Rise (Rock God 1)

Gia has zero patience and it’s my fault. I fuck her hard and fast, becoming borderline obsessed with her magical pussy. I want my cock inside her twenty-four seven.

As soon as I let go and stopped fighting myself, things became clear real fast. Gia, on the other hand, is so caught up in her lies that she insists she have her own room. Not that she’s ever in it.

I know it’s because of Axel. She’s paranoid. I’ve humored her the last week or so. But it’s getting old fast. I’m not scared of Axel. I’m sick of hiding her when we leave, worried photos of her face are gonna be in The Enquirer.

Fucking come clean. I intend to deal with all this shit. We have a week off before we play Madison Square Garden on New Year’s Day.

Hunger.

It’s not abating. If anything, I’m like a man who has been given his favorite meal and allowed to feast.

I lightly bite her clit and feel her start to contract. She’s slick and wet and fucking perfect as I send her over the edge. Her hands grab my head while she whimpers and pulses in my mouth.

Lifting my head, I gaze at her. She’s fucking magnificent: legs spread, lying back spent on the recliner. The moonlight and lights of Manhattan kiss her skin. I crawl up her body as she smiles and reaches for my cock, jerking me.

I take her mouth, wanting to savor her, not rush this time. She tastes like mint and delicious smoke.

Thrusting my tongue deeper, I want all of her. Always wanting more—that’s me. Forcing her for more. I’m a greedy fuck, and I want her soul.

I want her to breathe only for me.

Think only of me.

I slide inside her honey walls and my eyes roll back in my head at how fucking amazing she feels. Her tight cunt squeezes my cock and I try to go slow, letting my body have this moment.

This is fucking ecstasy.

In and out, I torture us. Music floods my head as I take her ragged breath and inhale it back inside her. Our bodies are in sync, and I’m ready to blow my load.

Fuck that. I pull out as she gasps her protest, then screams as I take my slick cock in my hand and rub my pierced tip on her swollen clit.

“Shit. I’m gonna come.” She sits up as if it’s happened so fast she can’t handle it.

“That’s it. Come for me, Gia. Come, baby.” I push her back, my hand wrapping around her neck to hold her still.

Her eyes blink at me wide as I watch her come apart, fucking explode. Holding for one more second, I let go and slam my cock back inside her.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “Christ, it’s good with us.” I’m done. I’m not holding back. She can take it and then some.

My balls tighten as I pound into her tight cunt. I’m so close but not ready for it to end. Her nails claw my back as her pussy clenches tight, like a vise, milking the cum out of me.

And I’m soaring, free, as my body jerks. I fill her warm cunt with my seed. Wave after wave of euphoria flows through my body.

I look down at her, and as our breathing calms, I slowly pull out. Brushing a strand of hair off her neck. “Come on, baby.” I stand and bring her relaxed, almost drugged body with me.

“I can’t move,” she mumbles.

I grin and carry her into the suite, straight to the bedroom. When I lie her down on the bed, she curls into a ball and reaches for me.

“Where are you going?” She pouts as she watches me head to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, I almost do a double take at my reflection.

Christ, I’m smiling like a fucking lovesick idiot. It’s pathetic, but for the first time in my life I’m happy.

I grab a washcloth and wait for the water to get hot. I can’t seem to let myself have this. Peace is fleeting to me; I’m always trying to stay one step ahead. The problem is I somehow have forgotten what that one step is.

The truth is, I can’t believe I’ll get to have her, this. It’s always in the back of my mind that something bad will happen.

I turn off the sink with way more force than necessary and bring the washcloth over to clean Gia up. She sleeps peacefully. Her easy breathing almost makes me jealous. I never sleep that well; insomnia is not unusual for me.

It’s fucked up.

Clearly this is because of my dream.

I take a breath and close my eyes. Enjoy this, Granger.

Enjoy us.

Trust that it won’t be taken away, or that I’ll fuck it up. I toss the washcloth aside and climb into bed. The crisp, cool sheets feel perfect.