*~*April 2019 - New York City*~*

It's dark and warm in his car. I wiggle around to get cozy in the heated seat, stretching out my legs and humming softly. The streets are eerily quiet right now and businesses zoom by in a whirl of color. It's my second night in New York, fresh from a preview of Diana the musical on Broadway.

I allow my mind to wander to the events leading up to this moment.

My head tilts and I smile at my escort tonight. It's none other than the composer, my lifelong crush, and my...creative muse. David Bryan...oh David fucking Bryan. Yeah...that one. From Bon Jovi. A man that's been a mystery for many years. He's been a gentleman...flirtatious and touchy but a gentleman nonetheless.

He's why I'm here. The reason why I flew from my quiet home in the south to this...city of chaos. A city where I only know one person. A person who can disappear quickly. No pressure there.

Yesterday he met me at Penn Station and took me out for lunch. My first encounter with NYC pizza. Took all I had not to stuff my face. Instead, Dave inundated me with questions about the fan page I created for him six years back. He made me feel as though I was the one being interviewed!

My nerves were getting the better of me. His full attention is on me, his body leaning forward. He gave me his thoughts on the page, corrected wrong information and agreed to do an interview I'd requested a year ago.

"Anything off limits?"

His lips curl into a smirk. "For you...no..."

I take a deep breath, feeling a rush of excitement. "Good," I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest. "I have some questions that I've been dying to ask you for years."

It was too beautiful not to take advantage of the outdoors. We found a quiet area near the harbor and I took out my book with all the notes and questions I'd written down.

He nods, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Came prepared?"

I peer up from my notes and bat my eyelashes slowly. "If I didn't, my anxiety would fucking paralyze me. We'll work up to the more...personal questions." I hit record on my phone and placed it between us on the table.

"Hope you have some good ones. Not the same old shit everyone asks," he chuckles and takes a deep gulp from his water bottle.

"No pressure there...how are you feeling as the Diana premiere approaches?"

"We're all excited. The cast and crew have been workin' hard on tightening up the performance and fixin' any issues that come up."

The whole time we're talking, I can't help but feel those bright blue eyes piercing my soul and dancing up and down my body. Was he trying to size me up?

His fingers brush against my arm, sending shivers down my spine. His touch is gentle, yet firm, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. His words are mesmerizing, and I find myself getting lost in them.

I cross my legs and my short black skirt rides up my thigh...just enough to tease him. Didn't think he would actually notice. But...he did. His eyes darted down and he licked lips. "Nice boots," he says with a smirk and I make a small show of my black suede over-the-knee boots. I lean forward and my breasts stretch the plunging neckline of my shirt.

"Only the nicest for my favorite man," my unfiltered mouth replies and I blush. David's eyes widen, and desire is written all over his face.

It's true though. I did want to look nice for him. Dave apparently had the same idea, wearing an airy black button-down shirt. Enough of the buttons were undone just to the top of his stomach, showing off a great view of his Joker tattoo and chest hair. He would have known this was my weakness from posts I've made. Not a huge secret.

But his smell. Oh god, he smells amazing. Warm and spicy with a hint of leather. Fuck I could eat him up! A cool breeze brushes over me and I shiver. He places a hand on my thigh and tightens his grip slightly.

"Cold?" he asks.

"A little." I shiver again, trying to shake the goosebumps away. He moves closer, his breath brushing against my ear.

"Let me warm you up," he whispers, and his hand moves up my leg.

He seemed to enjoy making me jump as his fingers lightly brushed over my thigh. Little does he know of the moisture seeping through my panties at those fingertips. His eyes were so bright blue they looked like crystals, glinting in the sunlight.

They moved slowly over my face, drinking in my features. My hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, exposing my neck. Those eyes lingered on the curve a moment longer.

As I'm talking and referring to my endless notes, he pulls my notebook from me and shuts it. "Rather than reading, just talk to me like a normal man and ask what you really want," he says in an almost challenging tone.

My eyes narrow and I sip my drink. "Jackass," I mutter.

"What was that?"

"You're a jackass...for taking my notes. I'm not a professional interviewer, ya know! Fine. You've always been a private guy...what changed? Now you're all over social media, taking video inside your home and Jovi air. Plus you've been outspoken about Richie leaving. Why now?"

His eyes widened. "I dunno...why not?" He laughs and takes a sip of his beer. "Just never bothered with it before. But I'm here now. For you." His eyes gleam with a double meaning and I have to roll my eyes.

"Pfft, sure you are."

"My kids are grown. I'm no longer Jon's little keyboardist in the shadows to kick around. I have huge success outside the band and, in my old age, I don't care about Jon's restrictions. I still love my privacy and that won't change, but I don't feel the need to stay closed off completely."

