Chapter 10
TEN
Deke
It’s almost scary to feel this awake. This alive.
June has done this to me. Reminded me what it’s like to feel amused and confused and happy and excited.
Reminded me that there are good parts to life that don’t involve the bottom of a whiskey bottle.
She’s made me want to go out and seek those good things again—with her.
I don’t want to do anything without her.
How did she resuscitate me so fast? Was she sent here by God? Is she an angel?
That’s exactly what she looks like glowing in the shadows as I finish the encore.
I hand the tech my guitar on my way off stage and scoop June up, grunting my satisfaction when her bare legs wrap around my hips, like she’s been waiting to climb me the entire show.
And I waste zero time going to work on that sweet little mouth, laying into her with my tongue right there in front of everyone.
Loving the way her neck loosens, her head falling back with a sound of surrender, no problem with me claiming her so publicly.
Trusting me. Trusting Daddy.
Fuck, that single thought, along with her acquiescence, makes me hungry as hell.
I’ve got a fat, horny cockstand and she needs to take it now.
She wants to take it. The way she’s opening her mouth so wide to receive my tongue, her pussy restless against my belt buckle, leaves no room for doubt of that fact.
It takes an iron will to break the kiss, but I need to get her somewhere alone.
The closest place is the dressing room about twenty yards away and I stride in that direction now, frankly, in heaven thanks to the kisses June plants all over my face. “You did it. You played it.” She beams up at me. “You made so many people happy.”
“I only care about making you happy,” I say, thickly, because apparently, I’m just showing my whole ass now. Holding nothing back from this twenty-year-old redheaded whirlwind who makes me feel like my old self again, but a million times better.
I kick open the door of the dressing room, scaring the shit out of a seamstress. “We need the room,” I bark. “Don’t let anyone in here.”
“N-no, sir.” She scurries past me. “I won’t.”
“Oh God, if I don’t get myself inside that hot little pussy, I’m going to fucking die,” I growl through my teeth, propping June against the closest wall and fumbling with my zipper. “It better be good and wet.”
“I’m so wet, Daddy,” she moans in my ear. “I’m ready to be fucked.”
“Tell me what’s got you so wet, baby,” I demand, dipping my knees slightly so I can get my dick and balls out of my jeans, every part of me so swollen and heavy, it’s a miracle I don’t bust into a big puddle on the floor.
Fisting my cock, I press the dripping tip to the lacy strip of her panties and jerk off furiously, panting like I haven’t fucked in a year.
“You always make me wet on stage,” she says, looking up at me with her big, green eyes. “But tonight, you let go of your pride. There is nothing hotter than that.”
Christ, I wish she hadn’t said that.
There’s a knot in my throat now.
A twist in the center of my chest.
I love this girl. Somehow, I know. I know I love her.
How did it happen so fast? So irrevocably?
She fuses her sexy mouth with mine, shifting her hips up and back to rub the seam of her panties against my cock. “How did it feel to sing ‘Worth Your Wild’?”
“Terrifying. At first. I was going to let out all my demons to run free. But they weren’t demons at all, they were just memories.
Memories I didn’t want to acknowledge for the longest time, because I never thought I’d be as happy ever again as I was when I wrote that song.
” I kiss her hard, with every ounce of feeling in my chest. “But hell, I’m not sure I even knew what happiness felt like until now, June Bug. ”
I choke out the words and her eyes flood with tears. Desperation to get inside of her claws at me, because I want to feel her emotions with my body, too. I want to be sealed inside of her. I don’t want any separation between us. Not a centimeter.
Holding her gaze, I rip the lace crotch of her panties with a yank of my fist and I arrow my cock against her quivering little fuck hole, rubbing and coaxing, begging it to allow me in.
Several deep kisses later, she manages to take my thick tip.
Baring my teeth against the crown of her head, I bounce my tight, whimpering girl on the thick pole between my legs until she’s seated, and ahhhhh my God, it’s bliss, this slippery notch that wasn’t made for big things but takes one very big thing for her Daddy.
