Page 12 of Rockstar Valentine

He raises up, his face obscenely glazed from my desire. “That isnotbegging.”

“Please, Griff. Please don’t stop.”

“Try again, little dove.”

I close my eyes. “Please fuck me with your dirty rock star mouth. Fuck me with your tongue, Griff. Make me come again. Please. I need it so bad.”

“Wow, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. You turning into a dirty girl, Sunday School?”

I’m too overwhelmed to answer. I can only nod and grind my hips up against him.

He gives me a wicked grin. “Good answer. I like it. Now let me show you what I can do with my dirty rock star mouth.”

He spreads my labia with his hand and sucks on my clit, sending pleasure shooting through my veins. I gasp, unable to keep it in. Then that tongue is inside my channel, fucking me like it’s his cock. The rhythm is relentless. When he touches my clit with a finger, his tongue deep inside me, I see stars.

The sensations are so intense I’m shaking from the power of it. I hold onto his shoulders, my body quivering as I come.

Griff pulls away and kisses my stomach, his voice low and husky. “You are incredibly responsive.” He palms my stomach after kissing it. “I love how soft and curvy you are. Absolutely gorgeous.”

My cheeks flush, and I’m suddenly embarrassed. I’m not used to compliments, especially about my body. Especially my stomach. I try to pull away, but Griff won’t let me. He holds me in place, his dark eyes full of heat.

“Your body is so sexy. Don’t pull away from me. I want to see you, feel you, taste you, and worship you. Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

His words make my heart flutter. I’m speechless, unable to believe that he’s saying this to me. I’m far from perfect, but he makes me feel like I am.

“I know chicks think they need to have zero body fat or whatever, but some guys, this guy, like a little cushion.” He rubs my stomach, filling his hands with my flesh. “It’s soft and lush and so damn sexy.”

His hands are everywhere, caressing my body and exploring my curves. I’m lost in his touch, his warm embrace, and the way he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

“I’m so hard for you right now. Do you want to see me? Want to see what you’ve done to this filthy man who wants to ruin you?”

My head is spinning, and I’m unable to form words. I’m too overwhelmed. All I can do is nod, and Griff takes this as a yes. He stands and peels off his pants, revealing the rest of his toned body and rock-hard cock.

It’s bigger than I expected. That fits where?

Griff grins, his eyes never leaving mine. He runs his hand up and down his length, making me squirm. I’m mesmerized, unable to look away. He knows what he’s doing to me, and he’s enjoying every second of it.

“Sit up so you can get a closer view. I like the way you’re looking at me.”

I’m trembling as I obey his command. Griff strokes his length, his eyes dark with desire. I swallow hard, my throat dry.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

I nod, unable to find the words.

“Do you want to kiss it, sweetheart?”

Oh God. As soon as he said it, my pussy flooded with moisture. Like he flipped a switch in my brain, and all I can think of is his cock in me...my mouth, my pussy, anywhere.

“Can I really?”

“It’s all yours. You do whatever you want, baby.”

My heart is pounding as I close the gap between us. I take Griff’s cock in my hands and press my lips to it. The tip of my tongue sneaks out before I’m aware of it, tasting the salty warmth of his skin. We both moan.

His hands move to my hair, and he guides me as I continue to kiss and lick him. I’m in awe of how beautiful he is, how responsive he is to my touch.

Griff’s breathing is becoming more and more labored, and I can feel his body tensing. “Do you like the way I taste, baby?”

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