"So what's the real reason you're here?" I ask.

"The off the record reason?" I nod at his question. "Maybe I'm here for a crazy stalker fangirl that I admire and respect."

"Is there any other kind?" I laugh and melt over his breathy chuckle. "You've stalked me online too, ya know?"

"I'm serious. You're intelligent, well spoken and you never fail to make me..."

"Make you what?"

"Perk up," he says with an evil smirk.

"You know more and more fans are talking about you..."

"Thanks to you and your website," he teases. "You know I appreciate everything you do." He crosses his arms and tilts his head, eyes sparkling in the sunlight, and leans in towards me. "Best free publicity ever!

"You're one hell of a man and I think you deserve more recognition than you get. Looks, personality, humor, and talent rolled into one." I smile and blush. The questions go on and on. Broadway...his family...Bon Jovi...he's even a sport and does a rapid-fire of his favorites and dislikes. Things I've collected from the fans.

But that's not the end. He surprises me with his own questions about my career, hobbies, my love of music and writing. "You know...your little fanfiction stuff isn't secret. We all know about that shit."

"Yeah and y'all probably jack off to the hotter stuff," I snort and roll my eyes.

"I can neither confirm nor--"

"Oh fuck you, Bryan," I laugh, "I know y'all are perverts."

"Born and raised in the gutter, baby." He smirks and winks at me, wiggling his eyebrows. Not sure how long we talked for. Four or five hours. So long that we grab a couple burgers from a street vendor nearby.

When he finally finishes his questions, his face lightens up when I mention the show tomorrow night. "Where's your seat?"

"Orchestra...further back, sadly."

"You know...Colton decided to stay behind at the last minute. Something about a home closing. You should come sit with me instead."

I give him a suspicious, yet flirty side-eye. "Are you asking me...or was that a demand, Mr. Bryan?"

A noticeable blush crept across his cheeks and, rather than a smirk, his flirty side breaks and he chuckles. "That did come out a little bossy, didn't it?"

"A little." I said with a wink.

"Consider it...a suggestion."

"Well...I accept your...suggestion...enthusiastically."

"Perfect! I'll pick you up at your hotel around 1 pm tomorrow? We planned on going for lunch before heading to the theater." He stands and stretches, holding out his hand to me. I take it gratefully. "Come on...no need to walk. I'll drive you back to your hotel."

The sun has started to set over the Hudson, painting the horizon in lines of orange and yellow. We chat over music and...shit...I don't remember laughing this much! Several eyes stare in the hotel lobby as he walks me up to my room, hand placed protectively on my lower back.

"So I'll see you tomorrow then!" I cringe to myself. My voice had sounded far too excited and fangirlish, something I've tried hard to keep under wraps. But when he leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek, that fangirl started doing backflips and screaming.

"Until then, darlin'."

I hesitated a few moments, watching him walk to the elevators then rushed to my room and immediately texted my best friend.

Then tonight. Oh...tonight. His wife had joined us for lunch with his daughter, Gabby, who was a total sweetheart. Lexi, however, had a fake smile plastered on her face. Every time I caught her eye, she gave me this contemptuous glare as though I'd offended her.

The show was wonderful and we all went backstage to meet the cast. He was gracious and introduced me to the leads, each friendly and excited to "meet the face behind the page". They all took photos with me and signed my playbill.

Honestly, I would have gone back home happy as a pig in mud if that was the end...but it wasn't.

David mentioned the private party to his family but both had very early commitments the next morning. This left me and him to our own devices. Dangerous...I know. So we went to the party, socializing and drinking to our heart's content. Lots and lots of drinks.

After hours of partying and rubbing shoulders with Broadway sponsors, cast and crew, I'd found it harder to focus on conversation with the copious amounts of alcohol. Dave kept a close eye on me and never strayed far, even taking my hand and leading me around.

I found myself swaying to the music and his arms wrapped around my waist. His fingers played with my dress sash and I stretched to look over my shoulder at him.

"How about we get you back?" He whispered in my ear, his breath warm with whiskey washing over my skin.

"What? No...I don't want to leave you just yet," I pout up at him.

He chuckles against my neck and pulls away. "Who said anything about you leaving me?"

"You did..." I murmur with another pout.

"Nah, darlin'," he said, his tone sweet and low. He rests his forehead against mine. "I think it's about time we get more...privacy..."

I smirk up at him and allow myself to be led out into the bustling city. The valet drives up his Mercedes and Dave opens the door for me. "Such a gentleman," I tease and slide into the dark car.

