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

Ragnar reached down and squeezed my hands, which I’d pressed against his thighs. Easing up a bit, to give myself more room, I started to bob my head, slowly at first, but then faster with each suck, building up a good, steady rhythm. Similar to the one he’d used to fuck me that beautiful morning we’d woken up together. His enormous cock pumped inside me, my sweet lover doing everything he could not to hurt me.

In my experience, what people did was far more indicative than what they said. Seth had shown me his true colors by being a great husband, excellent father and model brother-in-law. What they got up to in the bedroom was their own business. Despite only having met him, I knew I could trust Ragnar. Passionate fucking wasn’t exactly the sort of trust exercise I tended to indulge in, but one he’d passed with flying colors just the same. He could do anything to me, and I would welcome it.

He was about to cum. The tension had come to both his shaft and balls as he got ready to release his load. I eased up on his cock, to make more room in my mouth, and sucked hard, waiting for his delicious load.

He flooded my mouth with tasty cum, controlling the flow by holding his cock at the base, giving me three smaller floods rather than one big one, which was greatly appreciated.

I came up for air, still stroking his cock, and Ragnar lifted me into another soft, passionate kiss.

“Your turn,” he said.

Before I even had time to respond, I was on the couch, with Ragnar undressing me. Jacket first, then shoes, followed closely by the shirt. I hadn’t worn a bra that night, hoping I might get some action.

A decision Ragnar seemed to greatly appreciate, going straight for my chest, alternating between my hard, pink nipples like a hungry baby. Pleasure rippled through me and I thought I might actually cum from the breast play alone.

Before I could however, Ragnar started to head south. Planting a row of soft, wet kisses along my belly making my pussy quiver with anticipation. Unbuttoning the jeans, he worked down the zipper, as his mouth made its way closer to my pelvis. A very nice sample of what was to come.

I lifted slightly to ease the way as he pulled my jeans down past my hips, getting to my thighs. They were so tight I was glad for the help, unconvinced I could have gotten them off without assistance. I didn’t know how Jonna did it before she met Seth.

My pants off, there was just the small matter of my panties to contend with. An obstacle Ragnar surpassed quickly and with little upset. I let out a deep breath to try and relax. It was all just so exciting. Laying all naked and prone under Ragnar as he got ready to work his magic.

Unexpectedly, he started at my knees, easing my legs open even farther, taking a moment to gaze at my excited little pussy, before planting the first kiss on my lower thigh. This was followed by many more. Loving little kisses, tracing up my inner thigh, leaving goosebumps on my skin and promising an even greater pleasure to come.

“Oh!” I gasped, as his gentle tongue made first contact with my pussy.

Taking his time, he licked all around the outside, in long, loving laps, getting me used to the idea and helping me relax before caressing his sweet soft tongue right up the middle, taking the time to swirl it right on my hard little clit.

“Fuck,” I moaned helplessly.

Picking up speed, he notched up the intensity, perfectly devouring my tender pussy, making me wail like a banshee. I’d never made much noise during sex before. For some reason I thought it was rude. There were no such considerations with Ragnar, everything he did bringing out sounds of pure passion. Like I was afraid I might burn up if I held them in. Ragnar wetted a finger, introducing it into the equation, bringing things to a whole new level of wonderful.

I was getting dangerously close to orgasm when he eased up, deftly fingering me the rest of the way, tenderly cupping my pussy as I started to cum. Pleasure rippled through me like an earthquake. Reaching the peak of my orgasm, my entire body relaxed, sinking further into his nice leather couch.

His apartment in general wasn’t quite what I’d been expecting. It was probably my own prejudice talking, but I’d expected it to be a lot scarier. Gruesome posters and replica weapons everywhere, my parent’s claims no doubt influencing the image.

It wasn’t even that messy. Nary a pizza box or beer bottle to be seen. If anything, the place was minimalist and efficient, sparsely furnished with modern items, not a thing out of place. Even his record collection looked orderly. A few choice CDs on a shelf under where the player sat. Honestly, I was a bit surprised it wasn’t either all digital or vinyl, but Ragnar really did seem to dance to the beat of his own drummer. Himself, I would expect.

“Turn over,” he said, mildly.

I obeyed immediately, getting up onto all fours, my pussy and ass on full display. While still nervous, I no longer much minded which one he thought best to fill with his beautiful cock. Anything really was a blessing I was happy to receive.

He seemed to share my concerns regarding potential pain from the road less traveled and stroked the truly impressive head of his absolutely wonderful cock against my pussy. Getting me nice and warmed up, he eased the head between my silken, pink folds drawing a gasp of pure pleasure from deep within me.

Getting in a little further, far enough to feel it, but not nearly far