PROLOGUE:
“So, are you really Mike, the Music Stars Manager?” She coos.
She tries to make it sound irresistibly sexy, manufactured in seduction by her overlipped botox lip curling into what I assume is a well-practiced pout.
Lucky for blondie, I’m not feeling too picky today.
I grin with interest. My million dollar smile never wavers. Holding it is a skill I’ve perfected.
It’s a specialty I’ve learned.
The face turns heads.
The body keeps them looking.
Plus my assets.
Growing up a country boy left me with a few advantages. Years of hauling hay, mending fences, and working sunup and sundown carved a broad frame that no gym could imitate. Hard work is etched into every inch of this bronze body.
My stamina is as valuable as my reputation. I’m a fucking stallion raised with lots of horse power and I’m not looking to help this horse get out of holes.
I’m the GQ of brawn and brains. I’m not going to lie, this combination has served me well in the entertainment industry. My career has opened doors to money, influence, and every luxury I could have dreamed of growing up on that farm.
My professional career brings me the finer things in life.
Like Tits and blow jobs.
Not a bad trade for a pair of worn out cowboy boots.
“Yes,” I admit, a slow smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “He’s my client.”
The words leave my lips with an unmistakable edge of confidence.
A hint of sexual tension.
My smirk smooths over the transaction like the buckle on my pants. Her perfectly polished pink nail is loud against the black of my tailored slacks.
“Can you get me backstage?” She asks, all sweetness and practice.
Her hand is already on my zipper.
Her bitten lip trembled to tempt me with a favor.
A favor for a favor.
The zipper parts with agonizing slowness, anticipation hanging between us. The pressure poking through. I don’t even have to wine and dine them anymore.
My hand cups the back of her head, guiding her closer, and helps her down.
Hey, I’m a gentleman…
Cowboy up!
Her eyes stay fixed on mine, testing me, before automatically opening her lips and tongue licks my cock. Flicking at the tip as her spit runs down to my balls.
She’s good.
Confident.
She won’t buck off.
She gives a professional job.
Exactly the kind of distraction fame always seems to attract.
I grip her neck tightly, my thumb slowly rubbing the length of her throat as I hold her gaze.
I begin to thrust with slow, measured control, her hot mouth widens as I penetrate her gasps. Every shallow movement steals another breath.
“Open, sexy,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding, “Let me see you work your throat.”
I tighten my grip just enough to keep her attention, my smile never fading.
She moans like a seasoned performer, a performance porno star. She sucks me in until I hit those tonsils and my cock glides into her soft palate and gags.
She draws another muffled whine, her breath ragged, until I set the rhythm and her vocals whine loud.
I thrust faster.
Her nails shimmer beneath the lights as they dig into my thighs, tightening their hold.
“That’s it,” I grunt, my voice rough. “Just like that. Oh, fuck… take me deeper!”
She’s groaning a reply, whatever, I’m to the hilt past her reflexes.
My hand fists in her hair as I thrusted faster.
“Suck harder. Don’t stop… let me feel those fucking ridges.”
I tip my head back, but lower my gaze to fixate on her beneath my heavy lashes. A rough groan escapes me as I roll my hips, surrendering to the suctioning.
“FASTER, GORGEOUS!”
I grasp the sides of her head, clenching her hair to holding her steady as I drive the pace to fuck her mouth. A strained groan vibrates through, gagging, as she fights to keep up.
Heat coils low in my gut, my nuts tighten, stimulating my pulsating cock to blow. Sensing her need for air, I ease back just enough to give her a chance to breathe.
I pull halfway out.
She coughs.
Once.
Twice.
I almost flinched when I felt her teeth.
She draws in a sharp, ragged breath again.
Then she smiles through smeared eyeliner and swollen, glistening lips.
“Damn… you’re sexy,” I whispered roughly.
Her bulging eyes lock onto mine.
She tries to provocatively sip in short breaths before slowly tracing her tongue along my length. Showing off, she teases the tips giving me a handy, and then I’m back to thrusting into her quivering throat.
Never breaking eye contact, she lets out a low hum that vibrates my balls.
I’m moving again, reclaiming the pace, pumping through the tingles and flex from the high.
The high threatens to overtake me.
Every muscle draws taunt as the pressure builds. I can feel the strain settling deep inside me, demanding release.
I grunt a tensing breath.
“Look at me,” I demanded. “You’re going to swallow every drop.”
She nods through tear-bright eyes as the first wave catches her by surprise. A spurt of cum shoots out again and her gaze never fully leaves mine. Even as she struggles to keep her composure.
I hold her stare, silently demanding she stay with me.
Half focused on mine, she steadies herself, swallowing hard before finally drawing a shaky breath. I’m already pulsating through another wave when she coughs on the shots of my thick cum.
She’s determined despite the tears clinging to her lashes.
It leaked out everywhere.
“That’s it,” I growled, my voice low. “ Stay with me.”
For a long moment, neither of us looked away.
She lifts her head, lingering, before cradling only the head. She suckles it so hard my balls almost crossed.
I catch her wrist, guiding her hand to tighten her fist around the vein along my length and pump me until I’m done.
Until I fight through the last of my adrenaline.
I didn’t even get her name, but a promise is a promise.
A favor for a favor.
Introductions are part of the job, but Mike isn’t for sale. So, she got her spot backstage for a second round.