He smirks and leans over, kissing my cheek. Just the softest caress of his lips. "Let's get you strapped in safely, darlin." He pulls the safety belt down and pins me into the seat with his arm. "Wouldn't want you getting away from me, would we?"

Dear god he's close...his bright blue eyes burning into my soul. "Depends," I coo sweetly.

He clicks the belt in place and grins. "On?"

I look up through long lashes and whisper, "If you'd chase me...and what'd you do to me after..." A breath catches in my throat when his hand cupped my neck, his thumb pressing in on my airway.

"I wouldn't chase you," he rumbles. "I'd make you want me. And I wouldn't stop until I had you exactly where I wanted you. Every inch of you. And I wouldn't just touch you. I'd taste you. Feel you. Worship you. My sweet, sweet prey." He leans in closer, his lips almost touching mine. I shiver, feeling a heat spreading through my body.

He straightens up and closes the door, leaving me speechless as he pulls smoothly into traffic. We sit in silence, the radio no more than background noise. Bright lights and marquees flash by as the car weaves through Broadway and Times Square.

I roll my head to smile at him. He looks beautiful with that half cocked smirk I always melt for and curls framing his face. "What about your party?" The words come out as a whimper. I don't want him missing out on the fun. "No need to miss things because of me."

"It's not about you, darlin'," he replies, his voice soft and low and slides his hand onto my thigh. "It's about what I want. And right now, what I want is you." Oh shit...I force the fangirl in me to remain quiet and bite my lip.

"And you choose to strap me into your car?"

He chuckles softly, his eyes on the road. "Don't worry, darlin'. I'll be a good boy and take you back to the hotel." He winks at me and I feel my heart skip a beat.

I purr like a kitten and moan as his thumb circles and presses harder against my sensitive flesh. We come to a red light and he leans over, catching me by surprise and pressing his lips to mine.

My heart jumps into my throat, desire burning me from the inside out. Butterflies flutter happily in my belly. I try to close my eyes and relax but they remain locked on him. Those mystical and magnetic eyes, holding me in place while the Earth spins around us.

Jesus fuck his lips are soft and my hand reaches for his hair, the curls encasing us like a cacoon. This isn't some casual kiss a Jovi fan would get on stage. This is...oh fuck. This is amazing.

David's lips move against mine, his tongue warm and inviting. His hands roam my body, his touch sending shockwaves through my veins. I moan into his mouth, my fingers digging into his hair.

The car behind us honks angrily and we both laugh, snapped out of our moment of bliss. He sits back in his seat and continues driving, his hand still firmly in my lap. My mouth remains agape and I stare blankly out the window, my breathing shaky.

"You okay?" He asks.

I swallow and nod my head. "Yeah...that was just really...nice."

He laughs and squeezes my thigh. "Nice? Is that all it was to you?"

I turn to look at him, feeling my cheeks flush with heat. "No...I mean...it was more than just nice. It was..." I struggle to find the right words. "It was...amazing." I trail off, feeling a sense vulnerability wash over me.

David nods and smiles, his fingers still toying with my thigh. "I knew you'd like it, darlin'. I'm just getting started." I shiver at his words, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

I grin to myself and glance down at his hand, sliding my own over it and tracing around each finger. He gives my leg another squeeze and this time I can't hold back the moan that escapes my throat. My heart flutters and my skin prickles. I feel like a schoolgirl with her first crush...well...I guess technically I am. He was my childhood crush.

All I can hear from the driver's seat is his deep breathing. I inhale deeply and open my legs slightly, a silent invitation and his hand glides between them. Just him exploring and taking the street turns easily. His knuckles nudge at my panties and I whimper.

"Dave..." I whisper, my voice becoming strained. His fingers tighten on my panties, pushing them tight against my heated skin.

"Tell me if I cross the line," he whispers. "I won't force you into anything." He doesn't try to move my panties or dress, just soft caresses.

I run my hand up his arm and feel every ripple of his muscles. He tenses up and I can tell he's really enjoying this as much as I am. I let my fingers trace up to his face and into his hair, twirling a few strands around my finger.

"You have amazing hair," I say, complimenting what I've always found attractive about him. "For a man, I didn't expect your curls to be this soft." I massage down to his scalp and he lets out a groan.

"Keep playing with it and we won't make it to the hotel," he growls and a tingle travels up my spine. I don't know if that's a promise or a threat but I wouldn't want it any other way.

Whether it's my body language or my whimpering, he slides a single finger under my panties and caresses my slit. I gasp at the contact, a touch I've prayed to the highest angels to feel just once.

