I do as he’s said and find my stomach tight with anticipation and my mind racing with what he’s going to have me do next. Never have I thought of myself as a woman who wants to be told what to do in the bedroom. My body and mind are loving it though so I might as will go with it.
Still behind me he pulls me back to him in a tight embrace. His cock is hard and huge as he presses it to my back. His hands run over my breasts, one stays and plays with one as the other runs down and under my dress as he finds my happy place and strokes it once before he plunges one finger inside me and moves it in and out a couple of times.
My heart is beating hard and I can barely breathe as he’s making my legs nearly tremble with his touch. Sliding his finger up until he reaches my clit, he kisses my neck and nips at it as he presses his finger to my hot spot and taps at it as if asking can he come in.
It shoots hot flashes through me with each light tap and my legs start to shake as my stomach begins to grow warm deep inside. The touch of his teeth on my earlobe make me groan and he pulls me tighter to him and pinches my clit between his fingers, igniting little bursts of pleasure that erupt inside me.
My legs start to give out and I fall down a bit, but his hand moves from my breast and wraps around my waist, holding me up as he continues to run his finger over my hot, wet folds then he pushes two of them into me and I fall apart as he pushes them in and out rapidly.
The sound coming out of my mouth surprises me as it’s a cross between a scream and a moan and I’ve never made it before. He lifts me up and places me on the bed still facing away from him. With his strong arms he pulls me back until I’m on my hands and knees. His hands hot on my hips, he pulls me back until I feel the large head of his cock pressing at me from behind.
My mind clears for an instant and I’m about to tell him to put a condom on, then I hear a ripping sound and he backs away from me for a second. “No worries, love. I put one on this time.”
I smile as the tip of his large dick touches my wet opening and he pushes gently, letting it slowly move into my still not used to doing this vagina. It burns a bit as he slides it into me, but it’s a burn I’ve been craving and it ignites something in me. Something animalistic and my body pushes back to him until he’s all the way in and leans over me, leaving a kiss on my back. “You’re beyond beautiful, baby.”
I take in a deep breath as he pulls back nearly all the way out and slides slowly back in. The slow strokes are making me crazy to feel him move harder and faster. “Harder,” I whisper.
He makes a deep groan. “You sure, sweetheart?”
I nod. “This is just teasing me. Please do it harder and faster.”
He pulls back and then slams into me, forcing the breath from me and I love it as I suck it back in. He does as I’ve asked, making long, hard strokes that are leaving me breathless and aching for more from him.
The sounds he makes seem primal and guttural. They send my mind into a state it’s never been in. All thought seems to go away and all I can think about is how great this feels and how hot I am inside as he moves in and out of me with such force.
My insides begin to quake and I’m making the scream-moan sound again, but louder this time. I lower the front part of my body and scream into the mattress as waves of intense pleasure roll throughout my body. He stiffens behind me and makes a loud moan, then moves slowly in and out as his cock makes little pulses inside me.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I don’t know if it’s the fact he wants to marry me or that we’re in a real bed that’s making it so much better than last night and this morning. Those times were pretty fantastic too, but this one has knocked them out of the ballpark.
A deep moan he makes as he pulls himself out of me and I fall on the bed in complete satisfaction. A tug on the dress he left on me has me opening my eyes. “Time to get rid of this,” he tells me as I turn over. He pulls it up over my head and tosses it away. His deep blue eyes gaze at my body as he runs them over it.
One of my breasts he takes in his hand and lies die, pulling me into a spooning position. His soft, plump lips touch my neck just behind my ear. I run my hand down the arm he holds across my chest and pull his hand from my boob and intertwine our fingers. “I love you,” I tell him.
“Mmmm,” he moans. “I’ll never tire of hearing you say that. I love you too. I cannot wait for you to become Mrs. Kip Dixon.”
“So, you apparently know my middle name,” I say as my eyes grow heavy. “What’s yours?”
“Reginald,” he says, sleepily. “He was my grandfather on my father’s side.”
“Oh, so a family name.” I pull our clasped hands to my mouth and leave a kiss on his then lay them back down.
“It is and our first son will have that middle name as well. Just so you know.” A gentle kiss he places on the back of my neck.
I giggle as I think about how alpha male he is and how I thought I’d never even like a man like that, much less love one.
And now I’m marrying one! What the hell?
Kip
The sound of my cell phone ringing wakes me up and I have to roll away from Peyton to answer it. I feel cold already as my body leaves hers. She stirs and moans. I see it’s Max and I answer, “Good morning.”
