GIO (Interracial Rockstar Romance)

“Gio.” She gripped the sheets in front of her.

“I love when you beg.” I ran my hand up my shaft. Little drops of cum spilled from the tip.

“I’m going to go crazy if you don’t fuck me some more.” She spread her thighs wider apart. “Please.”

“Mmmm.” Instead of pushing into her like she demanded, I rubbed the tip all over her sex.

Trembling, she moaned for me some more. “Please, Gio, please.”

I smiled, happy that she was still as hungry as I was.

“Stop teasing.” She pushed her ass back, trying to get my cock to pierce her. Her sex dripped all over the tip. She pushed back on me again and I couldn’t pull away. I let her pussy suck me into her.

Groaning, I whispered, “I’ll give you the world.”

“You’ve already given it to me.” She rocked back and forth like a slow groove. Her body played me like an instrument. I was supposed to be dominating her, but she controlled the show.

Only her.

She had me. All of me. So quick, so fast. Not just with her pussy, but that had clearly locked the door to my cell—where I’d stay trapped…happily.

I reached over her leg and played with her clit as she moved back and forth over my cock. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“You’re giving it to me now.” Moaning loud, she lowered her shoulders to the bed, lifting her soft ass high into the air. Moonlight bathed that erotic sight. I wished I had a camera to record it all. I never wanted to forget this moment.

My control crumbled. The bed rocked with the rhythm of my pumping. Her pussy was so wet and tight and I was balls deep, spreading her even more open. She creamed all over me. Her face pressed against the sea of blue furs. Her breasts bobbed back and forth with her body.

I ran my palms up her back and shed away the rest of her gown, thrusting harder, taking everything I yearned for.

“Come for me,” she shrieked as an orgasm hit her.

All my body could do was listen to her order. The tip throbbed as it spilled semen into her, a final release of all the pent-up desire I’d had for her since she’d arrived.

Panting, I slipped out of her, inch by inch, not wanting to leave her, but knowing I should let her body rest a little before taking her again. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of Simone.

“Damn, princess.” I crashed onto the bed and tenderly guided her to lay her head on my chest. She did as she struggled to catch her breath.

“I hope you don’t think I’ll ever let you leave this room.” I wrapped my arms around her.

She pressed her face against my chest and closed her eyes. “I guess we’ll have to move the studio in here.”

“I guess so.” I couldn’t even think of letting her go as I kissed her forehead and caressed her shoulders. “Get some rest. I love listening to you moan. I plan on having you moan some more. We should make it a song.”

With her eyes still closed, she giggled.

“I’m serious.”

“I’m almost willing to explore that idea,” she said. “In fact, I’m willing to explore...anything with you.”

I leaned my head down and looked at her. “Good. Because after tonight, I want you to be more than just my songwriter. I don’t have a title. This is new to me. But we should figure it out, eventually.”

She opened her eyes and bit her bottom lip. “We’ll...just have to take our time.”

“That’s me.” I laughed, gesturing to the wet mess, ripped gown, and disheveled fur blankets all over the bed. “As you can see, I’m all about taking my time.”

She shook her head. “Fuck it.”

“Fuck it. Indeed, princess. Just let this flow.”

“Let it flow?”

I touched her chin and lifted her view to me. “Never question this.”

Silence hung between us.

“Never doubt this,” I whispered. “We got caught up. Let’s see where this goes without any doubts or fears.”

“I’ll try.”

“I’m not like these other guys in the industry.”

She looked away. I gently brought her view back to me. “I’m not. I’ll be there for you and I won’t expect anything in return, not even this sweet pussy, if you don’t want to give it to me.”

She grinned.

“I’ll take that as you agreeing to never keep it from me.”

“Maybe.”

“I thought I fucked that word out of your mouth.”

“Not yet.” She stuck her tongue out.

“Then I have more to do tonight.”

Raising her head from my chest, she batted her eyes and gave me a wicked grin. “Maybe.”

“Damn you.”

She laughed.

“I am serious, though.”

She leaned her head back on my chest. “You’re serious about fucking the word maybe out of my mouth?”

“Well, that too, but I’m also serious about us exploring something.” I sighed. “I respect your dreams. I’ll help you get there if you want it. But...”