over again. Instead of doing what I desperately wanted, he slowly slid into me while digging his fingers into my ass cheeks.
I thrust backwards into him, gasping my pleas but he held my hips, mercilessly teasing me into begging louder. He finally plowed inside, pumping furiously into me. I collapsed to my elbows and sank into the mattress in a boneless, whimpering heap. He pulled me over, stroking my clit while rocking his hips sideways.
I immediately seized on the bed as my pussy began to clench, sending waves of bliss wrecking my mind and body. His fingers drove inside, fucking my pussy while his cock thumped in my ass. I gushed on him, queefing liquid while he growled in satisfaction. At that point, I could have died happy as long as he continued granting me pleasure.
His fingers tugged, slid, and fucked before spreading my slit wide as he curled his hips and jerked inside me. I slapped the bed, grabbing the sheet and bucking my hips against his pumping cock. Even though I knew he came, he pulled out and slammed into my pussy to fuck me even harder. My nipples heaved into the air as my mouth gaped.
Wet noisy queefs drenched the air but his dark tone sliced through them, “Yeah, Baby, juice that cock up!”
He fucked me up the bed, turning me onto my side and driving even deeper. I curled backward around his bent knee, soaking the bed sheets with my queefs as my body turned into a fluid heap from the feminine bliss flooding through me.
He shoved a hand into my hair, kissing my neck and whispering in my ear, “Marry me, Baby. We’re too good together.”
I weakly looked up at him, “Are you serious?”
He nodded, “Believe me, I’m dead serious.”
I frowned, “Are you planning on pissing me off every time we fuck?”
Laughing, he pulled out and lifted me to him, “You fucking better believe it!”
I slapped his shoulder but grinned, “Okay.”
Completely awed that he’d thoroughly demolished my senses, I said, “You know, you could have done any damn thing you wanted and I would have accepted it.”
He grinned, “Yeah?”
I laughed at his thoughtful expression, “What are you planning?”
He wouldn’t tell me while we took a shower even though I bugged him relentlessly. Afterward, I logged onto my laptop to try to write my blog but couldn’t concentrate with him darting glances at me.
I finally stopped and asked, “What?”
“You never did answer me.”
I frowned, “What was the question?”
His eyebrows shot up, “I proposed.”
“I said ‘okay’”
He rose from the bed, “I’d like a little more than a simple okay as if you’re responding to a food order.”
I rolled my eyes, “Yes, Blake, I would love to marry you.”
He nodded, “That’s more like it.”
“Did I bruise your ego?”
He shot me an amused look, “Keep it up and I’m going to bruise something else!”
Tickled that he was human after all, I shut my laptop and slipped my arms around his neck, “Do I need to kiss it and make it better?”
He nodded, “My ego just happens to live in my cock.”
“Damn, you just fucked the hell out of me and now you want a blowjob?”
Grinning, he said, “Blowjobs are always good and you give some damn good head.”
Patting his shoulder, I promised, “Maybe in the morning. Aren’t you tired?”
“Not too tired.”
With a groan, I crawled across the bed we hadn’t drenched, “Seriously, let me surprise you in the morning.”
“Damn, Baby, surprise me? You just told me.”
“Well, okay, if you don’t want…”
He quickly said, “I didn’t say that!”
I laughed as he wrapped around me, whispering words of love along with goodnight. Exhausted, I fell asleep immediately only to wake up in the middle of the night. I had to use the restroom so I tried to ease out from under him but he pulled me to him.
Squirming, I moaned, “Blake, I have to pee!”
He released me so I quickly headed to the restroom, grinning on the way back with plans to wake him up. Unfortunately, he was on his stomach so I curled around him and went back to sleep. I awoke the next morning with him staring at me.
“You ready for breakfast?”
I murmured, “Coffee!”
“It should be ready.” With a grin, he pulled himself out of bed.
Bringing two paper cups back to the bed, he handed me one and cringed over the other one, “I can never get used to hotel coffee.”
I laughed but agreed as I sipped mine. He turned the TV on as he drank his before asking, “You still like omelets, right?”
Nodding, I asked him why and he motioned toward the door, “Joe’s bringing a cart back with a variety but I told him to make sure there was an omelet.”
“Thank you!”
“Want me to add some sausage to that omelet?”
I rolled my eyes, “I was going to surprise you but you were on your stomach!”
“Tickle my fucking balls, Baby… what the hell?”
I laughed and stroked him through the sheet, “When is Joe suppose to arrive with that?”
No sooner than I spoke the last word, a knock sounded. Blake made a face, “Shit!”
I quickly pulled the sheet around me as he barked, “Enter!”
Joe wheeled it in and, with a quick salute, spun around and left. Glancing at Blake, I cringed, “I hope he didn’t hear us.”
He laughed, “You know how hotel rooms are… paper thin walls.”
My face reddened as peeked at the cart. There were pancakes, omelets, bacon, and hash browns amongst pastries and fruit glazes. My jaw dropped, “We’ll never be able to eat all this!”
He grinned, “Who the fuck said we would be eating it all?”
I grinned, “Damn, you’re kinky!”
“You wouldn’t know kinky if it bit you on the…”
I ran a finger through some blueberry glaze, bringing it to my tongue. His hand shot out and shoved it in my face while that dark laugh rang through the air. My screech of anger made him tackle me. He immediately scooped some blueberry glaze out and held it over my face.
I grated out, “I was going to suck that off your cock!”
He smeared it down my chest, “You like strawberries, right?”
My hand slapped into the glaze and I wiped it on his chest. He grinned, “Now lick it off, Baby!”
He rolled, placing me on top so I scooped more strawberry glaze, and crawled down his body. Smearing it over him, I dragged my tongue over his shaft and smacked my lips. He grinned but shoved my face down on him, laughing wickedly when my teeth nipped him.
“Ah…yeah. Bite it. Go ahead. I’ll show you who bites harder!”
I wiped the red glaze, smearing it in the process, as I licked his cock again. Both of us jumped a mile when the door flew open. The drummer froze, his mouth hanging open, before he cursed and quickly fled. Blake roared as I stared, slack-jawed, at the door and then at him.
Taking advantage of my expression, he pushed my face down on him again. My temper flared immediately.
