Page 17 of Starstruck
“You know exactly what, Trouble.”
That’s the third time he’s called me that, I think as I shift onto my knees at the end of the bed and reach up, dragging my fingers down his body.And I like it.
“You’re fucking everything,” he rasps, his hungry eyes roaming my naked body.
A blush rises up my cheeks as I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. Tearing my gaze from his, I shift to my knees to unbutton his jeans. He removes them along with his boxers, letting his dick spring free.
“Jesus Christ,” I curse under my breath, admiring the nicest cock I’ve ever seen. I’m almost certain he could split me in two with this thing.
I take him in my hand and stroke him, the skin smooth and the head silky.
He jerks forward, his hand tangling in my hair as, “Fuuuuck,”falls from his lips in a growl.
That noise coming from him because of me is all the encouragement I need to keep going. I smirk, locking eyes with him before flipping onto my back, my head hanging slightly over the edge of the bed. “Well, then what are you waiting for?” I feign innocence as I take his balls in my hand. “Fuck my face, Baxter.” I open my mouth wide, letting my tongue drag across the underside of his cock.
“My god, woman,” he growls, his hands moving to my breasts. He pinches my nipple at the same time he thrusts into my mouth, and I gag, opening wider to take all of him. “You’re something else.”
I wrap my lips around him and suck as he does exactly as I asked. I continue playing with his balls as he reaches down my body, dragging his finger through my slit.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?
“Mmm,” I hum around his cock as his finger skims my clit again. He circles it with perfect rhythm, showing me just how good he is with his hands. The feel of him there and in my mouth pushes me closer and closer to the edge with every thrust.
“Fuck, Lennon,” he curses. “You look so fucking pretty like this.” He continues fucking my mouth as he puts just enough pressure on my sweet spot to send me cascading into pure ecstasy, my entire body tightening. “That’s it, Trouble. Come while you choke on my cock so I can fuck you properly.”
I do just that as he thrusts in deep, hitting the back of my throat. I struggle to breathe with him in my mouth as he strokes the most sensitive part of me, making the orgasm that crashes through me that much more intense. My legs shake and my lips make a popping sound as he pulls out of my mouth.
Before I have a chance to catch my breath, Baxter picks me up and flips me over with ease. With my stomach flush against the bed and my feet on the ground, he shoves a finger inside me, curling it to hit that perfect spot. “Can I, Lennon?” he asks. “CanI fuck you properly?”
My hands reach for something to hold on to as I nod, whimpering as he continues working his finger inside of me. I tremble as he repeatedly hits my G-spot, barely noticing the sound of the condom wrapper ripping or him rolling it on before he thrusts inside me.
A scream breaks free, my fingers digging into the duvet. He gives me no time to adjust to his size before he grips my hips, pulling me flush against him. It stings for a moment before it morphs entirely into pleasure.
He pulls out slowly before slamming back into me. His fingers squeeze tighter around my hips, so tight I’m certain he’ll leave fingerprints in his wake, but I can’t focus on anything but the feel of him buried deep inside of me and the sound of the words that fall from his lips.
“You feel so fucking good. It’s like you were fucking made for me.”
At this moment, I feel like maybe Iwasmade for him. I squeeze my eyes shut, delirious on the pure bliss coursing through my veins. “God.”
His hand connects with my ass in a sharp pain and I yelp. “There’s no God here, Lennon,” he growls. “It’s justme.” He continues to drive into me, his pace quickening as he shifts my right leg onto the bed to allow him to get even deeper. He’s at the perfect angle, every thrust hitting my G-spot just right.
“Yes, right there, baby,” I pant, unaware of the words pouring out of my mouth.
But Baxter catches them clear as day. He grips my hair in his hand, pulling me up so my back is flush against his chest. He bends over, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and then wraps a hand around my throat. He holds me still while the fingers on his free hand trace my sensitive nipples.
“Call me that again.”
With the hand grasping my neck, he turns my head to meet hiseyes. I drown in his navy pools swirling with lust.
“Baby,” I moan, holding our eye contact.
It’s the most intimate feeling I’ve ever experienced.
Groaning, he presses his lips to mine, tangling our tongues together as he drags a finger down further to put pressure exactly where I need it.
I see stars.
I can’t breathe and I can’t move as the most intense orgasm of my life crashes into me. I cry out, my whole body tensing. The orgasm takes hold of me and doesn’t let go as he keeps fucking me.