“Are you in pain?” I manage, rubbing my wet mouth over hers, looking down at this beauty that I’ve impaled several feet off the ground, her legs dangling around my hips.
“I’d be in worse pain without you,” she whispers back, her cunt flexing around me slowly, slowly, trying to wring me out, her expression a cross between innocent and wicked.
A violent shudder ripples through me, head to balls. “Stop that.”
The touches the tip of her tongue to my upper lip. “Stop what?”
“Lord. You’re a cock tease even when you’re stuffed full of meat, aren’t you?
” I pant raggedly, thrusting hard, driving her up the wall and she screams with pleasure, her head falling back against the hard surface.
“Believe me, you don’t have to tease me to make me crazy.
This pretty princess cunt does the job all by itself.
It. Makes. Me. Crazy.” I slide my right hand around to her ass and grip a supple cheek, giving it a squeeze.
A sharp slap. “Makes me need to pound you like a madman.”
“Do it,” she moans, tilting her head left so I can ride my open mouth up her neck. “Hard. Take me hard.”
“You’re asking for it?”
“Yes.”
“You want it rough?”
“Yes!”
It’s obscene what I do to her, this girl who was a virgin only yesterday.
I use my much stronger upper body to pin her to the wall of the dressing room.
I pry open her thighs as wide as they’ll go and I savagely fuck her, my cock tunneling out and squeezing back into the pink center of her flesh while she sobs my name, her ass slapping off the wall.
Once again, the whole crew is listening to us have sex like animals and I don’t care.
I think I’d ride June out in the open if we couldn’t find any privacy, my lust for her is so undeniable and intense.
It drives me like nothing else. My love for her makes me a fiend.
“You’re going to walk out of here with my sperm running down your thighs,” I growl into her ear, my cock thrusting to the hilt, her mouth falling open on a loud whimper. “Ain’t going to bother cleaning you off when I’m just going to bang you again later, baby.”
“Oh! Ohhh.” She squirms between me and the wall, whining, her nails clawing at the shoulders of my shirt, her legs starting to get restless.
My filthy mouth is pushing her over the side of the cliff into pleasure, her pussy milking me wildly, quickening, quickening until she’s screaming, taking my violent pumps while her tits bounce around in her tank top, her face a mask of pained pleasure. “Come inside me, Daddy. I need it.”
Maybe I’m sick, but I love knowing everybody in the vicinity heard this angel begging for my come.
Calling me her Daddy. I love the wall rattling behind her and everyone knowing it’s because she’s taking my dick.
That acknowledgment of possession—my possession of June—is what gets my balls convulsing.
They constrict until my teeth are on edge and then spew my load in a long, angry tumult that causes my hips to thrust in a furious bid for survival, my groan of thanksgiving drowning out June’s sobs, the sweaty cheeks of her ass squeak-squeak-squeaking up and down the wall as she orgasms.
“Oh lord, that’s my good girl. Give Daddy a kiss while you take his sperm.”
She does as she’s told, her mouth pliant and obedient while I tongue it down, wave after wave of relief coursing through my lower body.
Her tits have bounced free of her neckline and I lean down to suckle her nipples now in between kisses, her cunt pulsing in response, drawing another rope of spend from my shaft.
“You’re my addiction, you know that?” I grit out, ramming her one final time against the wall, pressing my teeth to the side of her head.
“I’m addicted to you and I only get more obsessed by the second.
Soon I’m not going to be able to go five minutes without you. Maybe that ship has already sailed.”
“You don’t have to go without me,” she whispers, kissing me sweetly, despite the frenzied, beastly way I just treated her young body.
“I don’t deserve you,” I groan into her neck, then rubbing my face in her hair. Running my hands on every sweet inch of her skin that I can reach. “I don’t know how to deserve you—”
There’s a loud knock on the door.
“Fuck off,” I say over my shoulder, bristling. “I said nobody comes in here.”
“Deke.” When I recognize the voice, a hole opens in my stomach. “Please tell me that’s not my niece in there with you.”