Rock (Hard Rock Harlots #4) by Kendall Grey Read Free Book Online Page B

stops forward movement.
    “Don’t you dare stop fucking me, asshole. What about the tour?” I prompt him into motion with a tight hip swivel, and he returns to work with a grunt.
    His face contorts. “I think we should join the Get Your Rock Off Tour.”
    “Why didn’t you say that in the first place?” I demand. Lunge. Drive. Plunge. Oh fuck, I’m close.
    “You know why.” Stab. Jab. Spear.
    “Don’t beat around the bush.” I laugh at the irony of beatings and bushes in our current context.
    He grabs two handfuls of tits and squeezes the lust out of them. I cry out. Slap, slap, slap he goes, then he sinks his teeth into one. “Fuck me … Jesus fucking Christ …” Here it comes. “Say it, asshole, or I’ll hose your fucking face and drown you in squirt juice.”
    “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he mumbles into my neck. “I need you to be happy so I can be happy. Whatever it takes.”
    I pull away and stare at him with a smile. “Even if it means a billy club up your ass?”
    “Especially with the billy club.” He laughs, tilts his head to the night, and yells, “I fucking love you, Letty Dillinger!”
    Sweet mercy. That’s my dude.
    I slide my hand to my pussy and flick the shit out of it. I push my pelvic floor with all the rage coursing through me. The tap opens. A rush of clear fluid spurts. I angle my hips upward and let fly my sexual battle cry. “I. Am. Letty. Dillinger. Fear my squirts!”
    Maniacal laughter bounces out of me from the deepest depths of my soul. God, it feels good to let go. Shades pulls out and cunt-smacks me with his swollen cock until the shower turns into a dribble. He drops and dives into my pussy, snagging some leftovers. His dark moan vibrates my excruciatingly sensitive water fountain. Goddamn it, I love the way his tongue stud works my clit. I rub the juice into my skin, draw pictures with it on his cheek, and slip it into his mouth on my index finger. He suckles as he stares up at me, face freshly showered, hair soaked. Again.
    He didn’t come. If I were to ask, he’d say he didn’t have to. I got what I needed and so did he.
    I kneel before him and devour his cock, savoring the subtle tang of my pussy. His knees buckle, but I hold him steady. This flesh rocket took a beating earlier. I guess I’ve forgiven Shades for stuff that isn’t his fault, so I’m gentle. A caress of tongue up the underside of his shaft. Swirls around the head. Tender slurps. Ball licks.
    Looking at him, I feel a little bad for getting so mad at him. I’ve been playing emotional pinball since my last squirt, and he’s probably got whiplash from tracking my wildly swinging ups and downs. It’s not his fault I’m a jealous bitch or that he has a fucking hot-as-lava ex-wife. Hell, if I weren’t with him, I’d probably bang that Betty myself.
    His posture slackens as he eases toward the inevitable fall. I stroke him for a few beats. “I want your cum right here.” I aim the head at my mouth. He smiles.
    I fondle his balls with one hand while the other twists around his shaft like a corkscrew on a mission to pop open a bottle of white. His sac tightens, his eyes fuzz out, and he cups my chin as molten, thick cream jets across my taste buds. With hard pulls, I coax every last drop onto my tongue.
    When he stops quaking and I’m sure I got it all, I open wide so he can see how full he filled my cup. Then I make an exaggerated show of swallowing his love. “Mmm, mmm, mmm …” I dab at the corners and lick my fingers clean.
    Shades drags me to my feet and launches an attack on my face. I wince, anticipating a collision with my very sore nose, but he brings out the soft weapons this time. Slowing breaths over pebbled skin. Deep inhales through cum-tinged kisses. Barely there drags of knuckles across the flood between my legs.
    “You’re trouble, pussycat,” he whispers into the air above my lips.
    I beam. “Always.”
    “Just the way I like you.” He sucks the juice off his