Free Unplugged: A Bad Boy Rockstar Romance by Sienna Valentine

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while stroking the rest with her hands, Laurel didn’t show an ounce of
apprehension at the size of the cock in her mouth; in fact, she almost seemed
eager to take it. Worked it like it was a challenge. I ran my hands through her
hair and pushed it out of her face so I could watch my hardness disappear
between her red lips. When she looked up at me with those big, blue eyes, I
almost came right there in her mouth, but that wasn’t how I wanted this to end.
    I wasn’t about to cum until I fucked her again. I
pulled my cock out of her mouth, wet with spit, and brought Laurel to her feet.
In one quick motion I had her bent over the sink again, and made her wait there
while I fished a condom out of my wallet.
    Instead of my cock, first Laurel’s pussy felt my
fingers again. I pumped them hard and fast until she was crying out, and then
swiftly replaced them with my shaft. Laurel’s cry of pleasure echoed against
the kitchen window, and it was erotic music to my ears. In fact, I got off on
the sound so much that I didn’t last long after that, but I didn’t give a fuck.
I slammed my dick into her quickly, and as soon as I felt her pussy squeezing
me as she came, I let my own orgasm loose.
    We panted against each other as our euphoria subsided,
kissing deeply between hard breaths. Laurel’s wet tongue danced in my mouth and
threatened to harden me all over again.
    “Hope you had a good meal today,” I said as I turned
her around to face me and wrapped one hand around her ass. “Because I am
nowhere near finished with you.”
    Laurel smiled, skin bright and flushed. “Promises,
promises,” she said with a smirk. But she could only cry out and laugh when I
picked her up and threw her naked body over my shoulder and took her, playfully
kicking, to the bedroom.
    We fucked twice more before the both of us were
finally ready for a break. She wiggled her sexy ass into the kitchen to gather
us up a couple beers while I carefully rolled a fat joint on a copy of Planet
Guitar magazine that was balanced precariously on the mattress. I was
already leaning back on the bed and puffing smoke into the air when Laurel
returned. She immediately cuddled back up into my side with her beer and took
the joint for a few hits.
    After a few quiet minutes, I realized I didn’t have a
thought in my head. Everything just felt… right. Was this what peace felt like?
    “Is it bad that I didn’t expect you to be so good in
bed?” she asked with a giggle.
    I grinned down at her and pinched her ass. “I would
say yes, but you’re not an idiot. Lots of dudes talk big without being able to
back it up.”
    “You’re not kidding,” she said, glancing at my dick
that was finally getting a rest.
    “You’re dirty,” I said. “I like it.”
    “I’ve always been kind of a perv. I can’t help it.”
    “Are you from Seattle?”
    Laurel shook her head. “Nah, I’m a band photographer.
I’m here for work. I’ve been here before, though. I always did like it up here.
It feels….” She took a deep breath. “It feels homey.”
    “I obviously tend to agree. Where did you grow up?”
    “I was actually born in Texas, and my family moved to
the East Coast when I was just a kid. Did most of my growing up outside of
Boston.”
    “Fuck, now there’s a scene to grow up in,” I groaned
jealously.
    “It was pretty goddamn sweet,” she said with a nod.
    A memory jumped up and I couldn’t stop myself from
sharing. “Oh, man, did you know the band Bleeding Bones? I think they were from
Boston…”
    With wide eyes, Laurel sat up and playfully slapped my
abs. “Shut up. You’ve heard of Bleeding Bones?”
    “I love Bleeding Bones! Their pit was the first
one I ever got seriously injured in!” I turned my right forearm over where she
could see it, and traced the scar line beneath my colorful tattoos. “Compound
fracture, baby. I could not keep the pussy off of me for two weeks after that.”
    Laurel’s fingers followed the line of the