Hot Rock Star Daddy An Alpha Male Romance Page 8

  Her legs are spread stretching the fabric of the crotch until the lips swallow the material.

  I crawl to her, ripping off my shirt with a few buttons lost in translation. In my anxious hurry, I lose my composure and struggle with the button on my pants. It would be comical, but my frustration is evident.

  She pushes my hand away and delicately releases the button. Her fingers tremble, but she manages to pull down the zipper until I am standing on the bed with her tugging at my pants and underwear at the same time.

  She strips it off of me in one fluid motion leaving my appendage to slap up against my stomach like a gunshot going off.

  I drop to my knees and we kiss passionately until I am leaning her back against the bed with my knees separating her legs in preparation for my initial entry.

  I can feel the heat of her mound and those soaking wet lips greeting the head of my shaft with a kiss. I try to push, but she places the palm of her hand against my chest.

  There’s this inferno in her eyes and she becomes like an untamed animal.

  I find myself on my back with her straddling me with her hands on my chest raking with her fingernails to graze my nipples causing my cock to jump in response. She wipes the head up and down paying particular attention to her prominent clit.

  I fight her and she playfully resists until I have her on her back.

  Her whole body lifts from the mattress and I follow her until I have my hands underneath holding her in the air.

  Like a moth to a flame, I settle in between her legs with my tongue ready to forge ahead. She’s burning up and I feel the oven of her excitement streaming her juices down the length of my tongue. I twist like a corkscrew inside of her enjoying the way that she twists in my grasp.

  I feed on the sustenance of her hole and her body encourages me to add a finger. I feel her warm embrace sizzling and I want nothing more than to fuck her until her eyes are rolling into the back of her head. I wiggle my tongue to make sure I touch her where no man has ever touched her before.

  She is losing her composure and her eyes go wide with the implication of what is going to happen next. The moment is seized and she becomes unglued writhing in the agony and sweet release of her orgasm. The visual of her climactic moment isn’t lost on me.

  She’s burning my lips in a good way and I make this tight seal with a suction to keep her in a prolonged state of bliss. There’s nothing hypothetical about what is happening. This is the real deal.

  The hotel would have to be burning down around my ears and I’m still not sure I would release her.

  I’m doing what I can to put a smile on her face and finding my efforts rewarded. It chills me to the bone knowing that I have her alone in my arms. She is the reason why I can see past my misconceptions about love at first sight. I always got by on my own, but meeting her changed everything.

  There’s nothing ordinary about the way that she looks at me under the cover of the sheets. I never really cared about anything until I saw her for the first time after going dry.

  The night is going by so slow and I hope it never ends. Each minute with her causes me great joy and I’m ready to wave the white flag of surrender.

  I’m naked at the mercy of her eyes as she lightly slaps my chest with her eyes closed feeling the aftermath of what I have just inflicted on her.

  She hooks her finger and I take the hint moving up until I am holding onto the headboard with both hands.

  She swallows me down to the root in one clean motion to take my breath away. Her hand is wrapped around the base with this twisting motion all the way up to the top over the head. It causes me to groan and my response feeds her the necessary encouragement to continue undeterred.

  She runs the tip of her tongue down the back of my shaft and erotically looks up at me with a flicker of mischief in her eyes. She’s quite good and it feels like the first time all over again.

  “I have to stop you,” I blurt out and pull away from those lips surprised that I have the courage to do so.

  “Take a few deep breaths and I want this to last. I might’ve gone a little overboard, but I’m not going to apologize.” She’s taking matters into her own hands and I have a ringside seat for her performance.

  I don’t dare touch myself when an errant breeze will make me go off. I can’t stop staring at her and my cock is bobbing up and down in appreciation for her efforts. The sensation is slowly subsiding and I feel ready to pursue a more physical connection.

  I slap her hand away from the object of my desire. She wraps her hands around my neck and paints kisses on my lips marking her territory. I can smell the cherry gloss and taste the same fragrance on my lips.

  I put a pillow underneath her and place the tip of my cock at the entrance. The heat warns me what is waiting for me. I penetrate with the head, popping through the resistance of her lips staring in disbelief at the Angelic beauty lying before me.

  “I hope you’re ready for this.” With those final words, I slide along those rippling walls inside of her until I am balls deep.

  Her legs lock in place with her ankles around me holding me to her body in a tight and unforgiving embrace. It’s hard to move, but I fight through the hurdles standing in my way by using her natural juices to supply me with enough lubrication.

  I fuck her with that familiar motion of going back and forth until only the head remains. I ram it deep and relentlessly feeling the raging bull inside of me being released from its chains. I feel empowered and I dig my feet into the mattress for leverage.

  “Give it all to me and don’t leave 1 inch to spare. I need it and I can feel what it’s like to be fucked by a real man. I’m living on a prayer.” Her whole body glistens with a sexual dew covering her skin.

  I trace my fingers down over her body exciting all of her senses.