He's slow and deliberate, making sure I'm able to enjoy every sensation and every sensation is of him. I keep my eyes locked on his eyes, watching them burn and devour me. Every instinct tells me to look away and warn him off.

You're not meant to be with him. He's a rock star. You don't know his history, his baggage, his secrets...

"Daaaave," I breathe in the darkness and my legs spread further apart. I'm like a puppet on his strings. I can't tell him to stop. If I stopped now, I'd never be the same.

God...I have to know...

He chuckles and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. "You're wet, darlin'," he says, stating the obvious. "Did I do this to you, baby?"

"Yes," I moan. "Every time..." He pauses and brushes a finger across my clit, making me buck slightly into his touch. "Fuuck." My toes curl and I let out a soft purr. It's crazy how simple touches and words can make me feel so much.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

"No," I whisper. "I need you to keep going."

He smiles and I can feel the heat radiating off his body. His fingers continue to explore me, sliding in and out of my folds with ease. "Don't worry, darlin'. I won't stop until you come." His words are a promise and a threat, equal parts desire and danger. And I want both. His touch is gentle but firm, and I lift my ass to meet him.

He continues to stroke my clit with his fingers, gradually increasing the pressure and speed. I arch my back and grasp onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. The pleasure is building inside of me, threatening to break free at any moment.

"Hmm," he hums, "I can smell you from here, baby...you're soft and warm." His finger slips into my folds and I suck in a breath. He slides it back out and traces my clit with his fingertips. I'm already grinding myself against his hand, desperate for more stimulation.

"Don't stop..."

"That's it, babygirl...hump my fingers...I know you want to," he murmurs in a slight sing-song as he slips another finger inside. He pumps them in and out with whispers of "Good girl." His voice is teasing. Every whimper from me only eggs him on, his eyes glow with delight and desire.

I close my eyes and feel the sensations build in my body. The pleasure is intense, almost overwhelming. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I cling to him like a lifeline.

"Daaaaave," I moan, my voice strained.

"Just a little more, baby..." he whispers, his fingers still moving inside me, curling and pressing into my sensitive spot.

I arch my back, pushing myself into his hand. My muscles tense up, my breathing becoming more labored. "Dave," I whimper pitifully, "Oh god...shit..."

He chuckles and pulls his fingers out, leaving me teetering on the edge. "Later, baby...we're here..."

"Son of a--" I whine at the lost of his touch the tires squeal as he pulls up to Valet, yanking his fingers from me. The engine cuts off and he's laughing at the vision of me attempting to steady my wobbly knees. I stand up, almost falling back into my seat, and brush myself off.

"You ok?" He asks, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Yeah...I was just..." I pause and try to think of how I can word it delicately. "I got kind of lost in the moment."

Worry crosses his face and the small indent forms between his brows. "If you want me to go, its okay...I'm sorry if I misread an--"

"No no...you didn't misread anything," I cut in. "It was just...an abrupt halt."

The lust returns in his eyes. "Sorry, darlin'. I'll make it up to you." We walk through the quiet lobby arm in arm to the elevators and he whispers, "What room?"

I grin and pull the key card from my purse, still in the small envelope with the room number. "723." He pushes the 7th floor button and I feel his fingers grazing over my lower back.

"How about we try that again...this time without rude interruptions?"

My head snaps up hopefully, eyes wide with excitement and arousal. "Which part?" I ask and gaze up at him under long lashes, my hand grazing over his crotch.

"Let's start...here..." He pulls me against his body, dropping his lips to mine. Sweet and wet, I curl myself around him and our heads tilt this way and that. He playfully teases his tongue with mine and I moan which causes his arms to tighten around my waist.

His touch is intoxicating, sending sparks through my body. I reach down and trace the outline of his erection, feeling him grow harder under my touch. He moans softly and shifts his weight, bringing me closer.

I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, steady and strong. His hands move to my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips are soft and insistent, demanding my attention. I get lost in him, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.

He moves his hand up my back and pulls my hair, tilting my head back slightly to expose my neck. His lips travel down to my collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses that make my pulse quicken. I arch my back, pressing myself against him, wanting more.

The doors ping and slide open. We reluctantly tear apart and step out, an elderly couple giving us dirty looks. My suite is at the very end and it looks like a long fucking walk.

As we make our way down the hallway, David's hand brushes against my thigh and sends a shiver down my spine. "You sure about this, darlin'?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly.

I nod, unable to speak. I can feel the desire coursing through my body, begging to be unleashed. "More than anything," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

"Let me get that," he says, taking the key card from my hand and swiping it through the lock. The light flicks from red to green and I push the door open, feeling his hand at my lower back once again. "After you, darlin'."

