A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,69

hips up at me, wanting my cock to move faster.

Abby let out a whimpering sound and she clamped down on my bottom lip.

I kissed her again and held there.

My right hand touched her side, feeling the perfect curves of her body.

“Reed,” Abby purred as she released her hold on my bottom lip.

I lowered myself down again and stayed there. Filling her up with all of my rock star cock. Pressing down, feeling her warmth take me and pulse, forcing me to be unable to hold back any longer. She wiggled her hips and took control, squeezing me tighter than she had ever done before. She pulled her hips down into the bed just enough to give herself an inch or two to ride me.

And that was it.

I moved my mouth to the back of her shoulder and arched my back as I started to come.

Abby’s body shivered against mine as she took me.

I started to move again.

Slowly… pulling back, pressing forward…

I kissed from the back of one shoulder to another.

Then I kissed down her back.

Inching my cock from her body.

I kept going.

Down to her lower back.

My hands ran up the back of her legs and I cupped her ass.

I put my face forward to her ass and took a deep breath.

“Fuck, honey,” I whispered. “Fuck…”

I moved forward and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

“You did so fucking good today, honey,” I whispered.

“I know.”

I laughed. “You’re a rock star now, Abby.”

“Then why am I in bed with you?” she asked. “We both came. Time for me to go. There’s plenty of other groupie cock for me to have, right?”

“Are guys groupies?” I asked.

“Near me they are,” Abby said. “I’ll make them beg. Including you.”

“Good luck with that,” I said.

“Stop talking, I’m tired,” Abby said.

I held her tight and watched her fall asleep.

When she was out, I snuck out of the bed.

I got myself a drink and wandered out to the recording studio.

Abby told me she and the others were going to record something here soon enough. I really hoped she would. They were good singers. Maybe something could happen. They didn’t need to be a famous band if they didn’t want it. But if they could go sing with other bands and singers, it would probably pay more and feel better than dressing up like a princess and getting made fun of.

I sipped my drink and sat at the piano.

My fingers danced along the keys.

I wasn’t very good.

I could play a few things here and there.

Basically enough to get a woman naked.

That’s all I ever really wanted out of music.

I just got lucky to hook up with Nash, Dex, Jay, and Sab and turn this thing into something huge.

I kept sipping my whiskey and playing piano.

Thinking about life.

Thinking about Abby.

Way too much thinking for my own good.

I wasn’t sure how much time went by, but when I heard the door open, I looked back and saw Abby entering the studio wearing my t-shirt.

It touched just above her knees. Her hair was a mess of sleep and sex. She hugged herself.

“Hey, honey,” I said.

“You weren’t in bed.”

“Thought you were fucking other guys?”

“Shut up, Reed. What are you doing?”

“Just fucking around,” I said. “Thinking about you.”

She walked toward me and I stood up.

My hands touched her sides and I picked her up.

I turned around and sat her on the piano.

“Reed…”

I put her feet on the keys.

The sour notes rang out as I ran my hands up her legs, pushing the t-shirt up so I could see what she wore under it.

The answer was nothing.

“My midnight snack is here,” I said.

I leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh.

She jumped and groaned. “Reed… I just wanted to make sure you were okay…”

“Oh, I’m okay, honey,” I said.

My mouth inched closer to her pussy.

I was goddamn drooling to get my tongue against her slit.

When I flicked my tongue against her, she grabbed the edge of the piano.

I smiled.

“Fuck,” she purred. “I’m glad I woke up…”

“Tell me what you want, honey,” I said.

I moved my tongue against her, up and down, tasting her sweetness, feeling her hips jumping already.

“What I want… just keep going…”

“Oh, I will,” I said. “But tell me what you want from me.”

The tip of my tongue flirted with her clit.

She groaned again. “Right there…”

My hands tightened around her hips and I worked my tongue in all directions at her clit.

This was much better than playing the piano.

I suckled against Abby and then pulled away.

She gasped for a breath and looked