Page 21 of I Love Rock n Wine

“Let me take care of that,” she ordered, climbing off the amp and pushing me backward. “While you’re looking at thosescreaming fans,” she started, yanking off her shirt, “I want you standing in this spot, thinking of my body over yours, riding it like a pro rider.”

So much for my dick lasting tonight. Her words and body were already making him eep.

Seeing her in all her naked glory was amazing. Freckles ran over her chest, arms, a few overher stomach, and down her legs. Andsomeday, I wanted to trace every one of them with my tongue. Then there were her tattoos. Not too many, but the few she had, hadcaptured my interest and only added to her appeal. I hadn’t seen one since we started talking,so all were well hidden, and I loved that.

One day soon, I was going to have to worship this goddess beforeme. But now was not the day.

Now,the need was far toostrong to ignore.

Now,I needed to be buriedin this woman.

Now,I needed to feel hersweet cunt holding my dick tightly.

Now,was the quick run for thepleasure we both needed.

With that, I shed my clothes, tossing them down to make aslightly more comfortable spot. Buthonestly, my mind was too far gone with passion, the same passion I saw blazingin her eyes, to care about comfort. Ouronly care was reaching the heights of our pleasure together.

As she drew nearer, I held my hand out to her, pulling her down on my lap, my hands running over her back and into her hair, fisting it so I could bring her close to devour her mouth once more. My other hand roamed over her back and down her ass, pulling her right next to my aching dick. I loved that my mouth got to swallow her cry.

I lifted her slightly, letting her break the kiss to watch the dick she grabbed and moved to her center, slowly slipping into her. Well, we both watched with fascination and pleasure as the lines swirling around it entered her. Then, we both groaned oncemore at the naughty image the wet lines were when she pushed up, letting it leave her cunt.

“Shit, that’s so fucking hot,” I moaned, allowing her to hold him as she slipped down again. But playtime was over. I couldn’t last in her heat, and by the way her pussy was already spasming around me, she didn’t have long either.

I captured her mouth again as she rocked against me, her nail trailing up my arms and over my shoulders.I would proudly wear the markings she left. Letting everyone know that I was claimed, just like I was claiming her.

This body would never be attached to another man, not as long as I was breathing. With every pull of my dick, with every brush of my hand, with every flick of my tongue, I was branding her. Etching her soul with my name, with my logo. Just like she was with me, even if she didn’t know it.

“Fuck,” she cried, breaking the kiss yet rocking harder against me.

“That’s it, baby, use me to chase your orgasm,” I whispered into her neck as I licked and sucked, feeling the shaking within my arms. Hell, I wasn’t far behind her. And I fucking couldn’t recall the last time I got that close to ending that quickly.

“Heath,” she moaned louder, tilting her head back to give me the access I wanted. And I wasn’t going to deny her. I bit down on her sensitive spot, sucking hard, causing her to scream as she came.

All the clenching, the crying, had me following her, releasing my own cry, and panting hard. I dropped my head to her chest, holding her close, and started to chuckle.

“What?”

“I’m going to struggle listening to the screaming fans when all I will think about is the sounds of our climax together, filling this huge spot.”

Chapter 13

~ Tiffany ~

The following day, with my body sore in places it hadn’t been before but a smile still on my face, Heath told me to get dressed up because he was taking me to dinner.Not dressed up in the teal dress, but something nicer than my jeans or leggings. So, I opted for a peach dress with subtle make-up; something that was still me.

Personally, I didn’t think it was fair, but when we walked into the restaurant with the low lighting, soft classical music on the speakers, and candles at every table, I could see this was fancier than what I was used to.

“Devon, please,” Heath told the young woman at the front podium.

“Right this way sir,” she said, grabbing two menus and escorting us back to a table in the far back corner. “Enjoy your meal. Shawn will be your waiter and he will be right over.”

“Thank you,” I said, smiling at her and then smiling at Heath as he held out my chair for me. “So,” I started, opening my menu and looking at it, trying not to freak out over the prices. “Wow.”

“Stop.” I looked at him over my menu, a brow raised in question. “The prices. It’s not a big thing. And it’s my treat, anyway.”

“One, I’m not with you for your money, you know that right?” At his nod, I smirked. “Good.I’m with you for your hot ass tattoos, your amazing, good looks, and your huge ass capability to give me phenomenal orgasms.”

“That’s it?”

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