Hillbilly Rockstar

For a split second it appeared she might argue, but she raised her leg, pressing her inner thigh into his side.

Devin got a good grip on the back of her standing leg and said, “Jump up.” He locked his knees, holding her weight and hoisting her against the wall.

She reached between them and aligned him. But she paused and nestled her face in the curve of his neck.

His body f**king shook, he wanted this so bad, yet somehow he managed to remain calm. “What’s wrong?”

“Make me feel it,” she whispered.

“Feel what?”

“That first thrust. Don’t be sweet. Don’t go slow. Slam into me so hard I feel this big c**k of yours in the back of my throat. So I always remember this moment.”

He angled his pelvis and impaled her in one rough stroke, bottoming out inside her so fast his balls swung and slapped her ass.

Liberty hissed. “Sweet f**k, that hurt.” She panted against his throat. “Do it again.” She planted a kiss on his Adam’s apple. “And again.” Another kiss on his voice box. “And again.”

So that’s what he did. He f**ked her furiously. No break. No stopping to see if she was all right. Her gasps and moans as her nails scored the back of his neck, her heels digging into his ass told him everything he needed to know.

He kept up that driving rhythm until she arched hard against him, her big tits bouncing against his sweat-slicked chest. Her cunt squeezing his shaft in juicy pulses as she climaxed. Then, right on the heels of the first one, she went off again, loudly pleading, “Don’t stop.”

Devin hadn’t been trying to hold off, but he couldn’t maintain that brutal pace any longer. His ass, his gut, his balls and his thighs tightened in anticipation. Then he shot his load in a prolonged gush of pleasure that had him gritting his teeth and sent his brain completely offline.

After his body—his entire being—quit shuddering, he dragged a kiss to her ear and gently bit her earlobe. “Not done with you, Liberty. Not by f**kin’ half.”

“Put me down.”

He squeezed her ass cheeks, harder than she expected, and she gasped. “I like havin’ you pinned against the wall with my c**k still buried deep.” He let his mouth follow the slope of her neck to the ball of her shoulder. “Maybe I’ll keep you like this until I’m hard again. Which won’t be too long because you are hotter than f**kin’ fire.”

“Devin, you don’t have to—”

His head snapped back. “Take the compliment.”

“Fine. Then you’ll take one from me. You f**k like a dream, cowboy.” She scraped her fingertips across his shoulder blades. “Now take me to your bed.”

A primitive growl rumbled in his chest. He said, “Hang on,” before he pulled her away from the wall and walked them down the hall to his bedroom.

Liberty’s breath was a warm caress across his ear. “You weren’t bragging. I can already feel you getting hard.” She bore down on his c**k with her pu**y muscles, releasing a borderline evil laugh when he hissed.

He fell onto the bed with her, kissing her mouth like he owned it. She made an unhappy moan when he pulled his c**k out of her. “I want to see your hands on the headboard when I get back.” In his bathroom, he flushed the condom and washed his hands, checking his face in the mirror. He’d shaved right before his concert so he wouldn’t leave beard burn on her—because he planned to have every inch of her chocolate-scented skin beneath his mouth and hands tonight.

When he returned to the bedroom, she wasn’t in position like he’d told her. Devin wrapped his hands around her ankles and yanked until she was flat on her back. Then he hung above her, his knees by her hips, his fingers circling her wrists. “Outside this bus you are in charge. I respect that. I respect you. But when we’re alone like this? With the world shut out and the bedroom door closed? It’s all me.” He brushed his mouth across her temptingly full lips.

Those silvery blue eyes of hers didn’t waver. “So this isn’t a onetime thing between us? We’re not scratching the itch, satisfying our curiosity and moving on?”

“Fuck no. I want this for the long haul.”

“You mean for the duration of the tour.”

Sugar, I’d have you running scared for sure if you figured out how much more I want from you. “That too.”

“Then you need to understand that if you’re with me, there’s no one else for you. No groupies. Not a single one. Yes, fan meet and greets are part of your job, but having those fans blowing you isn’t part of it. You want your c**k in someone’s mouth? It’ll be in mine. Ditto for this monster dick of yours. Giving you a fast, hard f**k before or after the show to take that edge off? That right belongs to me. Only to me.”

Sexy as hell, seeing the determination shining in her eyes. “Agreed.” Devin kissed her again, letting his lips linger on hers. “I want this one-on-one more than you know.” He figured she probably didn’t believe him, given his manwhore reputation—something that she’d seen firsthand. So he’d show her. Over and over again until she believed him. He released her wrists. “Press your hands against the headboard.”

As soon as she wiggled up, he leaned forward, running his hands down her muscled arms, stopping to feather his thumb over the sensitive crease in her elbow. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since that day you strutted across the parking lot.”