“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper as I search her gaze. “I call you my rockstar but it’s not what makes you so beautiful. It’s those eyes. I saw it that first night, Debi. Sitting up on that Ferris wheel, I saw you. How you look at the world, how you gazed up at the stars. You said you did not want to grow up, but we can do that together.”
Popping her head up a little, she smiles down at me, pressing her palm to the side of my face. I turn my head, kissing the inside of her wrist. Then I kiss each finger, lingering the longest on her ring finger. Just thinking of having my ring on that finger, my baby in her belly, it changes everything.
Debi moves slowly, moving to straddle me. Seeing her sitting atop me, back arched slightly, her soft, round tits sway as she rocks against me, I am breath taken. She is mine. The rockstar is mine. That wild, neon bright woman who gets on stage and captivates an entire room.
All the parts of her are mine. The sweet girl who wanted to go to the arcade and the skate rink to feel like a kid again. Who smiled down at that young girl with pride in her gray eyes. The broken girl whose mother left her with deep, empty scars that I will spend the rest of time fixing for her.
“Devin,” she hums in that melodic voice, rocking slowly, teasing me. “You asked me what I want to be when I grow up, do you remember that?”
“Course I remember it. Do you now know?”
“Yes, took a hint from a friend. I want to teach, Devin. Music. I love it so much, but I don’t know if I always want to be Rockstar Debi. I meant all the things I said about it being fucking metal that you’re a teacher. I want to be that kind of metal.”
Smiling up at her proudly, I nod my head. Seeing her with that girl, with fans at her shows, and even how she is so gentle with Jenna while she is pregnant, I know she would be a good teacher. Her passion for music comes alive once she gets on a stage, I can see her passing that sort of passion on to students who need the escape the way she needed it.
“Want to be a boring teacher with me, rockstar? Writing up lesson plans instead of writing songs? Going out on field trips instead of tours.”
“Oh, Ilovefield trips,” she teases with a laugh, still circling her hips as she rubs herself against my aching shaft. “We could sneak off and hook up at a field trip. God, it would be so bad to fuck the hot teacher,” she whimpers, her pace picking up, her pussy wet as it rubs all over my cock.
“How about you fuck him right now? Because if I don’t get inside of you, I’m going to keep you after class and come on these pretty tits.”
Debi moans as I sit up to close my mouth around a nipple. At the same time, I lift her, letting her grasp my cock. Rubbing it against her slit, she guides me inside, both of us moaning as she sinks down slowly.
“Oh. Oh, yes,” she moans, falling against my chest as she rolls her hips to take me deeper. “Yes, I want you to come on me, teach. On my face, on my tits, in my pussy. I want it. Give it to me,” she cries.
Slowly she starts to bounce, planting her hands on my chest as she rides me. I grasp her hips, digging my fingers into the plumpness of her round ass. Her clit rubs against the base of me each time she drops and in minutes, she is shaking as she starts to come.
“That’s it, Mrs. Hollis. Come on my cock like a good girl.”
Slamming her down, I come with her, jerking inside her as she slams her mouth to mine. I rock a few times, wanting to fill her up. We kiss until it turns to lovemaking once again. It is as if we’re making up for lost time.
We spend all night making up for every single moment we lost—and we will have the rest of our lives together to make up for any other lost moments.
Chapter Nine
Debi
Growing up is not so bad if you know what you want to be.
For a long time, I thought all I had going for me was a decent face and a good voice. I do love performing but there was a desperation to it A need for people to love me, to accept me, because I had little of that in real life. When I got onstage, no one cared if I was a poor trailer-trash girl whose mama abandoned them. I can be whoever I want to be when I get on a stage.
Lately I am accepting who I am offstage more. Embracing her, even. I am not always loud or wild. I can be thoughtful, quiet, even sometimes reserved. I do not have to entertain anyone or please anyone but myself.
Now the only person I care about pleasing is Devin.
“Oh, Jesus,” he groans now as I lie across the bed, the sunshine warming our bare skin, my mouth wrapped around him. Devin watches with hooded eyes dark with need as I bob slowly up and down on his thickness, driving him to the edge, loving how he shows me his pleasure. “So damn pretty with your mouth full of my cock, baby,” he groans, his voice raw and needy.
Lord, I love how this man talks when he is turned on. Anywhere else he is proper in his neatly creased chinos and loafers, with his cute glasses and warm smile. Once we’re alone, another side of him comes out. He is in control of my pleasure, leading our lovemaking with those hot commands and his filthy words.
His big hand grasps a handful of my ass, smacking it anytime I take him all the way to the back of my throat. I woke up needy after a filthy dream of him fucking me in one of our classrooms. The idea of u being prim and proper with everyone else while we’re anything but with each other just turns me onuntil I lose it. I did not even wake him up before I grabbed his thick cock and started playing with it.
“Such a pretty rockstar,” he hums, smacking my ass again, the sting sending a current of pleasure right to my aching clit. I gasp when he slides his hand between my thighs as if he knows I need his touch. And I do. I am on edge, just as close to climax as he is, just from his sounds, the sweet-salty taste of him and the power he gives me when he shows how I affect him. “Does your greedy little pussy get wet while you suck my cock? Yeah, that’s it, baby, you want me to come down that pretty throat, don’t you?”
I mean, how is he so fucking hot? Nodding as I pick up my pace as his fingers rub magic over my clit, I answer without words. Yes, I get soaked whenever I am touching, sucking, licking, anything, his cock.Hell yes,I want him to come down my throat, I love watching how wild he turns when he comes because of what I am doing to him.
“That’s it, swallow all of it, baby, it’s all for you,” he hums as he comes with a roar, his cum jerking hot inside my mouth as I keep sucking him.
His thick fingers pinch my clit, and I go off with him, my body shaking as the climax washes over me. I collapse with a shudder, still holding him in mouth, smirking at him when he starts to get hard all over again. Shaking his head, he pulls me off him with an adorable look of exasperation.
