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

“Please,” he groaned. “Please… I want you to fuck my cock.”

Oh my GOD.

All of Derek’s dirty talk had never turned me on as much as hearing this altar boy begging me to do bad things to him.

As a reward, I started slowly moving up and down his shaft again, feeling his slick thickness fill me up inch by inch.

“With what part of my body?” I whispered, wanting him to say it.

He lay there, his eyes closed, looking like he was about to die a very happy death.

Not gonna happen, buster.

I stopped moving again.

“Oh, come on!” he cried out.

“With what part of my body?” I insisted.

“With your…”

He looked into my eyes, helpless and embarrassed. I nodded helpfully, smiling mockingly, prodding him along.

“I want you to fuck my cock with your pussy,” he finally blurted out, his cheeks blushing red.

“That’s good,” I whispered, and I began to slide up and down on him again. “Because I

want

to fuck your big, thick cock with my pussy.”

Holy SHIT.

It was turning

me

on even more to be the one doing the dirty talk.

I felt like a bad girl. Like a strong, ‘fuck all y’all, I take what I want’ Bad Girl. Talking to him like this – seeing his embarrassment, but making him say it, and then saying it back to him – seemed transgressive and wrong, but oh so hot.

He groaned as soon as I said it, and grabbed onto my breasts and began kneading them, slightly pinching the nipples.

“Say it again,” I whispered as I plunged down on him, all the way to his base, over and over again.

“Fuck my cock with your pussy,” he whispered as he squeezed my breasts.

“Louder,” I ordered, my own voice starting to pitch higher as my excitement rose.

“Fuck my cock with your pussy,” he said, louder – but not loud enough.

“I can’t hear you!”

Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled me down to look me in the eyes. “Fuck my big, thick cock with your gorgeous pussy,” he ordered, his eyes wild, his voice possessed.

That sudden change sent me over the edge.

I cried out as I stared at him. As I started to come, I stopped moving – which I guess was too much for him, because suddenly he was bucking up underneath me, his hips rising to meet my ass, slapping against me as he drove that gorgeous prick deep inside me.

I screamed and moaned, and he started bellowing, “Oh my God, I’m going to come, Kaitlyn, I’m going to come – ”

“Come inside me! Come inside me!” I cried out.

Every muscle in his body tensed, and he looked like he was in enormous pain – and then he was groaning, and I felt his cock expanding, throbbing, bursting inside me, which only drove my own orgasm higher.

I collapsed on his heaving chest, feeling his cock between my wet lips, enjoying the little aftershocks as he pulsed inside my pussy.

“I like it when you talk dirty to me,” I sighed contentedly.

“Yeah… we’re going to have to do that a lot more often,” he panted.

53

So began a period of utter happiness and domestic bliss.

Our mornings were leisurely and spent doing naughty things between the sheets. Breakfast in bed or naked in the kitchen, it didn’t matter – there was a fair amount of both.

We took horseback rides in the afternoons. I refused to go back into the hills for several days after the cougar, but Ryan offered to take along a rifle. After making him prove his marksmanship against a dozen tin cans lined up on a pine fence, I finally consented… and we never saw hide nor hair of the mountain lion again. Ryan joked that it was a variation on the ‘if you have an umbrella with you, it never rains’ law. So I made sure we never left home without an ‘umbrella.’

There were also occasional trips into town, but the rest of the time I spent working my way through the library of paperbacks while Ryan did his thing in the studio. I would occasionally surprise him by walking in completely naked. He didn’t get much work done on those afternoons.

Evenings consisted of dinner with the MacCruders, or by ourselves in the main house. After that there would be music on the piano or guitar, perhaps some stargazing, and wine.

And kissing.

And sometimes OMing.