Page 72 of Chronicles of a Rockin' Mess

You are my everything.

She stopsand stares at me.

“That’s good, Lark. Really good,” I say to her. Her lyrics haunt me. She’s blushing, and I’m not sure if it’s from the personal nature of what she’s just said, or if she’s shy about playing in front of me. I hope it’s the former. I hope all those lyrics mean what I think they mean.

“It’s just a start…” She trails off as she taps her pen again. “Would you…sing it with me?”

“A duet?” I ask. She nods and smiles shyly.

“I’d be honored,” I admit.

Twenty minutes later, we flush out the vocals, and we start recording. Two hours later, I think we are onto something.

“This is a hit,” I say to her.

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know about that,” she says.

“This is some good shit.” And I mean that. She has songwriting talent. Why didn’t I know this?

“Do you write music a lot?” I ask her. She shrugs. So, that’s a yes.

“Can I see more your stuff?” I ask her. Her face flushes.

“I…it’s sort of personal,” she says as her face turns an even darker shade of pink.

“Well, I would like to, when you feel you can trust me,” I say to her. She nods as I play back our song one last time.

“We sound good,” she admits.

“Little birdie, we sound amazing,” I tell her as I pull her onto my lap. She giggles and throws her head back as I nip at her neck. The raging hard-on that I’ve fought for the past day is back within seconds.

She squirms on my lap, and I grab her hips. Her eyes fly to mine, the innocence leaving them as she sees my desire.

“Does my rock star have a problem?” she asks coyly as she grinds against my cock, her eyebrow raised.

“Fuck,” I say slowly.

“You want to fuck?” she asks as she grips my biceps and grinds harder.

“Don’t tease the wild animal,” I scold through gritted teeth as I grip her hair in one hand and pull her head to the side so that I can lick her neck. She emits a whimper. I pull her shirt up over her head. Her breasts are right in front of my face. I nuzzle them, biting and sucking on the tops that spill over her bra. She pushes them against my lips, and I trail wet kisses down to her nipples. I suck the erect buds into my mouth through the fabric, one after the other. The moans escaping her are making me frenzied in my need for her.

I pull her up between my legs and make haste of removing her jeans and panties. She stands there like a goddess in her lacy black bra. I lean forward and trail kisses across the pale skin of her abdomen. I can feel her muscles clench beneath my touch. I reach around and unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor as I caress the underside of one breast. Her breasts are so perfect, real and supple and perfect. I give each erect nipple the attention it deserves. She bends forward, and I feel her unbuttoning my jeans. She pulls my dick free and runs her hand up and down it. I shiver in pleasure. I reach between her legs, testing her readiness. I can feel how wet she is before I even part her inner folds. I slide a finger from her clit to her entrance and slowly push it inside her.

“Fuck, you are tight,” I groan as I move my finger in and out of her.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers as she bucks against my hand.

“Come here,” I say to her as I pull her onto my lap. She’s about to try to sink onto my cock, but I stop her. She looks down at me in confusion.

“You’re not ready for me yet, baby bird,” I explain as I move her legs up and onto the arms of the chair so that her wet pussy is staring me in the face. “Grip the back of the chair,” I command. She leans over my head, and I feel her breasts against my scalp as she curves around me. And just like that, I’m in heaven as I press a kiss to her inner thigh and then her clit.

“Lincoln!” she cries out when I suck her clit into my mouth and lash it with my tongue, while my fingers work in and out of her. I keep going until I feel her spasming around my fingers and her juices flow down onto my tongue and my hand. I help her down onto my lap before I line up with her entrance and impale her. She cries out again, throwing her head back in ecstasy, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

It takes several thrusts before I fully seat myself inside her tight pussy. And when I do, I stop moving for a moment. Her eyes fly open, and she looks down at me.

“What?” she breathes.

“You are so fucking hot, Lark,” I say to her as I pull her head down to me so I can kiss her. As our tongues mingle, she begins to move. I place one hand on her hip, directing her body against mine. I can feel every inch of her as I pull nearly out of her and then back inside, over and over. The feeling of the cold air hitting my dick followed by the intense heat of her channel as I plow into her is electrifying. Our bodies move in perfect synchronization. We are one.

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