Rock Hard: Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies Series by Jamie Knight (ebook reader 8 inch .TXT) 📗

way down her belly, then over her mound until my mouth hovered over her damp slit. I pressed a kiss to her lower lips, teasing, and she gasped.

“Please, master…” she moaned.

I slipped my tongue between her folds, savoring her sweetness, and lapped at every inch until I made my way to her clit. When my tongue flicked over the sensitive nub, she gasped and moaned, gripping my hair.

I licked and sucked on that delicate little bud, relishing the pleasurable sounds she made with every stroke of my tongue.

Her thighs tightened around my face and her moans grew louder, so I upped the intensity, assaulting her clit with my mouth until she let out a wail of ecstasy and came on my tongue.

I lapped up every sweet drop of her juices eagerly, making her shudder and shake with aftershocks, until finally I straightened up and met her gaze.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she was panting hard. I smirked and ran my tongue over my lips before leaning in and kissing her, letting her taste her own arousal. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer.

When her legs coiled around my waist, I knew she was ready for round two, and I gripped the base of my cock to guide it into place. I dragged the head through her wet folds, teasing her, and she gazed up at me with pleading, needy eyes.

“Tell me what you want,” I ordered.

She didn’t hesitate.

I loved our easy intimacy together now—how vulnerable she had learned to be with me, physically and emotionally.

“I want your cock inside me, master,” she replied instantly, her voice breathy and therefore a bit choppy. “Please.”

“Well, since my little pet asked so nicely…”

I rammed into her, and she threw her head back and howled in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Seth!” she shrieked, gripping me tightly.

I rocked my hips, pumping in and out of her slowly. As much as I wanted to just go to town and drive into her, I also wanted to drag this all out and make it last, so that I could savor every moment.

Jonna moved with me, her hips rolling like a tidal wave, bringing crests of pleasure with every motion.

No matter how many times I fucked her, no matter where, or what position, each time felt just as incredible as the first time had. If anything, the more we got to know each other, the better our sex became.

We’d learned to read each other’s bodies, and spent long nights awake talking about our deepest, darkest fantasies, pleased to find that we shared a number of them.

But even so, I realized that she was every fantasy I’d ever had, all rolled into one. And not just physically. The intimacy between us really did grow deeper every day, and she showed me just how much she was truly made for me.

And now, we were starting a family together.

I didn’t know it was possible to feel this much love.

It was overwhelming and even a little bit scary, but I knew there was no looking back.

And I didn’t want to.

I wanted to jump in with both feet to whatever our future together had in store.

“Fuck, Seth, I’m getting close,” she gasped suddenly, drawing me out of my thoughts. “I’m gonna cum.”

I gripped her hips, keeping her in place and maintaining the pace until I felt her pussy walls tightening around me and she screamed as she came.

“Fuck yeah,” I told her. “Cum on my big cock. Your wet pussy feels so good wrapped around it.”

That added sensation put me over the edge, and I came, too, filling her with a hot load before I even knew what had come over me.

Slowly, I sank down to the mattress beside her, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. Then I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her belly before laying my head down. She stroked my hair.

“So maybe instead of the Mozart, I’ll put some headphones with Autumn Corrosion over my belly,” she remarked absently.

“I’ll just give him a live show,” I assured her.

“Him?”

I looked up at her and shrugged.

“Or her. But I just have a feeling.”

“Me, too,” she admitted. “The second I saw that plus sign, something just hit me and told me that it was a boy.”

I grinned.

“Well, I think you’re on the right track, no matter what. We’ll make sure whoever our little one is has great taste in music.”

After all, without music, our lives never would have intertwined. It had always been my passion, but now, music had become my lifeblood. And Jonna was the heart pumping it through my veins.

Epilogue - Jonna

One Year Later

Seth and I married in late spring, with all the warmth and colors nature could provide. Restrictions had lifted even further now, so that we were able to have an outdoor, socially distant wedding, in which the wedding party and all our guests wore masks. We set up folding chairs in two even rows before a movable flower arch.

An unforeseen advantage to the venue was the number of guests it allowed for, especially considering the sheer number of the guests who were there. Seth seemed to invite every member of every band he’d ever signed.

My side of the aisle looked dinky by comparison. They earned their keep, however, by helping out with decorations, programs and favors. And Seth’s side was equally eager to shower us with a summer festival’s worth of performances planned for the reception, each of the bands housed in the rented bandstand.

I knew most of them by sight, though everyone was on their best behavior, with even the Metal bands opting for tuxedos. I wouldn’t have missed their performances for the world. I loved their music; plus, the image of a Metal band dressed like a philharmonic