Page 20 of I Love Rock n Wine

I was thinking about the future, and that wasn’t like me.But I couldn’t deny it. I didn’t want anyone else to come near her and I would fight. I would make sure she understood who she belonged to and if she did leave, how no other man would even come close to me.

But if she belonged to me, I belonged to her. And something within that thought settled something within me. I was okay if she claimed me. Fuck, I wanted her to claim me. In every way possible. And it didn’t scare me.

I backed us up to the drum set, slowly pushing her down on it, and grinned as I kneeled before her. Looking up at her, the sight of her bruised and plump lips had me going back in for more.

My tongue caressed hers as my fingers worked to push her leggings down, my mind flashing an image of her in that little set she showed me. Would she have it on now? Save it for later? Give me a special show?

I grinned as I flicked my tongue against hers before nipping at it, causing her to pull back. She smirked at me, slowly shaking her head.

“Do you like pain with your pleasure too?” she asked.

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“No.” She didn’t give me time to think as her nails dug into my hair and tugged hard to pull my lips back to hers and I groaned.

Yup.She could own me however she wanted.

I managed to push her leggings down while still attached to her lips and sunk my fingers into her, causing her to breakthe kiss. She groaned, moving her hands from my hair to my shoulders, her nails pinching skin through the fabric. She leaned back, her elbows hitting the snare, and I think it might have been the most beautiful note I’ve heard.

Her look of pleasure was an image I never wanted to get out of my head. Her lips were parted, her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed, and I loved every little fucking bit of it. With strong willpower, I looked down at my hand. My tattoo finger pushed in and out of her pussy and I groaned.

“Hot, isn’t it?” she panted, pushing her hips upward and I looked back at her.

“Being fingerfucked on a seat that will be seen by tens of thousands of people?”

“Hell no, though that thought is, too. Watching your hand.”

I couldn’t deny it. Somehow her obsession with this artwork had become my own. At least while doing this. There was something very unholy and yet so damn sexy about watching that finger with its cross get buried so far deep in her pussy, only to come out with her delicious juices covering it.

Yup, front-row seat with a first-class ticket straight to hell.

Maybe I ought to do a song with lyrics about naughty hand tattoos, the pleasure they bring, and the final destination one will have with them. Epic love ballad with all the feels. And as I sing about that, I’ll make sure to include a woman who looks like this one who is panting and shaking, on the verge of coming so hard.

“No, you don’t,” I told her, withdrawing my hand.

“Wh…what…” she stammered, a bit shocked.

I couldn’t blame her. But I had multiple places I wanted to screw her on.And this was only one of many.So, without wasting time, I lifted her up, ignoring her leggings that were there, and moved her to my amp, plopping her down.

I smirked as I kneeled before her again, spreading her legs wide, and licking my lips as I eyed the feast before me. I hadn’t gotten the pleasure before to tasteher directly and I sure wasn’t wasting it now.With one more glance up at her, I slid my tongue out and over her cunt, loving the quick inhale of her breath.

“Shit, Heath,” she hissed, leaning further back so I could spread her wider and I loved it. I slid my tongue from the top of her to the bottom, loving how she jumped. So, anal play wasn’t something she had done before. Something new we were going to have to try.

“I love how responsive you are,” I told her before pushing my tongue back in, licking up all her sweetness.And fuck, it was so sweet with a tinge of salt behind it. Addictive even.

“Don’t tease me, I’m far too close for that.”

I grinned as I obeyed, sucking her clit into my mouth as I slid two fingers into her, pumping them fast a few times before adding another and curling them upward. I could feel her legs start to shake as she tried to hold back, but I wasn’t going to let her.

Iwantedher to coat my face.

Ineededto taste her for days on end.

So, with my shoulder, I pushed her leg closer to my face, letting the stubble on my cheek brush her skin.The sensation, I could tell, drove her over the edge and she came, crying out and filling the whole auditorium.

I licked every last bit of her, looking up at her as she slowly came back to Earth.

“When I’m up here, performing, looking over everything, all I’m going to think about is that cry that filled this place. How undeniably hot it was. And how much harder it made my aching cock.”

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