  We have each other and the pleasure of skin to skin contact is almost too much to take. I stop still inside of her as she tries to take the control out of my hands, but I hold back with what is left of my stamina hanging by a thread.

  I’ve come to the edge and she knows it and somehow she relents to let me go at my own pace. I run my fingers through her hair and I see her eyes begging me to continue without saying a word.

  The dim light from the moon outside the window is giving me the perfect vantage point to see how she wants me to bring the woman out of her too many times to count.

  “I know what you are trying to do and it’s not going to work. I won’t give in easily,” I said while doing my best to concentrate on something that wasn’t going to make me boil over.

  She is curbing my cravings by giving me what I covet the most.

  I pound into her slowly at first until my momentum is making her body bounce up and down on the mattress. It’s a live and spirited performance with our moans spurring us on.

  She goes off and I’m seconds behind her unable to hold back the flood of my desire. The hot seed inside my balls rides along the length of my shaft to exit at the head in a most delicious way.

  I feel her inner muscles pulling every single drop out of me. The fire inside has temporarily been extinguished. I extract myself from her sex still dripping with the remainder of my orgasm.

  I flop down on the other side of her exhausted with no words to describe how I’m feeling.

  I immediately begin to think of a June wedding with a surprise engagement during New Year’s. I know where to get the ring and I plan to spring this on her a few months from this date.

  Epilogue

  Raven

  The festivities are in full swing when we arrive at the party with everybody having a good time. Quinn is having bouts of morning sickness and the wedding was beautiful on the edge of a cliff on the beach.

  This is our one-year anniversary and the baby bump is a good reminder of what we have been doing when we weren’t recording my new album. She is my inspiration and my life is complete with my two girls. We already know the sex and I have prepared
by painting the nursery pink.

  “I don’t know how long I can stay. She’s really kicking up a storm. I hope you don’t mind that we make a brief appearance and then go back home to relax,” She pants and is slightly bent over breathing a little faster than usual.

  We are still a couple of months away from the big event, but I’m optimistic we will make it to the due date without any complications.

  I see Benjamin and he came stag. His love life is on life support. I want him to be happy, but jumping from one pollinating flower to another isn’t going to make that happen.

  The same thing can be said for my daughter, but she is always reminding me this is her life and not to interfere. Tamara is a workaholic like her father. It’s not easy to tell her to slow down when I don’t take my own advice. She lives with us and she’s actually the opening act before I take the stage.

  I’m dressed to impress in a tuxedo.

  “You’re the one that arranged all this to celebrate the upcoming launch of my new album. There are a few songs where my daughter joins me in a duet. We collaborated and came up with lyrics together. She brings the best out of me and so do you.” The last few months have been a whirlwind starting with going around the world and then returning to concentrate on bringing new life to my career.

  “I didn’t know that I was going to be sick to my stomach tonight. I don’t mind if you stay with Tamara and mingle. Circulating and getting your face out there will make those endorsement deals easy to come by.” I realize that her work ethic when we first met was nothing more than her going through the motions.

  Seeing her motivated made me understand how she could make things happen with one phone call. I’m producing my album in the very same studio Elvis Presley did. Somebody has to pinch me. Adam Levine is personally overseeing the production of my album giving me the benefit of his wise and sage judgment.

  I had broken down and bought a house with a few hundred acres including access to the beach by the way of a path through the woods. It is the perfect place to raise children.

  I knew from the moment I saw it that it was calling to me. It was a good thing Quinn didn’t take much convincing.

  “I’ve never been in this profession for the money, but I know how it can corrupt the most seasoned veteran. I’m helping Tamara to avoid those pitfalls and to keep her friends close and her enemies even closer.” I see her surrounded by several prominent figures in the community.

  She does know how to talk the talk and walk the walk. Nobody is immune to her charm, but she has yet to meet someone to give her those butterflies in your stomach. She tells me she doesn’t see it happening, but I don’t believe her. It has happened to me and I don’t consider myself a catch.

  She comes over with a glass of sparkling cider for the both of us.

  “Nobody is getting drunk and acting like an idiot. I thought you were crazy to make this party liquor free, but I guess you don’t need alcohol to have a good time,” She raises her glass and we both know the future is looking bright.

  The three of us take out dark sunglasses and put them on. It’s in reference to a Canadian icon and a song that speaks to us. Those in attendance look at us funny, but we only laugh and share an inside joke.

  My extended family is my life. The baby on the way is the whipped cream on the top of the ice cream sundae of my life. I’m happy and I can’t seem to wipe the smile from my face. I touch the product of my loins and I smile when I feel her kick like a mule.

  She is definitely going to be stubborn like her mother. God help the boys who want to date her. They have no idea what they are getting themselves into. Not only will they have to contend with her attitude, but an aging rock star willing to break off his foot in their ass.

  To think it all happened because I decided to go cold Turkey. My daughter gave me a new lease on life and I’m not going to squander it. Happiness isn’t in the money, but with the people that I surround myself with.

  Quinn is a love of my life and I feel blessed to be able to call her my wife. All the pieces came together to make my life complete.

  The End

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