MARRYING THE ROCKSTAR (#3 ROCKSTAR SERIES)

♪ eleven ♪🔥

"Fuck, Leo," I moaned, watching myself unravel in the mirror.

Leo was behind me, pumping into me, his cock thick and perfect every time it slid inside. "Yeah?"

I clutched my pearls—literally, because I was wearing pearls—as he sent me soaring over the edge, on to another climax. My third or fourth of the day, I believed.

We'd started this hours before, downstairs, as he played a new composition for me on his piano. It was an excerpt from the album he'd finally finished, and that he hoped to share soon with the public.

I knew it was a bad idea to get all roped up in sex with him. That piano had detrimental images attached to it; connotations of a night where he'd fingered me so hard I came all over the bench.

And we had evening plans tonight. Big plans: a charity even Leo was a chairman for, and where he'd be expected to show up on time.

But he insisted on making me listen to the song, his fingers strumming over the keys as I sat next to him. Because of course, I had to sit next to him. To watch his skill, admire the beautiful tunes coming out, played by him.

My admiration led to a kiss. A touch. Another kiss. A deeper kiss. Straps falling, pants dropping, moans echoing within the small room as he spread my legs and got to his knees in front of the bench to lick me until I screamed.

I tried to stop him several times—not because I didn't consent, but because we had little time—but his tongue kept exploring my depths, driving me insane. I dragged my fingers through his hair, pleading for more, for release, all while knowing we had to hurry up.

Oh, we hurried up—upstairs, to our room, where we couldn't detach our lips, couldn't quit touching each other. He followed me into the shower, slid his cock in me as I tried to wash my hair, and I took that cock in my mouth as he tried to get out and dry off.

He'd started it, but the more he gave me, the more I wanted. It was a reprieve from the angry sex session that had put me off; this was more like us. Intense, passionate, but no violence, no anger. Only pure lust and hunger.

I tried to get dressed three times before giving up. He'd been bending me over everything—the bed, the desk, before settling for my vanity, with its fluorescent mirror that highlighted the curves of my breasts and the redness of my swollen pussy.

He kept salivating over my breasts as they jiggled with his every thrust. And he kept touching my pussy, flicking at my clit as he brought me to the edge of another climax.

So there we were, at it again, past the angry-sex blockage and on to moaning each other's names as we came.

"Leo," I said again, knowing I was close.

His fingers, still dipped into my wetness, titillating my clit, accelerated. His thrusts were more profound, meaning he wasn't far off himself. "Yeah, baby, come for me. Let's," he squeezed his eyes shut, "fuck, let's come together."

Seeing him approach his own climax only made mine more intense.

We let it all loose, screaming for one another. I fell forward onto the vanity as he made his final pushes into me, letting out the sexiest final growl that made me want him all over again.

"Enough," I said, snapping at him to get away from me as he backed away and removed the condom. "I need to get ready now, or we'll be late."

"Best reason to be late, baby," he said, sucking on the fingers he'd had inside me moments before. "Hmm, best appetizer. God, you taste so fucking divine."

I chewed on my lower lip, tingles crashing through me. "Shut up! Don't get us started again. Go," I pointed at the bathroom, "you change in there, I'll change out here. Don't touch me again until we're at the event."