I nodded, trying to dowse my own roaring emotions at this new information. I downed my second glass of bubbly while they scrambled out the door. Blake lifted my glass to pour a third while saying, “Yeah, there’s that.”
I tried to stifle my anger. After all, I’d been married. He put the glass down, dragged his shirt off, and lifted me to him.
I calmly asked, “Where do we go from here?”
“You come with us.”
My eyes narrowed, “How am I going to do my job while traveling with you?”
“You won’t need to work. Shit, you can blog about our travels.”
“And join your other women?”
Impatience flashed over his face, “There are no other women.”
“That’s not what they said!”
That wildness flew over his face as his thumb grazed my lips, “It’s been a few months. We’ve both had pasts. Let’s leave it at that.”
I silently nodded, knowing he was right but still irked at the situation. I grabbed the glass of champagne and downed it but, before I could grab the bottle, he pulled me to him, “You’re gorgeous when you’re angry.”
His mouth dropped to mine, firm and demanding, which sent my hormones reeling all over again. After a searing kiss, he pulled back and I realized my ire was fueling his arousal.
My eyes narrowed, “You’ve changed. When did pissing women off start turning you on?”
Laughing, he claimed, “Pissing women off doesn’t do shit but pissing you off fires me up.”
His hand landed on my ass hard and I pushed at him, “Jesus, Blake, what the fuck?”
His dark laughter and wild look made me even madder. Just knowing he was doing it to get his rocks off had me clenching my teeth. He pulled his hand back again to slap my ass.
I growled, “Don’t you…!”
His hand made contact a split-second before he pushed me down. Enraged now, I shoved at his chest which brought thrilled and heated laughter rumbling out of him. The realization that I was fueling him was beside the point. I was so mad that I couldn’t stop now.
He grabbed my flailing arms and pinned them to my side, lowering his face to mine with raw lust brewing in his eyes. His lips stopped above mine to whisper, “Show me what you got!”
“NO!”
He brought my wrists together to free one hand and roughly pinched my nipple, causing me to jerk under him and screech. My temper got the best of me, sending me into an angry writhe.
“Oooh… yeah! That’s it!”
His raw lust shot me into fury. I fought him with everything I had but his teeth slammed onto my neck, showing me who was boss and driving my passion off the charts. I went from fighting to tearing at his clothing. His dark laughter simultaneously amplified my ache and fueled my anger, benefiting his wildness until he’d shredded my clothes right off me.
By this time, I was panting under him while he was holding me down and promising to boldly rock my fucking world. My ragged moaning begs were probably heard by the other band members as he wrestled me over onto my stomach to slap my bare ass. I cursed and fought while my blood boiled from his roughness and my pussy ached for him to boldly fuck it.
He dragged me to the end of the bed. I tore the bed sheets off, sliding them down but I went limp when his fingers thrust inside me. He pumped me into slickness before rubbing my ass and driving a thumb inside, scooting me up the bed. Whimpering, I pushed into the bed and ground into his hand.
He pumped both holes, firing me into a state of need where I was begging him to tear me up. Spanking my ass with his bare hand, he asked, “What do you want?”
“Damn it, Blake!”
I tried to pull myself back up the bed but he fucked me harder, collapsing me onto the bed in a writhing mess while he hissed, “Tell me what you want me do.”
I cried, “Fuck it-fuck my ass!”
He crawled over me, pinned me to the bed by the nape of my neck while I ground against him. I’d only had anal with him but the memories always haunted me. He slowly entered me, making me beg him to wreck me all over again. Instead of doing what I desperately wanted, he slowly slid into me while digging his fingers into my ass cheeks.
I thrust backwards into him, gasping my pleas but he held my hips, mercilessly teasing me into begging louder. He finally plowed inside, pumping furiously into me. I collapsed to my elbows and sank into the mattress in a boneless, whimpering heap. He pulled me over, stroking my clit while rocking his hips sideways.
I immediately seized on the bed as my pussy began to clench, sending waves of bliss wrecking my mind and body. His fingers drove inside, fucking my pussy while his cock thumped in my ass. I gushed on him, queefing liquid while he growled in satisfaction. At that point, I could have died happy as long as he continued granting me pleasure.
His fingers tugged, slid, and fucked before spreading my slit wide as he curled his hips and jerked inside me. I slapped the bed, grabbing the sheet and bucking my hips against his pumping cock. Even though I knew he came, he pulled out and slammed into my pussy to fuck me even harder. My nipples heaved into the air as my mouth gaped.
Wet noisy queefs drenched the air but his dark tone sliced through them, “Yeah, Baby, juice that cock up!”
He fucked me up the bed, turning me onto my side and driving even deeper. I curled backward around his bent knee, soaking the bed sheets with my queefs as my body turned into a fluid heap from the feminine bliss flooding through me.
He shoved a hand into my hair, kissing my neck and whispering in my ear, “Marry me, Baby. We’re too good together.”
I weakly looked up at him, “Are you serious?”
He nodded, “Believe me, I’m dead serious.”
I frowned, “Are you planning on pissing me off every time we fuck?”
Laughing, he pulled out and lifted me to him, “You fucking better believe it!”
I slapped his shoulder but grinned, “Okay.”
Completely awed that he’d thoroughly demolished my senses, I said, “You know, you could have done any damn thing you wanted and I would have accepted it.”
He grinned, “Yeah?”
I laughed at his thoughtful expression, “What are you planning?”
He wouldn’t tell me while we took a shower even though I bugged him relentlessly. Afterward, I logged onto my laptop to try to write my blog but couldn’t concentrate with him darting glances at me.
I finally stopped and asked, “What?”
“You never did answer me.”
I frowned, “What was the question?”
His eyebrows shot up, “I proposed.”
“I said ‘okay’”
He rose from the bed, “I’d like a little more than a simple okay as if you’re responding to a food order.”
I rolled my eyes, “Yes, Blake, I would love to marry you.”
He nodded, “That’s more like it.”
“Did I bruise your ego?”
He shot me an amused look, “Keep it up and I’m going to bruise something else!”
Tickled that he was human after all, I shut my laptop and slipped my arms around his neck, “Do I need to kiss it and make it better?”
He nodded, “My ego just happens to live in my cock.”
“Damn, you just fucked the hell out of me and now you want a blowjob?”
Grinning, he said, “Blowjobs are always good and you give some damn good head.”
Patting his shoulder, I promised, “Maybe in the morning. Aren’t you tired?”
“Not too tired.”
With a groan, I crawled across the bed we hadn’t drenched, “Seriously, let me surprise you in the morning.”
“Damn, Baby, surprise me? You just told me.”
“Well, okay, if you don’t want…”
He quickly said, “I didn’t say that!”
I laughed as he wrapped around me, whispering words of love along with goodnight. Exhausted, I fell asleep immediately only to wake up in the middle of the night. I had to use the restroom so I tried to ease out from under him but he pulled me to him.
Squirming, I moaned, “Blake, I have to pee!”
He released me so I quickly headed to the restroom, grinning on the way back with plans to wake him up. Unfortunately, he was on his stomach so I curled around him and went back to sleep. I awoke the next morning with him staring at me.