Chapter 22 #3
I take the leg up and sit astride the cold lion statue, running my hands down its flowing stone mane.
Vinnie is an athletic sonofabitch, as he leaps right up and straddles the lion behind me, no leg up needed for him.
I squeal as he shunts me forwards, my tits pressing against stone as he hoists me onto all fours.
Talk about precarious, this is fucking insane. I could break my bones in a tumble and end up naked and on my way to A&E, but I love it. I’m crazy for it. I can’t get enough.
Vinnie Hampton eats out my ass as I perch on top of a statue in his manor grounds, lit up in red. My tits are pressed to a lion’s mane, my voice moaning loud in the night air as he buries his face between my ass cheeks and digs his tongue in.
It’s only a starter.
Three fingers… four… and fuck how precarious it really is. I push back against him like I’m a jockey riding at a rodeo, begging for cock, cock, cock.
I need him to fuck me like this.
Ella, not Holly.
This is all about me and him tonight, not the money he’s paying for it.
Fuck the cold, and the risks, and the chill of the stone. When Vinnie Hampton spears my ass with his rock-hard dick atop a statue, it’s the only sensation in the world that matters for shit.
I buck against him, meeting every thrust, whimpering and panting like the true fuck-doll I am.
I’m alive. I’m proud. I’m me. And I never, ever want to let the energy leave me. Not for anything.
He grips my hips tight as he slams me fast, and I’m glad about that because I’m losing my own grip on the lion’s mane as well as my mind.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as he fucks my burning ass, his balls slapping off my needy cunt with every thrust.
I feel the size of him deep inside, feel the orgasm building with every slap of his balls against my clit and I’m in heaven, singing my own filthy tune in moans and groans as he keeps on slamming.
And then he’s coming with a roar and that pushes me over the edge, my own orgasm rolling through me as he empties his balls, slam after slam after glorious slam.
One last loud “FUCKKK!” as he slams me deep and I can feel the spasm of his cock and it’s incredible. Truly incredible.
“That was amazing,” I tell him, when he helps me down in the aftermath, both of us giddy with post orgasm adrenaline.
He wraps his tatted arm around my shoulders and squeezes me tight as we walk back to the front door. We’re like a couple of teenagers, both singing the lyrics to Roar.
More De Chante for us when we’re back inside.
“What’s next on the agenda?” I ask as we stand naked at the bar, glugging champagne like it’s water.
He winks. “Time to get warmed up,” he says, and knocks back the rest of his champagne. “Drink up.”
I follow suit, knock back the rest of my drink and he takes my hand and leads me back into the foyer and to another door.
I feel the heat as soon as he opens the door.
This room is small, cozy, square in shape, curtains drawn at the only window. There’s a magnificent fireplace, decorated with snakes and vines, and the fire is aglow, logs burning.
I wonder when he found time to light a fire then realise it’s not real, even though it looks so realistic.
My rock god guides me to the thick white rug in front of the fire, throws some cushions down from the huge couch, and lies down on his back.
“Ride me,” he says. “Show me what that pretty cunt is capable of.”
It doesn’t seem to matter that we’re both still wet, and scuffed, and my ass is dribbling cum.
I get between his legs and suck him back to hardness, using my tits as well, pushing them together so he can fuck them and my mouth at the same time.
“Up, babe,” he says and folds his arms behind his head. “Cowgirl time.”
I grin. “Yee-ha!” I say and get to my feet to straddle him.
“I know this ain’t your first rodeo,” he says as I lower myself onto his dick. “But just so you know, I like it hard and fast.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” I tell him and start off slow, real slow.
“Fucking tease,” he says, bucking into me.
“Whoa.” I place a hand on his chest. “Easy, cowboy. Gotta break you in, you know?”
He grins back at me and bucks some more. “Fuck me, Ella.”
And so I do. I ride him like the unruly stallion he truly is, and I’m panting breathless at the frantic pace.
“Fucking go for it, baby,” he says, fucking back into me.
With the heat from the fire and heat from the passion and champagne whizzing through my veins, I’m in cowgirl heaven, fucking my rockstar god, tits bouncing so hard it fucking hurts.
“Come here,” he says reaching out for me and I stop bouncing and collapse into his arms.
He holds me tight and pistons his hips so fast I’m a juddering wreck as he unloads, smacking into me until he’s done.
“I like Ella a lot,” he says, stroking my hair as we lie side by side on the rug that feels like a cloud. “Shame she’s got a boyfriend.”