"What was it you were saying about making it up to me?" I gesture to him with one finger, flipping on the bedside lights, "and put up the Do Not Disturb sign, will ya?"

"I'd hate to see a sweet pussy go...unfulfilled," he says quietly. "This is cozy."

I can feel his eyes follow me across the room and I drop my purse on the table where a bottle of wine sits. I take two glasses from the small bar and pour the deep burgundy liquid, watching him lay his jacket, keys and wallet on the dresser.

"Can I tempt you, Mr Bryan?" I hold out a glass and he accepts it, his cool fingers brushing mine.

"Too late, darlin'," he whispers, leaning cooly against the table. We drink our wine and quietly size each other up, my eyes settling where his shirt opens to allow a peek of Joker.

This time I close the gap and slide my hands behind his neck, his curls grazing my skin. Maybe it's the alcohol or perhaps the pent up desire I've held for years over this man but I whisper, "I won't tell a soul what happens. I just...need you...please..."

His eyes darken with arousal and the pupils swallow his blue irises. He sets his wine glass down on the table with a thud and grabs my ass, pulling me against him roughly. My heart flutters and my breath catches. His voice is deep and thick. His breath is hot against my neck.

I gasp as I feel the outline of his dick throb against my stomach and he whispers in my ear, "Let's have some fun tonight, baby."

He reaches between us and unties my belt, pulling the back zipper down. His fingertips trail down my spine and I shiver, goosebumps rising along my skin. The flowy green dress pools around my feet and I step from it. I stand in only my matching turquoise bra and thong with intricate black lace detailing and heels.

"Those curves, babygirl...fuck, you're sexy." There's a reverence in his voice I've never heard from any man and a hunger in his eyes I could never forget. His hands travel down my waist and his warm breath washes over me.

My body curls against him and I lean into his hand, which moves down over my hips. He squeezes my fleshy ass and his breath hitches. "The feeling's mutual, handsome," I whimper, arching my back and pressing into him.

"Lay back on the bed," he says firmly, picking up my camera from atop my suitcase. "I wanna capture a Goddess."

I sit on the bed and lean back on my elbows, smiling when he aims the camera at me. His sure hands are posing me. I lift my legs, one at a time and prop my foot on his chest. Another photo and he tosses the camera on the bed.

He slowly unbuckles my shoes and slides each off, tracing my foot with a fingertip and steps between my legs. He hovers over me to unhook my bra masterfully. I shrug it off my shoulders and flutter my eyelashes, whimpering when his tongue sneaks out to flick at my hard nipple.

"Like what you see?"

David moistens his lips and places soft kisses between my breasts and along my belly. "Fuck yeah, baby. You're beautiful."

"Hmm...you're just saying that because you're trying to get me off," I say and wink.

"I wouldn't lie to you, baby."

"You're such a liar," I grin. He laughs and cups my breasts, his thumbs caressing my nipples and his tongue swirling around them. I rock my hips into his touch and moan, losing myself in the sensations.

He nudges my lace-covered pussy with his nose. I lift my hips for him to strip me of my thong. "Mmm look at that glistening pussy, baby," Dave groans and lowers his head between my legs and wraps his lips around my engorged clit.

"Mmm fuck," I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair as he suckles at my nub. I push back against him and take in a deep breath, bracing my fist around the hotel bedding. David's mouth moves against me, sucking gently.

"You like that, babygirl? Fuck you taste so sweet," he growls, his mouth slick with my juices. Up and down my slit he explores with a long flat tongue but it's better than any story or fantasy. Passion and Cloud 9 doesn't begin to describe this man and what he's doing to my body.

"Fuuuck....yes, Daddy," I moan, "more...please..."

"Call me Daddy again, baby. I like that," he breathes, circling my clit with his tongue and pausing to flick his tongue along the tender nub. He moves his mouth lower, licking at my entrance. I can feel his tongue sliding inside me, pushing deeper with each stroke. My head is thrown back against the pillow, my moans filling the hotel room.

Then those fingers...oh dear god those fingers. So confident and sure in their movements, he slides them into me and I'm lost.

"Oh...my...God," I moan, my head falling back and my breathing heavy. "Yes, Daddy."

I'm truly jealous of any organ, keyboard or piano that is privileged enough to have these fingers on their keys. First two...then three... I glance down to see his eyes staring at me, blue on brown. A vision that will be burned into my memory for life.

"You like my fingers, baby?" he whispers, his breath hot against my pussy.

I wrap my legs around him and arch my back, bringing my knees up to my chest. The friction of his light stubble and heat of his tongue drives me wild and I rock my hips into his touch. David groans and licks up my insides, sending chills up my spine and making me weak in the knees.

