When I was nice and relaxed, he started to lick in earnest, burying his face between my quivering thighs as he devoured me, my moans like hymns to Venus.
I rallied quick, eager to have him deep inside me. Theo was more than happy to oblige. Getting me into what had become our favorite position, with me at the end of the bed, with my legs up over his elbows, he sank sweetly in, easing his cock between my tender folds, setting off a explosion of pleasure in my head.
Tenderly he pumped, stroking the top of his mighty shaft inside me, stimulating my clit and g-spot in the same instant. That was something I’d never thought possible but very much enjoyed.
When he thought I could take it, Theo picked up speed, gradually building in intensity until the headboard was banging out a solid rhythm against the wall.
I wanted him to pick me up again like he had on the tour bus. I felt so safe in his arms when his cock was so deep and warm inside me.
“Give me that pussy,” he said. “Deeper. Harder. I love it. I want it.”
“Me too,” I said. “I love to feel you inside me. I just want you to…”
Before I could say anything further, he’d already read my mind and granted my wish, lifting me up into his arms, as though I weighed nothing despite my plus-sized frame, and taking me for a ride, bouncing me on his cock like a pogo stick until we came together. His sweet burst of cum warmed me to the core.
“I’m so glad you came back,” I told him, as we cuddled in bed afterwards. “And I’m so glad that the Summerfest concert brought us together. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“I’m glad I did, too,” he said. “And I’m glad you had my baby. Maybe we just made another one.”
“I hope so,” I told him, feeling happier than I’d ever felt in my life. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said. “Always and forever.”
THE END.
This book, although related by characters/friendship to the Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies Series, is related by theme to the Love Under Lockdown series, which are books about falling in love during the pandemic.
My Bass Player’s Secret Baby
Chapter One – Holly
I always loved the feeling of riding my motorcycle to work. It was a great way to start off the day.
Except for all the damn traffic!
This morning, on my commute to the office, thunder rumbled. A world of power was between my legs, an iron horse impatient to get back on the gallop.
I was tempted to put my bike’s engine out of its misery, at least for a while, when the line of cars ahead of me finally started moving again. I was happy even though it was only slightly faster way than the snail’s pace at which it had been crawling ever since I started my work commute.
It had only gotten worse as time ticked by. Any attempt I might have made to defeat the onslaught of vehicles had been met with failure. That was one of the unfortunate evils of synchronized schedules, with everyone having to work 9 to 5 in offices. At least lunch breaks could be staggered.
Not every soul in the city had to be convening in the same instant. Humans were broadly collectivist, but there were limits. As someone who often preferred to march to the beat of my own drum, the whole system sometimes drove me crazy.
I was glad that the procession of cars in front of me was now finally crawling forward a bit more, making it so that I was able to go ahead another inch or two.
What a sight I must have been astride my rumbling Black Shadow that my grandfather had passed down to me. He hadn’t had any sons or grandsons, and I was glad for that fact because I loved riding the chopper.
My Regency cut dress was hemmed up to my knees, showing just a glimpse of my legs above my Doc Martens. My entire head was encased by a visored helmet.
Inching along the baking asphalt while the summer sun wreaked it usual havoc, making things far too hot, especially for those like me who had a penchant for wearing black, I was so glad to see that perhaps salvation was in sight. Up ahead was a break in the otherwise relentless line of traffic, and I could see the retaining wall that would take me off the bypass and down into town.
It was a coin flip as to if whether that route would be better, but anything had to be an improvement compared to where I currently was. My mother had warned me against living in Olympia, but it was one of many things I hadn’t taken her advice on.