Hard as Rock (The Rock Star's Seduction 3)

Soft, hot flesh pressed against my mouth, and I felt his pre-cum dab wetly at my skin. I licked my lips; it tasted slightly salty.

The best part of it, though, was his reaction.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, as though he’d just seen the 8th Wonder of the World.

I liked that.

Derek had been so demanding about getting a blowjob, like he’d deserved one.

Ryan… Ryan sounded appreciative of just that one little touch.

Really

appreciative.

I decided to give him a little more.

I bent my head at an angle and kissed the little ridge of skin beneath his head.

“Oh my

god,

” he whispered again, even more intense than the first time.

Damn

that turned me on.

It’s nice to be appreciated.

I started kissing him all the way down his shaft, light little kisses – and was rewarded with a flurry of

oh my god’

s, which turned me on even more.

So I started to lick.

He

definitely

liked THAT.

“oh my god oh my god oh my god,” he whispered repeatedly, like he was having some kind of religious experience.

My mouth moved wet and hot along his skin… long strokes with the flat of my tongue, followed by tiny licks with the tip.

For the first time ever, I was enjoying going down on a guy.

I was even getting really turned on by it… so much so that I took the tip of his head into my lips and played my tongue along the ridge of skin beneath.

“Oh my GOD!” he cried out, like he’d just seen some sort of Heavenly Light.

Which sealed it for me.

I gently opened my mouth and took his head all the way inside me… and then went down a couple more inches. He was definitely thick. I had to be careful not to brush my teeth against his sensitive skin.

He was basically reduced to a quivering, trembling mess as I slowly worked my way up, then back down his shaft, never taking more than I wanted, but enjoying every single inch that I took. I enjoyed the salty tang of his pre-cum as I smelled the musk of his body, his sweat, his desire – and then I couldn’t take anymore. What my tongue was enjoying, I wanted to feel inside my pussy.

I pulled my mouth away with a wet pop and looked up at him.

The look of gratitude he gave me was so intense, I couldn’t do anything but smile.

“I really enjoyed that… but I need you inside me now,” I whispered.

“…okay,” he said, wide-eyed and amazed, and then quickly ripped open one of the condom packets.

I played with his balls, cupping them, tickling them as he unrolled the condom over his cock. As soon as he was covered, I lay down on the bed and beckoned to him with my eyes and open legs.

He got on the mattress and positioned himself above me, his long legs between mine. I watched as his cock paused in the air just inches above my pussy.

“Is your ankle okay?” he whispered.

“Uh-huh,” I said, unable to take my eyes off his cock. Only when he slowly lowered his body and I could feel the tip against my lips did I look into his eyes.

He cupped my face tenderly in his hands and stared into my eyes as I felt him slowly enter me.

Oh my God.

I tried to stay with him, but my eyes rolled back in my head at the pleasure spreading through my pussy. After weeks of having sex at least twice a day, I had gone a month without… and because of all my depression and sadness, I hadn’t masturbated once. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I felt Ryan enter me, thick and hard and full.

I moaned and gripped his back as he slid all the way inside me. I felt his mouth on mine, and I opened my lips to his tongue. As he rocked in and out of me, I wrapped my legs around his calves and thrust my pelvis against his.

He started kissing my ear, nibbling the earlobe. I moaned louder and clutched at his ass as he drove himself inside me over and over. I could feel my orgasm building, the honey sweetness cresting, and suddenly I was crying out – and then he was crying out, too. Amidst all my contractions, I felt his cock pulse inside me, throbbing, and I clawed at his back and tried to pull him as deep inside me as I could.

Within ten seconds, he stopped moving and collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy. I just lay there, my eyes closed, feeling the final sweet aftershocks of orgasm as I held him there inside me, not wanting to let go.

He finally propped himself up on his elbows and gazed into my eyes. He smiled and whispered, “Thank you,” and kissed me long and deep as I ran my fingers through his damp, tousled hair.