Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
It’s like heaven on earth.
And it doesn’t stop.
Another track starts up, and I keep on dancing as he keeps on singing.
When he’s on song number three, I join him at the mic stand, using it as a strip pole as he pulls the mic free. I grind myself against it, using the pole to satisfy my thrumming clit as he belts out another classic.
I give him the very best show I can give. A pole dance on the best pole there could be.
Then my attention turns purely to him.
I’m on my knees when his demons find their voice on his deepest song. I’m at his crotch, freeing his dick from tight leather as his angels scream high at the peak.
And what a glorious cock it is. Thick and veined with a decent curve to it – just how I like it.
I wrap my fingers around it and lick a wet line from the base to the tip, and then I suck him. Hard.
I bob my head as he thrusts his hips, matching his rhythm as I stare up at the god on his private stage.
He tosses the mic to the side once the song is done, and grabs my hair to face fuck me like a beast. He’s sweating, raw and wild, fresh from performing, and so am I. I choke and retch and slop over his veiny hard dick, my own angels and demons rioting in harmony as he kicks off his trousers and gives me his naked body in all its glory.
Vinnie Hampton fucks me on the floor of his private music room. He pounds my pussy with his mic tossed on the floor beside us, under a spotlight of brilliance as the pleasure rips through me.
We’re a tumble of bodies, revelling. Him on top, then me on top, then him again as he holds me firm and takes control, his guttural groans on the edge of release as he slams with everything he has.
And then, when he’s done, he collapses on top. His perfect grin is a delight as he stares down at me.
“So glad I found you,” he says, and I laugh, covered in his sweat as well as mine.
“Same goes, rock god. Same goes.”
It’s boiling hot in the music room. I’m breathing deep in the stifling air when he gets to his feet and pulls me up with him.
“Wanna roar with the lion?” he asks. “It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for months, since the beast arrived on a truck and the lights got installed.”
“I’ll roar with any lion you have,” I giggle.
“Glad you like ice then, cos it’s gonna be cold out there.”
I squeal as he races out of the music room, my hand in his. He jogs, on a mission, and I follow in my stilettos, heady from De Chante and cock and rock.
Fuck me, it’s bitter cold when we reach the front door and he swings it open. November is well and truly showing its face now. The purples of the pillars take me aback again, as though we’re on a whole new stage, but Vinnie veers off to the right, to the massive lion statue, glowing red.
“You for real?” I ask him when he pats the back of the stone beast and offers a leg up.
“Always.”
“This is… precarious.”
“That’s when it’s most fun. Risks make life worth living.”
I take the leg up and sit astride the cold lion statue, running my hands down its flowing stone mane. Vinnie is an athletic sonofabitch, as he leaps right up and straddles the lion behind me, no leg up needed for him. I squeal as he shunts me forwards, my tits pressing against stone as he hoists me onto all fours.
Talk about precarious, this is fucking insane. I could break my bones in a tumble and end up naked and on my way to A&E, but I love it. I’m crazy for it. I can’t get enough.
Vinnie Hampton eats out my ass as I perch on top of a statue in his manor grounds, lit up in red. My tits are pressed to a lion’s mane, my voice moaning loud in the night air as he buries his face between my ass cheeks and digs his tongue in.
It’s only a starter.
Three fingers… four… and fuck how precarious it really is. I push back against him like I’m a jockey riding at a rodeo, begging for cock, cock, cock.
I need him to fuck me like this.
Ella, not Holly.
This is all about me and him tonight, not the money he’s paying for it.
Fuck the cold, and the risks, and the chill of the stone. When Vinnie Hampton spears my ass with his rock-hard dick atop a statue, it’s the only sensation in the world that matters for shit.
I buck against him, meeting every thrust, whimpering and panting like the true fuck-doll I am.