Free My Rock #3 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #3) by Alycia Taylor

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as deeply as he would go inside of my mouth and down into my throat, my hand
slipped down between my legs and my fingers made contact with my clit.
    “Oh fuck yeah, Elly! Oh fuck! Where the fuck did you
come from? That’s it baby rub that clit while you suck me…oh god yes!”
    Once again, the sound of his voice urged me on and I took my clit between my thumb and forefinger and
squeezed it until it had lost some of its blood and was no longer too sensitive
to touch. Finally, I was able to start stroking myself
again, and I stroked my clit with the same slow steady rhythm that my mouth
engulfed his cock. I continued like that for a long
time, and then I finally pulled it out to rest my lips. When I did, I rose up higher on my knees and took his cock tightly in my fist and
stroked it against my chest. I allowed the head of it
to trace around my nipples; Tristan moaned his consent.
    I was still rubbing my clit as I moved his cock back and forth from one breast to
the other feeling another orgasm building up inside of me. He was writhing
against the desk and moaning and I wanted him to cum
before I came again. I increased the pressure of my
hand around his cock and began to stroke faster as he thrust his hips in and
out more quickly. I felt him stiffen even more and,
once again, I engulfed him into my mouth. I started
using longer, slower strokes with my tongue as I held my lips tighter around
him. My fingers still fondled and caressed my clit,
keeping pace with my mouth.
    He suddenly let out a moan that could
be called nothing less than blissful and the volcano began to erupt into
my mouth. The first gush covered my tongue; I paused
my sucking in order to savor it. I swirled it around
in my mouth, covering his cock in his own warm, thick liquid. Then I swallowed it and I stroked my clit even harder as I
resumed sucking him, not letting even a drop of him dribble out. He let go of
another spurt and as that one was sliding down my throat, he let go of another.
    He was moaning loudly by the time he finished cumming , and I could feel the
orgasm building higher in my own body as I rubbed my clit harder and faster. I continued sucking on him until there was nothing left and
I felt the force of my own orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I let his cock slip out from between my lips. He reached
down with shaky hands and pinched my nipples as the
orgasm ripped through me. When I finally stopped
moaning and shaking, he reached down and drew me up to him, giving me another
deep kiss on the lips.
    He turned around and leaned me back against the desk, knowing that I was the one now having a hard time
holding myself up on my quivering legs. I stood there
with them quaking, trying to catch my breath as I watched him get dressed. He
was finished, and I couldn’t help wondering where we
were going to go from here. I was beginning to think
that I was addicted to him. I couldn’t seem to get
enough. Since I ’d met him, I’d had sex in a bathroom
and a closet and on some random person’s desk. I ’d let
him fuck me in the ass and I’d let him do me without a condom. I swallowed his cum and I loved it. I wondered if I was turning into some kind of sex freak. No one had ever turned me on the way that he did.
    When he finished dressing, I was still clutching onto the desk, still naked and shivering. He stepped up to me and kissed me again. It was long and sweet and I found myself not wanting it to end. But it did, with a
bang….as it always did with Tristan.
    He smiled and said, “You better get going; you
wouldn’t want to get caught.” Then he scooped up the rehab papers I ’d dropped and tossed them at me, hitting me in the crotch.
I let myself think for a fraction of a second that it was over—he was finished
with me and rehab . Then, just to prove to me that he was thoroughly unpredictable he said, “Getting
clean is definitely going to be worth all that.” He grinned again, unlocked the
door and left me in a mild state of