My Rockstar's Secret Baby Jamie Knight (best fiction books of all time .txt) 📖

It was a decision Ragnar seemed to greatly appreciate, going straight for my chest, alternating between my hard, pink nipples like a hungry baby. Pleasure rippled through me and I thought I might actually cum from the breast play alone.

Before I could, however, Ragnar started to head south. Planting a row of soft, wet kisses along my belly making my pussy quiver with anticipation.

Unbuttoning the jeans, he worked down the zipper, as his mouth made its way closer to my pelvis. A very nice sample of what was to come.

I lifted slightly to ease the way as he pulled my jeans down past my hips, getting to my thighs.

They were so tight I was glad for the help, unconvinced I could have gotten them off without assistance. I didn’t know how Jonna did it before she met Seth.

My pants off, there was just the small matter of my panties to contend with. An obstacle Ragnar surpassed quickly and with little upset.

I let out a deep breath to try and relax. It was all just so exciting. Laying all naked and prone under Ragnar as he got ready to work his magic.

Unexpectedly, he started at my knees, easing my legs open even farther, taking a moment to gaze at my excited little pussy, before planting the first kiss on my lower thigh.

This was followed by many more loving little kisses, tracing up my inner thigh, leaving goosebumps on my skin and promising an even greater pleasure to come.

“Oh!” I gasped, as his gentle tongue made first contact with my pussy.

Taking his time, he licked all around the outside, in long, loving laps, getting me used to the idea and helping me relax before caressing his sweet soft tongue right up the middle, taking the time to swirl it right on my hard little clit.

“Fuck,” I moaned helplessly.

Picking up speed, he notched up the intensity, perfectly devouring my tender pussy, making me wail loudly and without embarrassment.

I’d never made much noise during sex before. For some reason I thought it was rude. There were no such considerations with Ragnar, everything he did bringing out sounds of pure passion. Like I was afraid I might burn up if I held them in.

Ragnar wetted a finger, introducing it into the equation, bringing things to a whole new level of wonderful.

I was getting dangerously close to orgasm when he eased up, deftly fingering me the rest of the way, tenderly cupping my pussy as I started to cum.

Pleasure rippled through me like an earthquake. Reaching the peak of my orgasm, my entire body relaxed, sinking further into his nice leather couch.

His apartment in general wasn’t quite what I’d been expecting. It was probably my own prejudice talking, but I’d expected it to be a lot scarier. Gruesome posters and replica weapons everywhere, my parent’s claims no doubt influencing the image.

It wasn’t even that messy. Nary a pizza box or beer bottle to be seen. If anything, the place was minimalist and efficient, sparsely furnished with modern items, not a thing out of place.

Even his record collection looked orderly. A few choice CDs on a shelf under where the player sat. Honestly, I was a bit surprised it wasn’t either all digital or vinyl, but Ragnar really did seem to dance to the beat of his own drummer. Himself, I would expect.

“Turn over,” he said, mildly.

I obeyed immediately, getting up onto all fours, my pussy and ass on full display. While still nervous, I no longer much minded which one he thought best to fill with his beautiful cock. Anything really was a blessing I was happy to receive.

He seemed to share my concerns regarding potential pain from the road less traveled and stroked the truly impressive head of his absolutely wonderful cock against my pussy.

Getting me nice and warmed up, he eased the head between my silken, pink folds drawing a gasp of pure pleasure from deep within me.

Pushing in a little further, far enough to feel it, but not nearly far enough to hurt, Ragnar took me lightly by the hips and started to pump.

Working his monster cock inside me, he brought me to levels of pleasure I’d never felt before. At least not before meeting him, an event I thanked the heavens for every waking moment.

“Oh, yes,” I whimpered, nearly crying tears of joy, “harder, please.”

Pushing in a little further, to help with the leverage, he picked up speed, his pelvis slapping softly against my ass.

It was as hard as he’d ever fucked me before, though I still got the feeling he was holding back on me. Something that only endeared him to me even more, putting my comfort and joy ahead of his urges.

Though considering how much he came every time, not to mention how hard he got, often before his pants came off, I got the impression he enjoyed our sexy sessions as much as I did.

It was an oversight. An honest mistake really. We both got so caught up in the moment that neither of us particularly noticed when he was about to unleash his mighty torrent. Usually, he would have gotten it into my mouth, letting me taste his sweetness.

There wasn’t really time for that though, there were really only three options for his load to go. In my pussy, up my ass or on my back. Being the sweetheart he was, Ragnar chose the path of least harm.

I’d never felt cum on my back before. It was new if not entirely unpleasant. A bit sticky, but also since and warm. Without a word, Ragnar went to get a warm, damp towel and wiped me down.

“Sorry about that.”

“No problem at all,” I assured him, blushing.

Truthfully, a nagging voice in the back of my head had been screaming at me since the first time, wondering