Free The Rock Star and the Girl From the Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure by Terry Towers Page B

steady motions, building her desire slowly. With each inward thrust his balls slapped softly against her wet pussy, teasing her swollen clit.
    “You’re coming with me.”
    The deep, strained sound of his voice spiked her arousal, making her pussy quiver and burn with her need for him. She wasn’t sure if it was meant to be a question or statement of fact; she assumed it was the latter. Placing a hand between her legs, she began to roll and pinch her clit between her fingers as she rocked back against him, matching his pace.
    The combination of his shaft moving in her and her own stimulation of her clit
    quickly brought her to her breaking point. She could feel his body begin to tense behind her and his dick swell and throb as he thrust. He was close, as close as she was. Wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through her and she found herself moaning and crying out, and not giving a damn whether the neighbours saw or not.
    Flexing her muscles around his shaft, she found herself at the edge of her desire.
    Seconds away. She attempted to hold back, waiting for him. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold herself back another second, his fingers dug tightly into her sides and with a final forceful thrust, he slammed into her and exploded.
    “Oh fuck baby. Fuck!”
    The feel of his warm cum gushing into her, beating against the walls of her needy pussy sent her spiralling over the edge of her desire. She screamed out, sure she’d be heard by the neighbours and not caring at that point. Her juices quickly greeted his cum, mixing within her.
    She sighed as her body suddenly felt weak, but also so, so satisfied.
    She slowly opened her eyes and screamed as she pulled away from Bo and sank down into the pool.
    “Wh-what? Hanna?” Bo looked down at her as he straightened, but he answered his own question when his eyes spotted what she had. “Son of a bitch!”
    Roughly twenty feet away from them was a photographer, peeping through the only crack in the fence. The camera was pulled away from the crack in the fence and the man stood, then began to run.
    Bo jolted into action, racing from the pool, with Hanna on his heels.
    “Bo!” She grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks as he opened the back door to the house.
    “What, Hanna?”
    “Let him go. He’s gone by now, I’m sure, and you can’t exactly go running onto the street chasing him naked, can you?”
    Bo flushed as he looked down at himself, his glorious body gleaming with droplets of water that slithered down the contours of muscle. “Shit.” He thrust a hand into his hair in frustration. “You’re right. It’ll only make it worse.”
    She nodded as she released his arm and hurried over to their pile of clothing. “Let’s just get outta here before the news trucks get here.”
    “Yeah. Shit!”
    Hanna didn’t even want to think about what the headlines would read tomorrow, her naked body exposed for the world to see… She shuddered at the thought.

Chapter 9
    “Well, at least it’s not in any of the papers or online yet.”
    Bo sat back on the sofa and sighed. He looked over at Hanna, who was sitting next to him, her laptop sitting in her lap, and scouring articles looking for either of the two soon-to-be-infamous photos. She’d found nothing. She was taking it all surprisingly well.
    Maybe she was just getting used to it, or maybe holding it in. He didn’t know which.
    “But don’t get your hopes up. Chances are he’s taking bids from the papers, looking to sell it to the highest bidder. If he was the one that took the pictures of me with both you and Nadine he’ll be able to fetch a pretty penny for them if he holds off a few days.”
    The press was going to have a field day with those pictures. He had no doubt about that. Two days ago a picture of him getting too cosy with Nadine and then yesterday him and Hanna fucking in a pool. Oh yeah, the headlines would be priceless and he really didn’t want Hanna around when the story broke.
    “Hey,