GIO (Interracial Rockstar Romance)

“I have a lot on my mind.” I shouldn’t have, but I lay back down and turned to her. “Why can’t you sleep?”

She inched closer to me, some of her face shown in the moonlight. “It’s...”

I whispered, “What?”

“It’s...hard to sleep when you’re so close.”

Be careful, princess. I’m barely maintaining any control. I need your legs spread open.

I didn’t want to ask, but I did want to make sure she was comfortable. “Do you want me back in the chair?”

“No. I like you next to me.”

“Hmmm.” I tossed her a wicked grin. “Yet, I make it hard for you to go to sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Because I’m so fucking hot,” I joked.

And she surprised me. “Yes, again, because you’re so fucking hot.”

I held the groan in that threatened to escape my throat. It took all my energy. When I was finally able to respond, all I could say was, “I’m having the same problem.”

“I know.”

Skeptical, I chuckled. “You know?”

“I can see that you’re having a problem.”

“Hmmm. And what do you see, princess?”

She formed her mouth into a sexy curve. “I see that you’re...hard.”

I grunted. Silence merged between us. Heat spread over me. And then she broke the quiet with a low plead.

“Gio.”

“Mmmm.” Heat blazed up my body. “What do you want, princess?”

“Maybe, we can...”

A low chuckle left me, dripping with hunger. “Maybe?”

I felt the blanket shift in front of me as she moved closer. It was too slow for me. I needed her. Bad. I reached out, gently grabbed her wrist, and pulled her closer. “What do you want, princess?”

She gasped.

“That wasn’t an answer.” I brushed my lips against hers.

“I want you.”

There was barely any space between us. I nipped at her bottom lip. “Will you beg for me, princess?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Her moan broke my control. All restraint left me. I tore those furry blankets away from her lovely body. Moonlight decorated her thin gown and curvy legs. With how beautiful her chocolate tone glowed within the light, I could spend all day licking and lapping.

I slipped my gaze up her body—from her cute toes to the outline of her legs, the curve of hips, the fullness of her breasts as hard nipples poked the fabric.

“Simone. Simone.”

The gown hung off one shoulder and exposed her collarbone. I dove for that sweet space like a vampire hungry for a virgin maiden’s blood. I drew my arms around her, kissing that collarbone, and breathing her lush sweetness in.

She shivered against me. “Gio.”

“I love when you say my name. Did you know that?”

“No.” She trembled as I left a trail of kisses along the curve of her neck.

I kissed her lips. “You told me ‘maybe’ tonight. You’re not allowed to say that word anymore.”

She smiled. “I thought I could wait until we finished our songs. I was trying to be professional.”

“There’s too much heat blazing between us to wait.” With her so close, I swore I could smell her arousal. My mouth watered at the possibility of her pussy being so wet and ready for me. Did her juices soak her panties and coat her thighs?

I grunted again. “With me, you should never wait or hold yourself back.”

She licked her lips and turned her gaze to my cock pushing through my pants.

“Whatever you want, take it.” I gently took her hand and moved it to the front of my pants. “Whatever is mine, just ask, princess.”

Her breathing shifted to panting. She moved her hand forward, unzipped my pants like she’d been thinking of doing it all night, and she freed my cock.

I slid my hands down and gripped her hips hard. “Sing to me.”

“Sing?”

“Please.”

“Gio—

“Please.” Did she have any idea that I never begged, I never asked, I never said please in my bed? I took. I fucked. I dominated. And when I was finished, I expected the woman to leave on her own accord as I went to sleep.

She’s changing me.

I kissed each cheek and whispered, “Sing for me.”

“Give it to me, baby.” She touched my cock with her fingertips.

Fuck.

Cum threatened to spill from the tip. With just that little touch and her voice, I was close to coming all over her.

“More, princess.”

“I would melt with you, I would burn for you.”

Grunting, I tore off her gown. She gasped as those full breasts spilled out of the ripped opening. And then I went crazy, burying my face between those soft pillows. She must’ve known all the power she had over me because she shoved me deeper over the edge.

“Take me to the sky, I would fly with you,” she sang, and I trembled against her, sucking on each nipple and then lapping each point. “Get high with you.”

An urge ripped through my soul. I wanted to wear out her sweet, young pussy. Make it mine. Make her all mine. Paint her with my cum, my kisses. Reshape that wet sex with my cock, my tongue. Make her sing out notes she’d never reached with just a microphone.