Rock On (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

When I was ready, already having another orgasm just from his fingers, he eased in again, my body rocking slightly forward as he did.

Once his hands were on my shoulders and his cock was deep in my pussy, he fucked me once more toward another life-changing orgasm.

“Pull my hair,” I blurted out of nowhere.

It was a desire I’d had for a while but dare not express before. I’d heard how dangerous it could be. The neck was delicate, and if the pull was too hard, it could lead to serious injury, even paralysis.

Doing it just right, he wrapped my long hair around his hand, like in my fantasy, until he clutched it at the roots. He was in even greater control, of both me and himself, and was at no risk of giving me whiplash, which was always a good thing.

As he pounded me, he slipped a hand around my neck and squeezed. Not hard, nothing close to a choke, just a gentle show of affection and control. I knew this was rather kinky, but it didn’t put me off, since apparently I leaned that way myself— at least with him, anyway.

After fucking me to a massive orgasm, he fed me his cock, carefully unleashing his load down my throat again. I’d never really tasted cum before, but I was getting seriously addicted.

I sucked every last bit I could off his tasty head. Pulling me close, he snuggled me warmly, planting a sweet kiss on my forehead.

“It seems we fucked our hatred of each other right out of our systems,” he said, laughing.

“We sure did,” I told him.

And I was already wanting to do it again.

Chapter Twelve – Derek

The warmth came first, then the weight. Memory, imperfect as it was, merged with reality in the most Grant Morrison of ways. If not for the tangible proof, I would be at risk of thinking I’d invented the entire scene.

My deepest hopes were made manifest, if only in my mind. I reached out and caressed a hand down Pauline’s supple back, eliciting a sweet sound from my little daring. There was a time I’d be concerned about a myriad of things— not in the least of which was the fact that I couldn’t remember how we’d gotten back to my place the day before.

But none of it seemed to matter much anymore. It had happened and it was right. That was all there was and all we needed. We were going to do it again, likely multiple times, and it was good.

“Again?” Pauline asked, it coming out as a request.

“Of course,” I said, moving closer.

Once she was in my arms, I started to spoon her, my hand exploring the wonderland between her legs, counting myself lucky for the opportunity.

“Oh,” she gasped, as I slipped two fingers inside, basking in her tender warmth.

“Too much?”

“No, I’m okay, try three?”

“Of course.”

With gentle caution, I eased a third finger into her tight little pussy hole. I cozied it in next to the other two, making for a tight but enticing fit.

I gave her a moment and then the adventure continued, her pussy starting to move with me the further along we got, extending our collaboration even further.

“Oh!”

“Getting close?”

She nodded, her vocalizations making it clear enough. I eased up a bit, kissing the back of her neck as she neared the edge. Shepherding her where she needed to be, she started to softly tremble.

With a slight shift, we were aligned, at least as close as it was possible to be with the height difference between us. Making sure she knew it was coming, I stroked the head of my cock against her wet pussy.

Then I eased inside, giving us both what we wanted. Even more into it than she’d been the night before, Pauline started to move with me, making the sensation even more intense as her pussy started to squeeze me even harder.

Her intensity matching mine, her moans got louder and her hip bucks got harder as I started to fuck her in earnest, building up a steady, moderate rhythm. She was beginning to vibrate in her pleasure.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I’m cumming.”

“Good.”

“Did you?” she asked when she was done.

“No.”

“Want me to suck on it?”

“Sure.”

Rolling onto my back, she assumed the position, her ass up near my head, and started to suck, going down so far that she was in danger of deep-throating. I wasn’t quite sure she was ready for that, so I took her hair and fingered her with my other hand lightly stroking her g-spot. The two of us reached our full orgasm in sweet unison.

Taking her to the bathroom after that, I got us both bare and into the shower. Pauline let me touch and move her at will, as I soaped her all over, pulling her foot up on the edge while I deep cleaned her pussy, ending with the involved endeavor of washing her hair, before letting her do the same to me.