Title: Reginald
Series: Spasm Rockers
Author: Niquel
Genre: Rocker Romance
Release Date: May 11, 2017
Screw love, get money.
That had become my new motto. I promised myself I wouldn’t get too close to anyone again because it always blew up in my face.
Then I met her, the devil in a pair of six-inch heels. I tried to avoid her like the plague and treated her as if she were made of poison, but she wouldn’t back down.
One night I let my guard down.
One night changed everything.
My bandmates were counting on me. Fame was knocking at my door.
But temptation knocked a little harder and now I may be royally screwed—and not in a good way.
Everything about taking this girl back to my place felt wrong, but once I saw her in that sexy-ass dress and those six-inch heels, it was over. My dick wouldn’t stay down no matter what the fuck I thought about, and her and Shannon dry humping each other in the club sealed the deal. She looked at me with those fuck-me eyes, and I knew I was going balls deep into that pussy.
I went into the bathroom to take a hit of coke before I fucked her. A girl like that deserved godlike sex, and that was what she was going to get.
I knew she was probably dissecting my room, but I didn’t give a fuck. Once I came back, she wouldn’t have anything else to think about except coming on my cock. I shoved her back onto the bed and my cock damn near ripped through my jeans. Calm down, boy.
Running my hands up and down her smooth thighs, heat radiated from in between. I wanted to rip her panties off and rub her bud, but I was going to take my time. I wanted to torture her in the worst way possible.
She propped herself up on her elbows, and I slid my hands behind her, unzipping her dress. She lay back and shifted her hips up into the air, allowing me to slide the material right off and onto the floor. The lace bra she had on molded to her tits like a glove. I unclasped it with one swift motion, and her perfect mounds barely moved.
Her dark hair splayed across my pillows as I ran my tongue down the side of her neck. Her nipples stiffened as I rolled each peak between my fingers, and she let out a soft moan.
“I’m going to claim every inch of this body, Penelope,” I growled in her ear as my fingers made their way down to her mound. I ripped her panties off and ran my thumb over her clit then dipped a finger into her wetness. Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I smelled her essence and it drove me wild.
“You can have all of me, anywhere, anytime.”
Good girl.
I slid down to the side of the bed, yanking her with me, and ran my nose across her sweet, hairless pussy. I needed to feel, smell, and taste everything she had to offer. Her legs relaxed on either side of my shoulders and I slid two fingers inside her tight channel, stretching her as much as I could before I graced her with my tongue.
Flattening, rolling, twisting, sucking, lapping, my tongue was made for this pussy. Her hands grasped the back of my head and I stopped.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begged.
“Keep your hands to yourself and I won’t.” She sucked her teeth and grasped the sheets by her sides as I continued until her thighs constricted around my head. A rush of fluid released from her as her entire body heated and seized from my touch. I slid my jeans off, pumped my cock with my free hand, and sucked every last drop from her.
I flipped her over, and her legs were like Jell-O. “C’mon, baby girl, if you want to experience the best night of your life, you have to participate.”
She held herself up on all fours and as much as I wanted to slip right into her willing pussy, I ran my thumb against her asshole. Tensing with my touch, I reached around her hips and rubbed her clit again, distracting her enough to relax. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and let a few drops run over my cock and in between her cheeks. Whether she’d done this before or not, I was getting in that firm, tight ass.
When she was nice and relaxed, I pushed the head of my cock at her entrance and slid in, as slow and deep as I could.
Niquel is a self diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while.
When she’s not busy taking care of her two little girls, she's writing or creating graphics or you can find her binge watching TV with her significant other.
Boston born and raised, she’s always been a creative soul: attending multiple colleges to develop her love of the visual arts.
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