Page 91 of Starstruck
I roll my lips between my teeth, nodding as understanding hits me. He stands, pushing my arms behind my back to tie my wrists together. I wince slightly as he pulls on the knot.
“Too tight?” he asks, concern laced in his tone.
I shake my head, meeting his eyes.
“Good girl.” He grins before lifting me back onto the vanity, my hands trapped behind my back.
He opens one of the vanity drawers and pulls out a bullet vibrator. My jaw falls open as he rolls it between his hands, teasing me with it.
“How long have you had that?”
“I bought it especially for tonight.”
I swallow, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. If it wasn’t already obvious, this man knows how to please a woman.
“Not that I need it to get you off…but I thought it might be fun, no?” The look on his face is wicked. “I can put it away, if you don’t want?—”
“No,” I blurt, shaking my head. “I want to.”
“Good.” He smirks, lowering himself to the floor again.
Looking down at him, I tease, “You look good on your knees, Lover Boy.”
He stares at me with a hunger in his eyes as he says, “Then you better spread your legs for me, Trouble.”
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DIE WITH A SMILE
BAXTER
“TROUBLE” BY CAMYLIO
Lennon does as I ask and spreads her legs wide. I lick my lips when she bares herself to me, a groan escaping me as her legs already begin to shake in anticipation.
Walking offstage to find her arms wrapped around another man was the same moment I realized I really don’t want this thing between us to end.
This is all still new to me, but I have never wanted anyone the way I want her. Physically, emotionally—I want it all. I never thought the day would come when I willingly give up my bachelor lifestyle, but I would do anything this woman wanted me to.
Fuckinganything.
I just don’t know how to convince her to let me. Because she continues to remind me that once the concert is over, whatever we are is, too. And convincing her otherwise would also mean having to come clean about what I found out at that bastard’s trial all those months ago—something I’m still not quite sure I’m ready to do. I don’t want to give her any reason to walk away early.
So for now, I’ll take what I can get.
I glance up at her through hooded eyes, my finger teasing her entrance. I slide it slowly inside then curl it to meet her G-spot, grinning as she whimpers softly.
“Mmm, you have the prettiest pussy, Lennon.” I watch as my finger disappears inside of her, her wet heat clenching the digit. “And you’re always so wet for me, aren’t you?”
She nods as her mouth falls open with a moan, making me grin even wider. I pull out my finger and pick up the vibrator, sliding it into her. Her body tenses as the toy fills her, and when I turn it on to the lowest setting, the cry she lets out is like music to my ears.
“I think we can go higher,” I tell her with a smirk, knocking the speed up a notch. My cock strains against the zipper on my jeans as I slide the toy in and out, her breaths quickening as her bound hands scrape against the mirror, trying to find something to grasp.
This was such a good idea.
Holding the vibrator steady inside of her, I bring my mouth to her clit, letting my teeth graze the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh, my god,”falls from her lips as her eyes roll back. The way her body responds to mine fuels my movements, my tongue flicking against her clit repeatedly as she clenches the vibrator tighter.
