Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
"Put me down right now, Crue Blake!"
"Not a chance, Ireland Blake," I say, carrying her backstage. She bounces gently against my shoulder with each step. And then I feel a sharp sting against my ass cheek.
I growl, flipping her upright. "Did you just bite me?"
"Yes," she huffs, shoving her wild hair out of her face. "And I'd do it again, too!"
I back her deep into the corner behind a stack of crates, dragging her legs up around my waist as my dick turns to steel. "Take my cock out, Éire. Now."
She gapes at me for a moment and then jumps into action, scrambling to undo my button and zipper. I slip her panties to the side while she works, parting her slit with one finger. She's already burning hot and soaked. I bet she has been all day.
Fucking hell. This is a bad idea. But I don't even care. Let someone catch us. Let them plaster the news all over the goddamn universe. This wild, carefree little goddess is mine.
Her mouth parts on a moan as she delves her hand into my pants, wrapping around my cock. I grunt, pressing my thumb to her clit as she pulls my dick out.
"Grind that hot little pussy all over me," I order her. "Don't stop until you're soaking me just like you did this morning."
"Crue," she whispers.
"Don't pretend you don't want it, Ireland." I press my lips to her ear. "We both know you chose to sing DTF earlier because you were thinking about this very thing."
"I was," she gasps, stroking her fingers up and down my length in a way that has me ready to come all over her perfect hand.
"So take what you want. It's yours." I drag my teeth down the tendon in the side of her neck before attacking her collarbone with my lips and tongue.
She moans softly, lifting slightly to position herself. My cock glides against her wet cunt, pulling a groan from my lips.
Jesus Christ. How does that feel so fucking good? I haven't even been inside her yet, and I'm already addicted to her heat and juicy cunt.
She grips my shoulders, holding tight as she begins to rock against me. My dick glides back and forth between her lower lips, bumping her clit with every pass.
"Fuck." I sink my teeth into the sensitive skin where her shoulder meets her neck, growling. "You feel so fucking good, Éire. I can't wait until I'm inside you tonight, and you're screaming my name."
"Crue," she whispers. "We have to stop. Oh my gosh. We have to stop."
"Don't you dare."
"I can't be quiet!" She keeps rocking her hips, unable to stop even as she pleads with me. She's desperate to come. She probably has been since we were on stage earlier. Poor little goddess. She wants this. I see it written all over her face. But she doesn't want to get caught.
So I'll make damn sure we don't. If she has fantasies to fulfill, I'll help her live out every damn one. And I'll do whatever it takes to ensure she gets to do so in a way that feels safe for her.
I need her trust if I'm going to win her heart. And I am going to win her heart. There is no other option.
I slip my hand over her mouth to stifle her cries. "Now, no one will hear you when you're creaming all over my cock, Ireland."
Her pupils flare, relief, desire, and gratitude all mixed up together. Her grip on my shoulders tightens. She rocks faster, in a race to get herself there now that she feels safe.
Soft sounds escape her lips, stifled by my hand. Watching her let go is sexy as hell. She grows bolder, allowing herself to get a little louder. Her green eyes are twin pools, reflecting forever back at me.
I hold her gaze, lifting my free hand to pinch her nipple. She shatters with a cry, her honey dripping all over my cock.
I bury my face in her throat, fighting like hell not to come, too. I intend to wear her when I'm on stage tonight. But next time I come, it'll be deep inside her where I belong. And, if I'm really lucky, it'll be when I'm planting my kid in her.
"Crue," she sighs when I pull my hand away from her mouth, drooping in my arms. "Are you really a virgin?"
I lift my gaze to hers, letting her see the truth for herself.
Her eyes widen as she reads it on my face.
"I was saving myself for my one, too," I murmur, brushing the back of my hand down her cheek. "I found her yesterday, Éire."
Chapter Seven
Ireland
The concert is wild, way worse than last night. Even though we're in the front row, it's hard to hear over all the screaming, shouting, and mayhem going on behind us. After having been on the stage today, I have a new appreciation for how it must look from up there.