He strips my soul bare as he thrusts inside of me hard and fast.
He reaches for my clit and strokes it slowly and gently. I gasp and whimper at the same.
Several moments later, my orgasm rips me in half and pleasure electrocutes me from head to toe. My legs turn into jelly and my lower back aches. Then he makes grunting noises as his come is shooting inside of me and he collapses on top of me. He feels heavy as a boulder.
”You’re heavy as an elephant and you’re sweaty. Get Off,” I say, and I hear him laughing. Then he kisses my temple and rolls over to the side, staring at me.
”What?”
”I want to load you up with my babies,” he says, sitting up and his limp dick is coated with me. My mind finally registers what he just said.
”The way we fuck, I’m surprised you haven’t knocked me up.” Then I roll on top of him, kissing him hard and long.
“You want to have kids?”
I shake my head. All this baby-making talk is making me cringe. “Shut up and give me more dick.”
“Nymphomaniac.” He bites my ear and strokes my arm. I get off of him and toss his pillow across his face. He catches it and tosses it to the floor.
“Only for your dick. Fuck me in the Jacuzzi.”
Felix
A week before the tour…
We’re in the studio wrapping things up for our next album, Love Defies Us, that’s supposed to drop around Christmas. The studio is medium-sized with a big-ass keyboard and a sound booth. We’re at Sacrifice Records. This is where we make hit after hit.
Easton and Aurora sit on the black leather couch that’s pushed against the brick wall. Speaking in hushed tones. Azrael inhales smoke into his lungs as he leans against the wall.
“Your girlfriend has been in my ass about me smoking. What the fuck am I going to do for stress reliever?” he asks, putting the butt out in the ashtray. He has his shirt off and is wearing white cut-off jeans.
“Fucking play a video game. Shit, do I look like a hobbyist to you?” I place my sticks in my pockets. Azrael grabs his backpack.
“No. But you look pussy whipped and Trust Fund Baby has you by the balls.” His tone is smug with amusement and the corner of his mouth curls up into a smile, looking like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas.
I tilt my nose to him. “Shut the fuck.”
The band pack up their shit and we head to the parking lot.
I hear someone call my name as I open my door to my truck, and I turn around.
Patricia rushes towards me. I roll my eyes and take my sticks out of my pocket and toss them in the passenger seat. My dad and I haven’t had a conversation since that night at his house. No wonder he was defending Brody when Brody was fucking Mae. He was balls deep into someone else. My dad has betrayed my mom and found a sick twisted way to justify his action. I thought my parents had this fairy tale love life when reality it was complete bullshit. There aren’t enough excuses in the world to convince me to cheat on Thumbelina. I would rather die than cheat on her.
Patricia has her hair pinned into a high ponytail. She looks younger than her age. Now that I get a good look at her, she does look like Sadie. Just Sadie is shorter and looks like a younger version of her.
“What the fuck do you want?” My tone comes out harsh. But at this point I don’t give a fuck. She’s marrying my father and fucked my dad while my mom was sick as a dog.
“We need to talk.” Her tone sounds more determined than a pit bull trying to find a bone.
“You have five minutes. I’ve got to pick up Sadie,” I say out of spite because I know how she feels about us dating. She cuts her eyes to me and a devilish smirk turns up at the corner of her mouth. I don’t know what my dad sees in her. How can he not see that she’s a cunning bitch? The shit Sadie told me about her makes Cinderella’s stepmom look as if she’s a saint.
“Break it off with my daughter or I’ll ruin your life, Felix.”
Now it’s my turn to smirk at her and roll my eyes. “Is that so?”
“You and Mae had a miscarriage and you pushed her down a set of stairs to make her lose the baby.” She steps close to me and looks up at me, then pinches my cheek. It stings like a motherfucker, so I slap her hand away.
I ball up my fist and keep them glued to my side.
“I didn’t push her down the stairs, she slipped and fell.”
“I don’t care if you pushed her or not. I care about my reputation. I want to know which famous blog would like to get their greedy paws on this story.” She folds her arms across her chest and holds her head high.
I don’t say anything. She’s money hungry and she cares more about money than her own daughter. I watch Azrael and Aurora get into their own car. And Easton stands by his white Mustang, watching the whole situation.
“How much money would it take for you to keep your mouth shut?” I look down at the tiny gnome that has me by the balls.
“Stay the fuck away from my daughter. Son. Or I’ll leak to the media that you pushed Mae down the stairs. I already talked to Mae. And you know,
