Matt
“Are you sure we have time?”
“I always have time to taste my girl.” I grin, pulling her with me into the empty closest. The concert starts in less than twenty minutes but I need to be inside my girl. We’re barely inside the closet before I’m dropping on my knees to taste her sweet pussy.
Pulling her panties down, I find her dripping with need. With a swipe of my tongue I can taste her essence. She’s salty and sweet at the same time and I love it. I love tasting and feeling her fall apart, but right now as I work her over until she’s a quivering mess, I move away from her and turn her body around as I stand.
With her hands now braced on the wall, she tips her ass back, her back arching so I can fuck her. Lowering my zipper, I pull my cock out and sheath myself with a condom before aligning myself with her entrance.
Slowly I drag myself through her folds. Then even slower, I slide my cock inside her wet heat.
“Shit,” I grunt once I’m fully seated. She’s so tight and snug around me, I swear I could come without even moving. She wiggles her hips and I chuckle.
I know what she needs and I plan on giving it to her. For my girl I’ll give her anything she wants—including a quick fuck doggy-style in a closet.
She’s insatiable.
I pull out until her body twitches for me to reenter her and then slam inside.
Then pull out.
Then slam inside.
Fuck her hard and fast, needing to come inside her but I need her to come, too. Reaching my hand around, I find her clit and rub.
“I’m so close,” she cries out and I can feel my own climax coming. My balls tighten as her walls contract. As her pussy clenches, I allow myself to come.
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Once we are all straightened up, I open the door and lead her back to the main room with the guys. We are met with chuckles when we enter the practice room. It’s obvious by the flush on her face what we were doing.
“Let’s do this, guys.” Ian smirks, holding my guitar out to me.
A month has gone by since our band signed with Shake Records. It’s been a long month of finishing up our gigs and getting ready to hit the studio hard. We’ve been writing songs together as a band and it’s almost time to start recording.
Tonight, I’ll keep my promise to my girl and host a fund-raiser for her portion of the money.
We jump onstage, and I tap the mic a couple of times.
“Excuse me. I’m Matt James, lead singer of Punch-Drunk Kids, and I’m here to give a concert for an amazing cause. All proceeds tonight go to Beta Kappa Nu to help the victim of a tragic fire. If we raise enough money, we can help some adorable puppies too.”
Cheers and hoots sound around the room. Everyone seems amped and ready to rock.
We play the song I know Caroline loves, and I watch her the entire time we perform. She smiles widely, about killing me in the process. I need her. When the set is done, I jump off the stage, heading right toward her. In front of everyone, I tell her everything I’ve been wanting to say.
“In a short time, you’ve become everything to me. I might’ve signed the deal of a lifetime,”—everyone hoots and claps, understanding the meaning of my words—“but I don’t go anywhere you don’t go. It’s you and me. I love you.”
Her breath hitches. Before I have a chance to lean forward, she grabs me by the neck and pulls me into a kiss. Right here in front of an entire auditorium of strangers, I claim my girl.
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