Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 144042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 720(@200wpm)___ 576(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 720(@200wpm)___ 576(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
Her joy flows into me and feeds the music. I’ve had this heady rush many times, performing for thousands and hearing them scream for me. But this is something more. I didn’t know those people; they were faceless masses. Stella is my everything. To perform for her is a gift I never knew I wanted or needed.
The song ends and blends into another. For the first time, I play her my songs, sing my lyrics, sticking to the fast-paced ones so she can keep dancing. When I get to “Apathy,” she whirls around, singing along off-key and with her entire heart. She’s still wearing the blue dress she put on for dinner and the skirt flows around her thighs, flipping up here and there to show teasing glimpses of her pink panties.
I’ve had bras thrown my way, women flash me at concerts. None of that motivated me as much as hoping to catch another peek of Stella’s sweet butt.
She sways her hips—those rounded hips I fell for the moment she stole a kiss and changed my world—when our eyes meet. My fingers trip over the strings, my voice fading. Somehow, we both stop at the same time. Stella’s breasts rise and fall with each panting breath.
My body hums, sweat slick on my skin. She’s flushed pink, dampness making her hair darker along her temples. The tip of her tongue flicks out to lick her lower lip. That’s all it takes to make me hard. Not breaking eye contact, I slip the guitar strap over my head and slowly lower my Strat to its stand.
Stella’s gaze goes hot and hazy. “Take the shirt off.”
My abs clench with sweet pain, as I reach behind my head and grab a handful of shirt before pulling it off. She sways as if I’ve made her weak-kneed and agitated. Heat flares over my skin, my breath growing faster.
It halts altogether when Stella slips her dress off her shoulders and shimmies it to the floor. Her bra flies free next. I groan low and deep at the sight of those rosy nipples all tight and needy.
Her voice is thick with demand. “Get over here, Jax Blackwood.”
In this moment, I am Jax, and he wants to play. Hopping off the stage, I come for her. The satin of her skin slides against my bare chest as I grab hold of her peachy ass and haul her up in my arms. Her mouth is hot and open, her strong thighs clenched around my waist. I feel her kiss behind my knees, around the tip of my cock, which wants in.
Everything gets a bit frenzied. We find the sofa, falling back onto the cool leather, Stella’s soft body on top of mine. I need her. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth. She is air and water and life. I wrap my arms around her slim back and tug her closer even as she’s sliding her tongue deeper, tasting me with impatient licks.
Her little silk panties tear under my grip, and I groan at the wet slide of her sex on my lower abs. Stella reaches between us and yanks at the button of my jeans, then I’m lifting my hips, both of us wriggling to get me free. Her mouth, though, I can’t leave her juicy mouth. Pure lust shoots hot and wild down my spine as she finally, finally, grips my cock.
And then she’s sinking down, gripping me so hot, wet, and tight with her little cunny. I thrust up, bouncing her on my hips, and she undulates, working me how she wants, using me for her pleasure. I love it, love the way her sweet tips jiggle and sway, the plump firmness of her ass in my hands.
She works me faster and faster, her hips snapping. She arches her back, tilting her head to the side, her eyes closed as she concentrates. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
As though she can hear my thoughts, her eyes open and meet mine. Soft lips part as she leans down, wrapping herself around me. I capture those lips and kiss her like I’m dying. We’re moving with disjointed jerks and thrusts, all sensation and no finesse. She feels so good, so slick and hot. I’m not going to last.
“Are you close?” I pant into her mouth. “Tell me what you need.”
But she only moans, her brows furrowing as she grinds on my cock. With a hand that shakes, I fumble in between us and press my thumb on her swollen clit—hard, just the way she likes it—and she detonates, wailing, her body going loose and helpless. Stella falls into her orgasm, letting it take her, leaving me to handle her body with perfect trust.
The sight of her undone, the rhythmic pulse of her clenching around my cock, has me coming so hard, I forget where I am, who I am. There is only pleasure, and Stella. Always Stella.