He reaches for my hand and I bury my fingers into his curls, tugging desperately for him to get closer. "Jesus, fuck...please...fuck..."

"Use me," he mumbles, barely audible.

I grind myself into his nose and mouth, my back arching and my pussy squeezing his fingers. "Don't stop...please...oh fuuuuuck I'm gonna cum, Daddy...oh god make me cum..." I moan, incoherently.

David growls and sucks my clit hard, curling his fingers deep inside me. He hums and the vibrations send me over the edge. My pussy clenches around his fingers as I moan and writhe under his mouth. My eyes roll in the back of my head and I scream as waves and waves of orgasms consume me.

I'm dimly aware that he's lapping up my juices but that fades into the background as pure bliss. He continues to flick his tongue against my clit until the waves of pleasure subside.

My body goes limp and I'm desperately trying to catch my breath as he kisses his way up to my face. I can taste myself on his lips and it's strangely arousing. He grinds his hips into mine and I feel his throbbing cock through his jeans.

"There's only one problem, baby," I whisper, my fingers teasing his back. "You're still wearing clothes."

"I'm sure you can help with that," he groans into my neck.

"You got to take your time exploring...now it's my turn," I moan and tug at his shirt. I slide each button of his shirt through their respective holes. My fingers curl into his chest hair, one trait that could get my mouth watering, and slip the shirt off his shoulders.

"I can't take my hands off you," he moans, his voice raspy. He raises up to his knees and tosses the shirt off into a forgotten corner. I lick my lips as he removes his belt, pulling it painfully slowly through its loops.

"But I want to play." I wrap my fingers into his waistband, pulling him closer to me. He chuckles and leans in to kiss me as I unbutton and unzip his jeans. He pushes them to the floor and tugs me into his arms, my legs and sopping pussy straddling his knee.

Chest to chest. God he smells delicious. Like leather and sandalwood with my pussy mixed in. "Been a while since I've had a beautiful woman look at me like that," he whispers. My head swims and I smirk at him, my arms clasped firmly around his neck.

"Well, I've never had a man who drank my orgasm tears like they were the last drink he'd ever have," I whisper and kiss him. My tongue darts into his mouth and I taste him, enjoying the dominance of the position.

"You've got no complaints from me. I'm a thirsty man." He growls and slips a hand under my ass, cupping my pussy. He slowly rocks his palm against me as I grind against it. It's not enough. I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his cock, slowly pumping him up and down. "Fuck that feels good."

His fingers weave through my dark hair, lips dropping to mine in a deep kiss and I taste us together. His tongue teases along the top then bottom and I part them in response. I gladly accept his gift and return it with equal fervor. He tastes like my pussy and I savor it.

"I've waited my whole life to have you to myself," I breathe against his lips.

"So now that you have me, what do you plan on doing with me?"

"Up against the pillows," I say, sliding away from him. My voice echoes through my own head. I wanna savor this man that was once out of reach, unattainable. A glorious rockstar to make women swoon. Yet here and now, he's the one swooning and follows my instructions.

He lays propped up by pillows, illuminated by the soft orange glow of the lamp and watching me climb onto the bed. I crawl between his legs, running my fingers along each calf and knee, learning each curve of his body...one that I've admired and daydreamed about for years.

That body now lays open to me, free for the offering. I straddle his lap and snuggle against him, his hands cupping my ass and kneading the ample flesh. His chest hair tickles my nipples and I start at his ear and nibble on the lobe, playing with the three shiny diamond hoops.

I softly bite along his strong jaw to his chin and capture his bottom lip between mine. He growls and his breath is warm. It washes over my body and he fills me up like the finest whiskey on a winter's night.

"Fuck" is all he can manage and I wink at him. He smirks and gives my ass a playful spank. I can't hold back the giggle that escapes my lips and he spanks me again.

"Mmm you enjoy spanking?"

"Maybe..." he replies wryly and spanks my ass a third time, this time harder.

"Maybe?!" I squeak and dig my nails into his shoulders.

"Squeeze your thighs around me."

My eyes shoot open. "I'm sorry...what?"

He laughs and I yank on his earlobe. He tries to squirm away but I keep a good grip on him and force him to look me in the eyes. "You're...plushier than any woman I've been with in a long time...please...one thigh squeeze for me?" I slide my arms around his neck, tits right up to his face and squeeze him like a boa constrictor.

"Fuck," he moans and spanks me again, his teeth biting softly into one tit.

"This is what you wanted?" My fingers play with his curls.

"Do it again." I slide my thighs even tighter around him and grind against him. He groans and leans back to thrust his hips up. "Goddamnit, baby."

