With two fingers in my ass and two in my cunt, he sucks my clit into his mouth and finger-fucks me so fast my head spins.
Then he stops, pulls away.
“No! Don’t stop!”
His grin is wicked, his face a wet mess.
“Come for me, Ella,” he says and his tongue is back at my clit in an instant, lapping and nudging and sucking and…
“Yes! Yes! Yes…”
I come against his face like a needy slut, bucking and grinding. There is nothing fake about my roar as I hold his head to my pussy and rub myself against his thick wet lips. No illusion as I lie in the throes of the aftermath, wanting to share the taste with him.
I guide him up from my cunt with a smile, and open my own mouth wide, poking my tongue out in invitation as I raise myself for his fingers.
He finger-fucks my mouth as I suck on him, locking him in a grateful stare before he lowers his face to mine. I kiss the filth from his tongue, sucking him clean, then hold him in another vice of stilettos, too enamoured to let go. All I want to do is kiss him, taste him, marvel at him.
“I need your cock next,” I tell him. “Please. Give it to me. I want it in my throat. Give me all you’ve got.”
My rock god shakes his head with a smirk.
“Nah, fuck-doll. You’ll get my dick when I give it to you, not before.”
“Spoilsport,” I laugh. “I’ll make you glad you did. Pinkie promise.”
“No doubt, which is why I’m holding back the pleasure. Your pretty girl throat is going to be a fucking dream, and as for that sweet pussy.” He blows a chef’s kiss, so reminding me of another star, the gorgeous Heath.
“You okay?” Vinnie asks, obviously noticing my blink of recognition.
“More than okay,” I tell him. “Just feeling a bit… desperate.”
“Worry not, my sweet little whore,” he says before hoisting me back up to a sitting position. “You’re gonna have the time of your life when I fuck you into oblivion.”
“You more of a pussy or an ass kinda guy?” I ask him, running my fingers over the bulge in his pants.
He’s big, but I knew that from pictures onstage.
“Both,” he says.
“Do you like guys as well as girls?”
He shakes his head. “Nah. Not really. Tried it a couple times. Not really my gig. I don’t mind watching it, though. I’ve seen plenty of hot girlsandguys getting ploughed by roadies. That can give me a boner.”
“Nice.”
“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s boring as fuck, when the girls are just leapfrogging to get to me.”
“Flattering, though.”
“Desperate more like. It’d be better if they came right on up to my door and asked for a ride.”
I laugh, running my fingers over his shoulders.
“Sure, like your security team would let them waltz on up with ahey, there. You’d never have any free time. The queue would be ten miles long.”
He brushes his thumb across my lips.
“I used to be a hell of a lot less picky. Fame went to my dick for a while as well as my head, but that fades, same as the rest of it. It’s only the real stuff that stays.”