His words send a shiver through me. I don’t know what to say to that, so I say nothing.
“We don’t have much time left,” he says. “Wanna know what I really like?”
“Yeah,” I say, running my fingers over his abs. “Tell me.”
“Let me get us a pick-me-up, then I’ll show you.”
Vinnie gets to his feet, and I watch his sweet ass as he leaves the room. I hope he’s not fetching coke. Now way am I getting into that shit, no matter his rock god status.
But I needn’t have worried. He comes back with the ice bucket, loaded with tins of Red Bull.
I’m grateful for the energy hit as we both glug a can and he tells me what he really likes.
And it’s an absolute pleasure to get him on all fours and give his ass the ice cube treatment.
I dig my tongue in and eat him out as I play with his dick.
His moans spur me on, digging deeper with fingers and tongue.
“Poke me now,” he says, “I’m so fucking close. No hands, remember, just poke me.”
It really is amazing, acting out his desires the way he explained. Two fingers deep, I finger-fuck his ass, poking at his prostrate, my eyes fixated on his vein-popped cock.
“Faster, Ella! Faster! That’s it.”
It’s so fucking cool, watching the cum shoot from his cock as I pound his prostrate.
“Keep going!”
I do. Finger-fucking his gorgeous ass like a mad bitch until his beautiful cock is straining, red and purple and pumping out every last drop.
“Fucking hell,” he says and collapses onto the rug. The rug that’s now thick with creamy cum.
“Sorry about the mess,” I say.
My rock god laughs. “I’ll trash it and order another one.” He pushes himself up and plants a kiss on my cheek. “You, Ella Edwards, are incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tell him, grinning like a loon.
“Got time for a coffee before you go?” he asks. “Sober you up a bit.”
“Sure.”
And so we drink coffee at the island in his kitchen. He fetches me an oversized sweatshirt with the band’s logo on it and I gladly put it on.
“This all feels like dream,” I tell him. “Thank you so much for tonight.”
“Should be me thanking you,” he says.
“I hope I’ll see you again,” I say, and he winks at me.
“You can be sure of it. I’m back in the States for a few months now, but I’ll be back.”
Vinnie dons a bathrobe and walks me to the door. One last kiss when the taxi pulls up.
“Take care, Ella Edwards. And be proud of you!”
“I will,” I tell him, “and thanks for that.”
“Pleasure was all mine,” he says.
It takes every scrap of self-control not to blurt out to the cab driver that I just fucked Vinnie Hampton in his manor house.
That I rode a statue and played cowgirl and ate his ass out, and danced to a private performance.
I want to scream it louder than the song lyrics to everyone I know.
That I’m Ella Edwards, the infamous hooker, and I just got booked by one of the biggest rock superstars in the world.
But I can’t.
Agency rules and all that.
Josh is wide awake in the kitchen when I stumble in through the door. He’s making toast when I fist pump the air and screech another round of Roar.
You gotta roar in the silence, baby. You got to let the world know it’s your own!
Josh’s eyes are even more beautiful than Vinnie’s, despite the fact Vinnie makes my inner teenager turn to jelly. My heart beats to a whole other tune as I see the love of my life watching me with a questioning stare, his freshly buttered toast still in his hand.
Fuck the rules for one night. I can’t keep this to myself any longer.
“I’ve spent the night with Vinnie Hampton!” I blurt. “My fucking God, Josh. I just fucked Vinnie Hampton on a lion statue in his garden, and took his cock on the floor of his music room at 3 a.m.!”
For once, Josh doesn’t keep his composure. The master of calm drops his toast on the floor, and I giggle like crazy as he fumbles, trying to digest my words.
“Vinnie Hampton? You fucked THE Vinnie Hampton?” he says, with wide eyes.
I nod. “For ten hours straight. And he paid me for it. Can you believe it?” My eyes are as wide as his, my heart pounding.
But Josh nods. He laughs in glee along with me.
“Yeah, I can believe it, baby. You’re worth every cent in his bank account. I’m sure he knows that now.”
I run to my boyfriend and leap into his arms, still in Vinnie’s baggy sweatshirt.
Bouncing around the kitchen together, Josh and I belt out the words.
You gotta roar in the silence, baby. You got to let the world know it’s your own!
I’m definitely gonna be roaring in the silence from now on.
And as for the world?
I have to thank Connor, the useless sack of shit.
He’s bringing the best of the world right to my door.
And right now, thanks to Vinnie Hampton, I feel like I’m on top of the whole damn world.
Go me!