"I'm going to make you beg," I warn and kiss him. "I like it hard and rough. Think you can keep up?"

He grins and bites my lower lip. "You'll find out. Keep pushing those buttons, Little Girl."

I move down and suckle his Adam's apple, into the hollow of his neck. His chest is rising and falling evenly. Oh the control he's trying to keep. Gotta admire the will power. I nuzzle my nose into his chest hair and inhale his scent, tracing over his Joker tattoo with my fingers.

My tongue darts out for a taste of his hard perky nipples. "Mmm...yummy," I moan and he blushes. I suckle back on one nip and he arches towards me. "You're a sensitive one, huh?"

"Damn straight, baby."

I continue my journey south, kissing and licking down the center of his belly. I come to the waistband of his black silky briefs and work them over his hips. Barely there kisses along his happy trail and getting closer to where my prize is confined.

My eyes go wide as I set him free, standing tall and proud just for me and I give the dark purple head a kiss. I slide further and strip him of the offending garment, pausing to capture the scene before me. He's circumcised, has a thick girth and growing to an impressive eight inches, that tip glistening for a warm mouth or pussy to embrace it.

His legs are spread and his hand has found its way to his shaft, gently squeezing up and down. The head oozes and I lick my lips, spreading my pussy lips so he can see just how wet he makes me. He's watching me, his eyes full of lust and longing.

"Fuck...I wanna bury my cock in that juicy pussy." He's begging now and it's music to my ears. I bury two fingers into my warmth and cover them in my juices. He licks his lips and grabs my hand, sucking off my pussy juice one by one.

I moan and want more than anything to sheath that glorious cock. But I need to pace myself and savor every minute...every inch. I crawl between his legs and lean in, placing feather light kisses up his thighs and hips, nuzzling my nose into the soft nest of dark blonde curls and press my lips along the shaft.

"Mmm good girl," he whimpers and his cock twitches. The musky smell of a man surrounds me and my pussy drips onto the bedspread.

"Fuck you taste good, Daddy," I moan and see him grinning at me.

"Suck it, baby."

My tongue drags along the underside from base to tip, the large vein pulsing blood and David groans. Under that beautiful purple mushroom head and along each ridge, I memorize the layout...the map of a cock I've desired. All for me.

Finally I relent and wrap my lips around the head, tongue teasing that tiny hole and I slurp up the clear liquid. His fingers are in my hair, guiding me down his cock further and further until he rests deep in my throat.

"Fuuuck, baby...oh fuuuck suck my cock, babydoll," he grunts and I hum happily, his body shivering from the vibrations. I contract and relax my throat rhythmically, hollowing my cheeks as I pull up. His fingers twist in my hair painfully, but I don't mind. I want to please this man.

My hand grips the shaft with firm strokes as I'd seen him use and I venture down, taking each of his balls into my mouth and rolling them around. He's panting from the feeling of a new hand and mouth working him up the pleasure mountain. I lick back up his cock and he's staring down at me.

"Do you know..." Down to the base and up to the tip. "How long..." Down and up. "I've been waiting..." Down and up. "To taste you..." Down and up. "And feel you..." Down and up. "Inside me?"

He looks down at me, his breathing labored. "As long as I can remember."

I grin. "Liar. You just met me."

"Yeah, but I've been thinking about you..." He grabs my arms and yanks me up to him, kissing me hard. I squeak in surprise and moan into his mouth.

His hands cup my ass, gently rolling me onto my back and hovering over me. He lays between my legs, but takes care not to enter me just yet. His lips make their way from mine, down my jawline and to my neck.

"You're so warm, baby," he whispers in my ear, his hot breath raising goosebumps on my skin.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him passionately, feeling his cock slipping into my wet folds and teasing my clit. "And your skin is so cool," I murmur, raking my nails down his back and he moans.

He grinds against me, pressing his cock into my pussy lips and clit. My back arches off the bed as I try to force him inside of me. His lips find my nipples and he sucks one into his mouth while pinching and rolling the other between his fingers.

"Please, Daddy...I need you inside of me," I whimper.

"Say my name...I wanna hear my name on your lips as you beg for it," he growls, nipping my sensitive skin.

My hand slides between us and wraps around his dick, a sweet whimper slipping from my lips. "I need you inside me, David...my David..."

"Good girl," he groans. His hips thrust forward, filling me completely and my eyes roll back in my head. "Damn you're tight, babygirl."

"Ahh fuck!" He's bigger than any guy I've been with and takes his time stretching my pussy, inch by inch and in no rush for the climax. This man is breaking me into a million pieces and the room is swirling around me. "Shit...shit...more..."

