My Rockstar's Secret Baby by Jamie Knight (read me like a book .TXT) 📕

Whatever force had brought us together and made the spark of connection, was being channeled through me, and wrought on my unsuspecting drum kit.

“Fuck man, did you eat your spinach or what?” Varg asked when “Ragnarök” had come to its conclusion.

“What?” I asked, taking out my earplugs.

“What the fuck was that?’ Stig clarified.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Tell that to your floor tom.”

I looked where Varg was pointing, finally noticing the hole punched through the head on my floor tom.

“I’ve got replacements.”

“Not the point, dude,” Stig said, being the voice of reason.

“What is the point?” I asked, getting sick of their shit.

“The point is, why the hell were you holding out on us?”

“Holding out on you?”

“Fuck yeah, man, that was awesome. I thought maybe the earth was going to crack open and swallow us. Where did you find that kind of force?” Varg inquired.

“Dunno, I was, channeling my emotions, I guess.”

“Well, do it more,” Stig said, “well gladly play for the new drum-heads.”

We tore down our gear and loaded it up, and I got a new head on my floor tom. I’d changed almost as many drumheads as I’d had hot dinners, so it was no big thing. Simpler than changing the tire on a car, when you had the right tools, which I just so happened to.

Once the new head properly installed, I headed in and made my way to the bar to see what kind of sodas the bar had.

“Hey, sorry I was late.”

My heart pounded and my ears rang. I couldn’t believe she was actually there. It must be some kind of trick or illusion. Yet, when I turned, there she was. Looking sexy as all get out, with her curves on full display for me.

“You like?” she asked, flashing a little turn, giving a generous view of her sweet, sexy ass, which looked even more gorgeous in the jeans she had on.

“Definitely.”

“My car is outside, if you want to get out of here,” she offered, eyes glimmering hopefully.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. “Fuck yes.”

Chapter Seven - Stephanie

We were barely through the door.

Much like the first time, if not the second.

Still, we managed to get a bit further.

Ragnar steered me toward the couch as we kissed passionately, the bedroom seeming a bit too far away.

“Oop!”

Ragnar caught me before I could hit the floor, swooping me into his arms like a big, strong action hero. We continued our tongue wrestling bout as he took a seat on the couch, shifting me in his embrace, so I was straddling him.

I could feel the rigid warmth of his hard cock pressing against my pussy, making me even more excited.

Slithering my way down him, I ended up on my knees between his knees trying, and mostly succeeding, to get his pants undone. With only a bit of trouble, I was soon stroking his beautiful shaft in both hands.

I needed to taste him. It was an urge I’d had since the club but had tried to keep suppressed until I could indulge. There was no way to resist any longer. Especially not with his gorgeous cock softly pulsing in my hands.

Licks first. As urgent as my need was, I knew I had to take it slow. Get used to having quite so much cock in my mouth all at once. I still marveled at the sheer majesty of it, part of me still not quite able to believe it was actually happening.

He moaned softly as I licked, swirling my hungry tongue around his tasty head. The sound urging me down to even greater depths, swallowing the entire head.

He sweetly stroked my hair as I paused, waiting for my throat to open, so I could take more. I wanted it all, even though I knew that wasn’t really possible.

Finally, my gag reflex relented, and I was off, caressing my lips further down his shaft that I ever really though I could, swallowing a little more than half his full length.

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.