Rock Harder: Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies

After getting me to the peak of my joy, nearly making me collapse onto the bed, he started to work me again, circling my vulva with his fingertips, before slipping two in.

I was more than prepared from when he’d fucked me before, but this time it felt even more amazing.

“I love to look at your beautiful curves while I play with your body,” he told me, as he reached towards my breast and played with my nipples in between his fingers. “Fucking you like this is so amazing.”

“Mmm,” was all I could get out, because he was making me feel so good.

I was so close to cumming again and I looked into his eyes while he played with me.

“Oh, Stig,” I moaned, as he brought me right up to edge.

He finished me off by fingering my pussy and my nipples at the same time, causing a sweet sensation to ripple through me as I came again, before sliding himself inside me and filling me up with his warmth once more.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “I love being in your pussy.”

Taking me gently by the hips, he started to pump, again taking it easy on me, before going a bit harder. He kept building up until he was literally pounding me, as we moved together perfectly. It didn’t even hurt this time, and I just went with it, happily.

After I had cum a lot, I decided to repay the favor.

“I want to suck your cock,” I told him.

“I won’t say no to that!” he quickly responded.

Helping me get back up into a sitting position, Stig fed me his cock. I wrapped my lips around his softly throbbing shaft and did my best to give him even a fraction of the pleasure he’d given me.

Stroking my hair, he urged me on, with his low, growly voice saying, “Good girl, fuck yeah,” over and over.

I loved feeling his big cock pulse and throb in my mouth. I tried to fit it all the way down my throat but whenever I started gagging, he pulled out slightly.

He held out longer than I thought he might, finally filling my mouth with his cum as he groaned my name. Within minutes, his cock was back to being hard again.

Stig took my shoulders and lay me on my side. Bending my knees up to my chest, he literally fucked me sideways, causing all sorts of new and interesting sensations inside me, particularly along my g-spot.

“This is so hot,” he said, in response to my elated moans. “I love it.”

“Y-yes,” I managed, “please, don’t s-s-stop.”

“Harder?”

“Yes, please! Harder.”

Picking up the pace, he fucked me until I thought I might explode with pleasure as I experienced a massive orgasm. I almost felt bad that our orgasm count was so uneven, but I loved cumming over and over like that.

Speaking of the devil, it struck again. The low-level tremor, ricocheting through me, was relentless and unstoppable— not that I would ever want it to stop. Waiting for me to finish, Stig pulled out and massaged me, only increasing my pleasure.

After giving me a chance to rest, Stig went back in for more, on his back this time, as I got up and tried to straddle him.

“Careful,” he said, taking my hips as I wavered, “put your weight a bit lower.”

I followed his suggestion, also putting my hands flat on his chest. With his own hands still on my hips for guidance and support, I started to move, soon finding a good balance as I caressed myself along his shaft, his wide girth grinding up against my clit.

I couldn’t go too fast, partly for fear of falling off, but it was wonderful just the same. My spirit seemed to leave my body and look down at us in a third person point of view.

He held me close, his cock still deep inside me, our bodies pressed together like they were meant to fit. He hadn’t cum again yet, his level of self-control absolutely amazing.

I leaned closer to him and kissed him. He returned it hungrily.

“What was that for?” he asked, when I finally broke off the kiss.

“Just being you.”

“Thanks! Ready for more?”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

Holding me fast, Stig stood up. On instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms arout his neck. With surprising strength, Stig held me to him. His hands went under my butt, to hold me in place.

Kissing my cheek, he glided me along his shaft in what felt like zero gravity. My body was suspended above the floor.

When I got used to it, he went a little faster, pounding deep up inside me as I moaned into his neck, only getting louder when the orgasm hit, pouncing out of nowhere like a thing in the darkness.

“Again?” he asked, as if reading my mind.

“Once more.”

“Of course.”

Standing up, he carried me to one side of the room. Soft carpet came up under my bare feet as I returned to solid ground. He turned me around, bending me over at the waist, with my palms pressed up against the cool plaster.