His hand cups my cheek and he silences my words with his lips. He's buried to the hilt and rocks against me, his pubic hair setting the nerves in my clit ablaze. "No screaming," he whispers in my ear. "I only wanna hear your soft moaning and panting...just for me, baby."

I nod. "Yes...yes, sir."

"That's my good girl." He starts to move and I'm in heaven, his thrusts long and unhurried, filling me completely. His lips find their way to my straining breasts and he sucks greedily on my nipples, grazing them with his teeth.

A light sheen of sweat glistening on both of us and our aromas dancing around the bed. He strokes in with slow deep thrusts, pulling out until only the tip is inside my body then presses back in. I'm struggling to catch my breath and exhale a shallow moan.

"You feel so damn good," he growls in my ear.

"Oh god, daddy please," I moan, my legs beginning to tremble. "H-Harder... please David..." I moan, feeling the heat building between my legs.

"Mmm yeah, baby...feels so good..." He pulls out slightly and I cry out in frustration, but he quickly thrusts back in, harder this time. I arch my back and wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to move faster. He complies, his thrusts becoming faster and more intense.

The room spins around me and I feel dizzy with pleasure. His cock slams into me again and again, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. The bed creaks underneath us and I can feel the sheets bunching up around our writhing bodies.

"I'm close, Daddy," I whimper, my muscles tightening around him.

"Mm...I like the sound of that," he murmurs, "I need you to come for me, babydoll." He begins a slow, steady increase in speed, his lips finding their way to my neck, his teeth nipping and kissing. "Fuck, I need it..."

"Yes...yes, oooh god..." I'm buckling beneath his touch, his fingers digging into my hips as he urges me on.

My arms are wrapped around his body, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. I can feel the sweat dripping down his back and my fingertips sink into his flesh. My breathing is coming out in sharp pants and I whimper as pain flares in my lower belly.

"Ohh shit...ohhh fuck. Cum for me, baby," he groans as he slams into me harder and faster. "I want you to cum for me. Just for me..."

His pace picks up and he angles my ass up, legs wrapped around his waist, so his cock can rub into my sweet g-spot. My back arches and I reach behind me to grip the headboard. Our eyes never leave each other, lightning crackling between us as he fucks me.

"H-harder...oh god harder...please...I need it...please, daddy..." My belly tightens and I hear him growl, wetness spraying from my pussy onto our bodies. My first ever squirting orgasm. I bear down, using the headboard for leverage and David isn't stopping.

"Shit...fuck...so goddamn tight...gonna cum..." he grits out. I feel his balls tighten against my ass and he grips my hips hard enough to bruise. I'm in the middle of an orgasm that won't end and David's cock is pounding into me, stretching my pussy lips to the limit and beyond.

"Fuck make me cum again, Daddy!"

Tears stream from my eyes and he kisses me once more, quickening his thrusts and assaulting my pussy in a way that sends me barreling over into oblivion. Nothing exists except him groaning my name and filling me up to the brim with his hot cum.

He keeps going, adding his fingers between us and stroking my clit in time with his cock. My eyes roll back as a tiny scream escapes my lips and I lose myself a second time, spraying us with my own cum again.

I'm shaking when he collapses on me, panting and sweating, two spent bodies coming down from the highest of highs. He's still supporting himself on his knees, arms under my neck. His lips find mine, kiss-swollen and tingling.

We lay like this for several minutes...or hours...or perhaps a lifetime until he whispers, "Fuck."

"My sentiments too." We laugh and he withdraws from my body. I whimper. He rolls onto his back and lets me snuggle into his side, playing with his damp chest hair and pendant. I place a few kisses on his chest and tuck myself into him. "Hey DB?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you neutered?"

He cracks up and kisses my forehead. "No worries, I was neutered at 45. Where did that come from??"

I shrug in his embrace. "Making sure I don't have to run to a pharmacy. Seemed pertinent at the second."

"Yeah, yeah," he grins, "I'm clean and sterile, baby." His hands caress my back and feel my eyes flutter, listening to the beating of his heart. "Do you think I could keep you around for a few more days?" The question makes me smile.

I glance up at him and get a delicious kiss. "As many as you want."

"Good, because I don't want to let you go," he says, "not just yet."

I kiss him back and press my body into his. "Then don't." We stay like this for a long time, listening to each other's breathing. I find my voice at last and ask while stroking his chest with my fingertips, "Do you have to go soon or..."

"I'm working in New York this week...alone. Lex is back home," he responds with a grin and kisses my forehead. "I'm not going anywhere, babydoll." I grin back and press my lips to his. "Now, do Daddy a favor and get on all fours. I'm far from done with you."