Rockstars F#*k Harder by Penny Wylder Read Free Book Online Page B

grit out, years of interviews taking over as my brain short circuits because I’m coming, I’m fucking coming, it’s done. It feels so good I can’t fucking care as I let out a low groan. She starts to lean away from me, but I won't have that.
    Keeping her still with my fingers on her scalp, I come deep into her throat. She groans wetly around my shaft, enduring as spurts of my seed fill her mouth.
    “And that’s it,” the producer’s voice cuts in. “Thanks for the call in. Gonna be fantastic for ratings. Have a good night.”
    “Oh, I intend to,” I say, voice a bit rough as I recover, my orgasm ending just in that moment. I let her go once I know she's swallowed. She’s looking up at me with a wide grin as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. I click to hang up and stand, tucking myself in.
    Standing with me, Lucy tilts her head in question. “So that wasn’t so bad, right?”
    “I’d say it was pretty fucking tolerable, though shortest damn interview I ever gave.”
    “I told them to keep it under five minutes and gave them tickets to hand out. Gives you exposure and leaves your fans wanting more.”
    “You like to leave them wanting more, don’t you?” I grab her, kissing her and tasting myself and thrilling with the eroticism of our act.
    Her eyes twinkle. "Sometimes. The car's outside, let's go."
    “You’re coming back to my suite.” I say, watching her smooth her mussed up hair.
    “If you’d like,” Lucy says as she moves to the dressing room door with a swish of her hips. That red dress is a beacon, it calls to me. I follow her to the limo, knowing we can't get away with fucking right on the seats. Instead, I content myself with kissing her senseless.
    It’s not long before the limo pulls up to the hotel and we’re back in my suite, kissing against the door. My hands roam her now familiar body, exploring anew every dip and curve, basking in the sounds she makes at my touch.
    “I want a shower," I say. "Join me.”
    I don’t expect her low laugh as she says, “I thought you’d never ask,” before ducking out of my grasp and sauntering over to the bathroom.
    I strip down on the way to the shower, eager to get us both naked. I'm pleased when I find her dress crumpled carelessly onto the marble floor as she works the knobs. Her back is to me, her luscious ass on full display, and it gives me an idea.
    Letting her step into the shower, I follow just steps behind. The water runs down on us, hot and refreshing. Lifting the soap, I motion for her to turn.
    I pay special attention to her tits, her pussy, her ass, lathering her until her skin is shining. I'm enjoying the delicious sounds she makes as I run my fingers over soft, wet skin. She reaches between us, feeling for my rock hard dick.
    But I’m not ready to go where she threatens to take me and take me fast, so I steer her towards the large shower seat and guide her down, running my hands under her thighs to tilt her back and spread her legs. Her ass is on the edge of the seat, just where I need her.
    I start higher up, pressing hard, open mouthed kisses to her inner thigh, then down to first one ass cheek then the other, enjoying the way she pants with each kiss, each lick, each suck. But after a few minutes, her frustrated gasp of my name is everything I’ve been waiting to hear, and as she says, “Drew , Please ,” I end the torment, the slow tasting of her skin, instead finding her clit with my mouth.
    Tasting her is always good—the sweetness of her arousal leaves me aching for her every time. I plunge my tongue into her pussy, thrusting and curling as she mewls. But this is just the appetizer, and I’m ready for my real meal, ready to finally taste every part of her.
    Sliding my tongue out of her, I move it over her taint slowly, teasingly, her gasp satisfying as I finally hit her asshole.
    “D—Drew?” Lucy’s voice raises an octave but I don’t answer, just hum acknowledgment as I push my tongue harder against