Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
His fingers spread my dripping pussy lips, and he splits his efforts two by two. Two in the pussy, two in the ass, fingering the ice in there like a pair of scissors with his long, thick fingers.
Fingers usually gripping the mike onstage. Fingers waving to the masses. Fingers strumming his guitar when he’s playing lead.
He slurps at me as I melt inside, sucking on my clit enough to drive me crazy, and there are no barriers for me. I don’t care how filthy I am, or how sordid I look when he laps up dirty water from my asshole.
“Oh fuck, Vinnie,” I say and he knows it’s time to pick up the pace.
With two fingers in my ass and two in my cunt, he sucks my clit into his mouth and finger-fucks me so fast my head spins.
Then he stops, pulls away.
“No! Don’t stop!”
His grin is wicked, his face a wet mess.
“Come for me, Ella,” he says and his tongue is back at my clit in an instant, lapping and nudging and sucking and…
“Yes! Yes! Yes…”
I come against his face like a needy slut, bucking and grinding. There is nothing fake about my roar as I hold his head to my pussy and rub myself against his thick wet lips. No illusion as I lie in the throes of the aftermath, wanting to share the taste with him.
I guide him up from my cunt with a smile, and open my own mouth wide, poking my tongue out in invitation as I raise myself for his fingers.
He finger-fucks my mouth as I suck on him, locking him in a grateful stare before he lowers his face to mine. I kiss the filth from his tongue, sucking him clean, then hold him in another vice of stilettos, too enamoured to let go. All I want to do is kiss him, taste him, marvel at him.
“I need your cock next,” I tell him. “Please. Give it to me. I want it in my throat. Give me all you’ve got.”
My rock god shakes his head with a smirk.
“Nah, fuck-doll. You’ll get my dick when I give it to you, not before.”
“Spoilsport,” I laugh. “I’ll make you glad you did. Pinkie promise.”
“No doubt, which is why I’m holding back the pleasure. Your pretty girl throat is going to be a fucking dream, and as for that sweet pussy.” He blows a chef’s kiss, so reminding me of another star, the gorgeous Heath.
“You okay?” Vinnie asks, obviously noticing my blink of recognition.
“More than okay,” I tell him. “Just feeling a bit… desperate.”
“Worry not, my sweet little whore,” he says before hoisting me back up to a sitting position. “You’re gonna have the time of your life when I fuck you into oblivion.”
“You more of a pussy or an ass kinda guy?” I ask him, running my fingers over the bulge in his pants.
He’s big, but I knew that from pictures onstage.
“Both,” he says.
“Do you like guys as well as girls?”
He shakes his head. “Nah. Not really. Tried it a couple times. Not really my gig. I don’t mind watching it, though. I’ve seen plenty of hot girls and guys getting ploughed by roadies. That can give me a boner.”
“Nice.”
“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s boring as fuck, when the girls are just leapfrogging to get to me.”
“Flattering, though.”
“Desperate more like. It’d be better if they came right on up to my door and asked for a ride.”
I laugh, running my fingers over his shoulders.
“Sure, like your security team would let them waltz on up with a hey, there. You’d never have any free time. The queue would be ten miles long.”
He brushes his thumb across my lips.
“I used to be a hell of a lot less picky. Fame went to my dick for a while as well as my head, but that fades, same as the rest of it. It’s only the real stuff that stays.”
I smirk.
“Hmm. The real stuff like wanting to sample the goods of a hooker you saw on a wannabe wanker’s phone screen?”
I adore how he peppers kisses across my cheek with his thick, wet lips.
“Good job your Agency are such a great security team for you, or you’d be subject to the same kind of queue.”
“Ha. Hardly. But seriously, I’m grateful,” I tell him. “It’s hot to be wanted enough to have to scout through my proposals inbox. A lot of them make me horny as fuck.”
“I’m glad you chose mine.”
“How could I ever turn it down? You’re in the six-figure bracket. That’s horny as fuck in itself.”
He lets out a deep breath, pitting his brows.
“You’re selling yourself short again, fuck-doll. I was testing the water. Add another zero on that figure and show your pretty girl face to the world, proud and free.”
The idea of being in the spotlight gives me jitters down deep, so I switch the focus to his spotlight instead.