“You’re really good at this,” I praised, wanting him to know he was the biggest tease and still pleased me too. “I want you inside me.”
A low chuckle met my ears as he flicked over my clit once. I curved, my back leaving the mattress as his amusement filled the room.
His tongue surrounded my clit as it throbbed. The heat of his mouth had me squirming beneath him. “I can’t take it anymore,” I groaned, feeling my orgasm so close without much teasing at all.
He let go of me, his palms sliding up my spread thighs to press them down into the bed. “You can take all of me, little demon. And when I’m done draining you of all your cum, I’m going to fuck you so when I’m performing tonight, I can think of only how you taste.”
The sad sound of my whimper echoed and he dove back in. He was relentless with his tongue, flattening against me, attacking me with precise, direct circles around my clit. When his fingers entered me, I cried out, nearing my release.
Hooking his fingers upward, he hit my g-spot over and over, eating me out without remorse at the same time.
“Come for me, little demon, let me have your mess.”
And I did.
I screamed as he continued the swirling pressure over my swollen flesh, sucking and flicking until I shook with pleasure.
After he stopped, he took no time to rise onto the bed, the mattress dipping as his knees pressed in. The head of his cock prodded at my opening, sliding up and down, but he didn’t enter me.
“Fuck, I want to fill you up,” he groaned. “But if I do, I won’t be able to make a mess of you like you have of my face.”
“Pretty please,” I whined, wanting to feel him stretch me to the brink while his piercings rubbed my g-spot.
“Maybe just a fuck or two, a couple thrusts. Then I’ll pull out?” he questioned, like he wanted to convince himself. Using the lips of my pussy, he rubbed his length eagerly across my sensitive clit, making me jolt with each pass. “When I come all over you tonight, you’re going to let it dry, and I want it visible while you’re in the crowd.”
He thrust between my thighs, still hovering, using my cum as his own personal lube. “Then, when everyone sees you, they’ll know you’re a dirty little whore for your nephew. My dried cum will be all crusty and they’ll wonder why you have patches of it on you.”
I whimpered, thinking of how humiliating it’d be to have his cum all over me, knowing they’d just have to ask and watch as I turned fucking red.
“Would you like that, little demon?” he hedged. “Your cheeks sure are getting red.”
I groaned as his piercing hit my clit once more, my body soaring from a rushed and oversensitized orgasm.
“They’d know you’re mine,” he crooned, the possessiveness in every hiss of his words. He lowered his cock, teasing my entrance. “Or maybe I should fuck your little ass, press into it, leave such a gaping hole you’d walk all crooked.”
His voice deepened at that, like the thought alone was too perfect. “Not my ass,” I begged, not entirely meaning it. I’d done butt stuff to myself, used an anal vibrator that stimulates rimming, but I’d never done anal with a dick.
“Oh, that flush across your chest tells me otherwise,” he taunted, the heat of his words making me squirm. “Yeah, I think you like the idea of my fat cock inside you.”
“It’s too big,” I voiced aloud, not lying. He’d wreck me without proper preparation, and the idea of making it last longer, over days, while he stretched and licked me, it was too tempting.
“My cock might be big, but your little ass can take it like the good little whore you are,” he praised. His body rose from me, and his hands gripped my knees, stretching them above my chest so they rested near my ears. “Fuck, you’re so bendy, all spread out for me. You’re making a puddle on the bed.”
I squirmed, thinking of the staff who had to clean up and take care of the bedding. He held my legs and before long, he thrust inside of my pussy.
“Shit, you’re so perfect.” His voice haunted me in the best way, I was wound so tight, I knew he’d make me come again if he only touched my clit. Bucking his hips, his balls slapped me. I loved the feel of his piercings inside me, applying the most perfect pressure where it counted.
“Come inside me, Madden.” He paused his movement.
“Say my name again,” he demanded, his tone dark. “Say my fucking name, Andy.”
“Madden,” I moaned as he thrust hard. “Madden, Madden, Madden, Madden,” I screamed as he continued his hard pace. “Come inside me.”
He held my thighs, his punishing grip digging into me. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” he rushed out, his voice heady with lust. “Your cunt is too good, baby.”
With his one hand dropping my leg and reaching for my clit, I hissed out my release and felt his chase mine.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.” His praise had me near purring, a feeling I’d never experienced after sex. My skin felt like fire, my wrists abraded and raw, but I couldn’t hold back the contented feeling he brought me.
He pulled out, his release oozing out of me in hot bursts. “You look so good leaking my cum,” he praised. “My little whore.”
His.
Definitely his.
He leaned down, the bed dipping, and before I could ask, he laid a kiss across my clit before sliding his cum back inside me. “I’m going to put a fucking baby in you, Andy. I’m going to fuck you until you’re pregnant.”
I wished I could see his expression and touch him. Not once did children sound appealing but he changed that with his penchant for fucking one into me.
The bed moved, then a moment later, I heard the snip before my wrists were able to move. Then he removed my blindfold, his face flushed and red. He smiled in such a boyish way and I stared at the droplets of sweat across his chest that trailed downward.
There wasn’t anything I wanted more than to lick it off him right now. “You were so good for me.”
I watched as his glazed eyes scanned me. He leaned down, kissing my sore wrists, then rubbed them gently.
“Will you hold me?” I asked, knowing it was a big deal. He nodded immediately, and I scooted to make room for him.
Turning to my side, he pulled me to his chest and before long, my eyes were closing of their own accord.
Chapter Forty-Four
Every Time You Leave – I Prevail
Madden
“You’re fired,” I immediately said as soon as I entered the back stage where setup was later that night. Candy stared at me; shock evident on her face.
“Dude, whoa,” Stony said first.
“Wait, what the hell?” Memphis said right after.
Ironically, Carrig wasn’t nearby. Candy straightened her shoulders, glaring daggers my way. “You can’t fire me, part of my contract—”
“I don’t fucking care what the penalty is, you’re gone.”
“Let’s talk about this first,” Stony attempted. “We’re about to do our last show before heading back to the US. We can't fire her right now.”
I shook my head, thinking of how upset Andy was after we got home from the sex club. She told me about how Candy fucked her over. Knowing nothing would come between us, not even an obsessive fucking manager, I decided then and there, she was gone.