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

as to him, his erection pressing up against my pelvis as we made-out like hormone-crazed high-schoolers.

Migrating down my neck to my tits, he took down the front of my dress, removing my bra in one smooth motion. My nipples were rock hard, and not just because of the sudden breeze on them.

“Oh!” I gasped as he took a nipple in his mouth, gently playing with the other.

My panties were drenched, and I needed to be touched down there soon, or I was going to go insane. Ragnar seemed to sense this, continuing on his sojourn down my body, taking my dress down along with him. Before I knew it, I was only in my panties. I should have been embarrassed. Ordinarily I would have been. Nearly naked in front of a guy I’d just met a couple of hours before. I wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t go for the causal sex thing either.

Both were fine decisions, don’t get me wrong, I was just somewhere in the middle. I was just too horny to care at that point, and Ragnar was so gentle, I just had the strong sense I could trust him. And after all, he hadn’t pushed me into this, either. Had I wanted to go for coffee he would have been happy to do that too. But I wanted sex, and he was giving it to me.

I started to tremble as he took down my panties, gentle, but determined. Caressing his way back up my bare legs, my back still pressed up against the door, he took my ankles, one by one, and positioned my legs over his shoulders. Resting them, so my knees bent naturally over him and my calves rested on his back. I braced automatically against the door but was perfectly safe.

Ragnar kept his hands firmly on my hips, holding me steady as he buried his face between my thighs, devouring my pussy until I screamed with release and relief. I wasn’t close to coming yet but had found the sweet contact I’d needed for so long. Since first seeing him to be honest. It was like he was specially designed by nature to turn me on.

Running my fingers though his hair as he pleasured me, I tried to focus on what was happening with my pussy. The pleasure that I’d been denied, and denied myself, not thinking I’d miss it. How wrong could a person be. I’d missed it desperately and sweet Ragnar was finally giving me what I had so long craved, in a new and inventive way.

He was so tall my feet, let alone my ass, were nowhere near the ground. My head had up about halfway up the door, near the ceiling, and my feet dangled down near his lower back. I had to cover my mouth to keep from screaming and alerting the neighbors. It wasn’t really their business, but reputations took years to build and seconds to destroy.

Ragnar lifted me from his shoulders, slowly lowering me to his waist, where I clung myself to him, my face buried in the crook of his neck as I recovered, the bonding hormones very much doing their work. But soon I remembered his poor cock as it pressed against me through his jeans. He had been so patient, pleasuring me first, I needed to return the favor.

Sliding down off him and sinking to my knees, I pawed desperately at his belt, trying to get it off. My equilibrium was still off from the orgasmic rush, and I wasn’t doing a particularly good job of it. Ragnar again took over, stripping down to nothing in a flash and letting me see his fantastic body in full.

“Wow!” I blurted when my gaze fell on his hard cock.

The heat returned to my cheeks, while still leaving plenty down in my pussy. I felt like a silly schoolgirl seeing her first cock. Though, to be fair, I had never seen a cock quite that massive, so my surprise was justified. Before he could respond, I took him in my mouth as deep as I dared, getting just past the big, throbbing head. I honestly didn’t think suck a cock existed, outside practical jokes and maybe the more niche types of porn. Yet, there it was, in my hands and in my mouth as I sucked him off blissfully. Any words he might have attempted in response to my reaction, turned to loud moans of pleasure.

I knew he was getting close, a familiar tension coming into his shaft as I sucked and licked for everything I was worth. Despite my best efforts to swallow all the cum he could deliver, at least a quarter of it ended up distributed between my face, neck, and chest. Undaunted, Ragnar picked me up as though I weighed nothing and carried me into the bathroom, where he cleaned me up. He was a gentle giant, not to mention clearly blessed by the gods.

When I glanced down, I could see that he was still rock-hard and raring to go. I was stunned by his quick recovery time, and I didn’t want to leave him hanging, so to speak, so I gently stroked his still extremely hard cock as he wiped me up.

“Bedroom?” he asked.

“Please.”

Taking me by the hand, he got me back to my feet and I guided him to the master bedroom.

Before I could so much as blink, he’d picked me up and lay me down on the bed near the edge of the mattress, my legs spread wide. Getting onto his knees, like praying at a holy shrine, Ragnar worked his magic once again, licking me until I had to put a pillow over my face to muffle the screams of pure joy.

Delivering another huge orgasm, he kissed his way from my pussy up to my neck, getting more or less into position. When things were set, my knees hooked