t.

My body tensed, on the edge of a climax I knew was barrelling towards me. Tears pooled in my eyes. Every muscle hurt, but in the best way possible. It was more in anticipation of what was to come.

“Now.” I gasped. With one last pinch of my clit and final deep stroke of his cock, I convulsed around him and wept into the sheets.

“Fuck,” his hoarse voice drew the word out. “Tink, you’re squeezing my dick so hard.”

His muffled words registered through the roaring in my head. Everything inside me clenched and unclenched. I shook from the sheer force of an orgasm that didn’t seem like it was stopping any time soon. White flashes overtook my sight for afew blissful seconds before a blanket of stars appeared behind my eyes.

Each deep thrust of his cock drew out my pleasure even more. The only thing holding me up at this point was him and his punishing grip. His arms were wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe.

Even as my cunt continued to pulse around his dick, he flipped me over and crawled up, nudging my legs over his shoulders. The way he effortlessly maneuvered me was something I’d likely think about on repeat later. It was so fucking hot. I’d have exclaimed at his strength, but I was so boneless I could barely let out a squeak of surprise that he was still inside me once we settled back down.

He must have had magic ninja-sex moves to accomplish this, and if I wasn’t so sated I might have giggled.

On his knees, staring into my eyes, he pounded into me. “You’re so goddamn perfect,” he growled.

His breathing labored, each pull of air a struggle as his legs tensed, and his thrusts became erratic. Through it all, he kept his eyes locked on mine.

His breath hitched. He gripped my hips, driving deeper. When he hit that sweet spot, I moaned, my core clenched, squeezing him desperately. My pussy quivered, chasing yet another peak—was it number three or four? I’d lost count, as tsunami-sized waves of pleasure melted all coherent thought.

A pained groan escaped as he leaned down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss before he whispered, “I fucking love you.”

Our bodies stiffened in unison, our harsh cries blending together as we screamed out our release. His thrusts went wild and out of control, then he stilled as he came inside of me. I felt every pulse of his dick through the condom. His raspy moan filled my ears as he drew me close, easing back on his kneesand gently lowering my legs before rolling us both until I was sprawled out across his chest.

I relaxed on top of him like a limp blanket, his dick still inside me.

He kissed the top of my head as I nestled it just under his chin. The world felt quiet and content.

Like we were exactly where we were meant to be.

“I want to stay like this forever,” I murmured.

“If I had my way, we would.” He brushed back my sweat-dampened blonde tresses, and ran his hand lightly down my spine.

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