The Rocker's Muse

Emily reached back and cupped my balls. “I’m about to be a raging jealous bitch when all those women throw themselves at you.”

“They can throw themselves all they want, but they’ll never get me.”

She wrapped her hand around my rigid cock. “This is mine.”

I nearly came—I freaking loved possessive Emily.

“What do you want right now?” she asked.

“You sure you want to know?”

“I do,” she breathed.

I tugged at my eager cock. “I want to fuck your mouth.”

Without a second of hesitation, she turned around and lowered her head under the blanket, taking me into her mouth.

Holy shit. I’d fantasized too many times about her going down on me, but nothing felt as good as the moment her sweet, wet mouth wrapped around my cock, her tongue lapping eagerly at my shaft. She sucked gently before swirling her tongue around my crown. When Emily took me all the way down her throat, I tightened my ab muscles like never before to keep from coming.

I moved the bedding aside, because I absolutely needed to see what she looked like doing this to me. Fuck yeah.

Emily repositioned herself so I could see better. She pressed one hand to my balls as she used the other to jerk my cock, pumping me into her mouth as she sucked. How the hell had she learned to give a blow job this good? That was one thought I quickly willed away.

When she made a little humming sound that vibrated down my shaft, I nearly lost it. Fisting my hands, I tightened every muscle in my body to prevent myself from exploding in her mouth. Her lips were covered in my precum, her mouth so damn hot.

When she took me all the way down the back of her throat and gagged, my jaw clenched. Then I shrieked as I lost control, my cum shooting out in multiple hot spurts. Emily swallowed every last drop as I watched intently.

Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at me with the most mischievous smile.

“Damn you…” I laughed, nearly out of breath.

Emily and I had always been incredibly compatible. But knowing just how sexually compatible we were? Damn. All prior complications aside, Emily was the first woman I could envision spending my life with. She satisfied me in every way.

But of course, seeing that everything was going so damn perfectly, the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “I’m too damn old for you.”

She rubbed her thumb along my chin. “What if I have a thing for older men?”

“You’ll never have a normal life dating a rockstar,” I added, pulling another warning out of my hat.

“What if I don’t want a boring, normal life?” She squinted. “If I didn’t know better, Mr. Daltrey, I would think you were trying to push me away right now.”

“I just don’t want you to have regrets…”

“My only regret is not doing what we started last night sooner.”

I leaned my forehead against hers. “You really love me? Like, it’s not some weird daddy thing?”

Her breath tickled my face as she laughed. “If you want it to be, it can. We haven’t role played yet.”

“Don’t think I didn’t think of that when you called me Mr. Daltrey. Everything sets me off lately.”

“Any other excuses you have for why we can’t be together, Mr. Daltrey?” she asked.

It wasn’t enough to stop me from being with Emily anymore, but it did cast a shadow over my happiness. “Do you think Jacob would hate us right now?”

Her smile faded. “I think it would weird him out at first. But if he understood how much we care for each other, he’d be happy for us.” She shrugged. “Maybe he brought me to you somehow. Who knows?”

“Or maybe he hates me even more now that he sees me with you.”