“Morning, Kip,” Max says. “I have a little girl here who has to talk to you. Are you busy?”
“Nah,” I say.
“Here she is,” he says and I hear Zoey’s sweet little giggle.
“Hi, Hunky Kip!” she squeals. “I miss you!”
“I miss you to, sweetheart,” I say and chuckle.
Peyton turns over and rubs her eyes as she looks at me.
“Did you find me a pony yet?” Zoey asks.
“Now you know I can’t tell you that. It’s a surprise, love.”
Peyton’s eyes go wide and she frowns. “Who the hell is that?” she whispers.
I put my hand over the phone and whisper, “Zoey.”
“But I want to know, please, please,” Zoey begs.
“Begging are you? That’s a naughty girl.”
Peyton sits up and says in a loud whisper, “You better hang up on that chic.”
I laugh as I see fire run through her eyes. I shake my head and tell Zoey, “I have someone I want you to meet when you come see me in Los Angeles for Christmas, sweetie.”
“Who?” she asks.
Peyton mouths, “Christmas?”
I nod. “Your Uncle Kip is getting married.”
Peyton’s eyes soften and the daggers she’s been shooting from them at me have stopped. “Married?” Zoey asks and I hear Max echo her in the back ground then he tells her to let him talk.
“Did she say that word right?” Max asks.
“She did,” I say and lie back and run my arm around Peyton’s shoulders and pull her back to lie on my chest. “You remember the girl I told you about?”
“Yeah, that was just a few days ago, Kip. Are you sure about this? I mean, she accepted a proposal from you after such a short time?”
“She did, albeit not exactly how I thought she would, but eventually she said yes,” I chuckle and tighten my arm around her in a hug.
“I guess when you know, you know. You’re a lot luckier than I was. It took forever for Lexi to marry me. So when’s the big day?” he asks.
“We haven’t set one. She’s got a big family and I’m sure they want to be involved, so we’ll have to see what she wants to do about it all. In all honesty I’d run off to Vegas and do it today, but I have to get on the road to Dallas and there isn’t time.” Peyton begins to squirm.
“Let me up,” she whispers. “I gotta pee.”
Reluctantly I let her go and can’t help but to give her ass a little slap as she climbs over me to get out of the bed. She gives me a look and I laugh. “I’ll let you know if we decide to have something with people involved. To be honest though, I’d like it to be just her and I.”
“Just do it, man,” Max says. “Just take her ass to Vegas
the very first chance you get. You need to borrow my jet? All you have to do is let me know and I’ll send it your way. Get that wedding band on her finger before the crazy shit starts to happen. It’s a lot harder to walk away from a marriage than it is an engagement, believe me.”
I find fear creeping in and start to think I should cancel the show and take her to Vegas today. The stories Max and Lexi told me about all that went wrong before they got married has me feeling a shit load of anxiety. “You know what, Max. I may take you up on the Jet offer. Let me talk to her and I’ll get back with you. Bye.”
“Bye, talk to you later,” he says and ends the call.
Pulling on my slacks from last night, I trod in bare feet to the bathroom door. “I’m going to talk to Silas, the manager, for a minute, love. I’ll be right back.”
Her muffled voice says, “Okay, I’m going to shower.”
I grab the key off the top of the television and head out to see if I can make Silas agree to leave me out of the show tonight. Bobby can sing my parts, nearly as good as I can.
A quick knock I make on his door and am surprised as Bobby opens it. “Hey, there’s the prodigal son.”
“Yeah, it’s me.” I wave at Silas. “I’m actually glad you’re here, Bobby. I’m getting married.”
They both look at me in stunned silence, then Silas says, “To who?”
“The girl who wouldn’t kiss me when I sang her that song the other day,” I say with a smile.
No one else is smiling though. “No!” Bobby says quietly. “That’s stupid!”
“It’s not and shut up,” I say and give him a light punch on his shoulder. “So, anyway, I want to go to Vegas today and do it. I think Bobby can sing my part at the concert in Dallas tonight. We’ll catch up to you in Denver tomorrow night.”
“We’ll?” Silas asks.
“I’m getting my own bus and driver and we’ll be on that bus from now on. Don’t worry, I’m paying for it all out of my own pocket.” I turn to leave but Silas stops me.
“Buddy, I can’t let you do that.”
I cock my head to the side and turn back. “I’m not sure what you mean by that.”
A frown Silas wears. “You signed a contract, Kip. The show is your show, not the band’s. You have to go. In three weeks you’ll have some free time to go get married. What’s the rush?”
“I want to be married to her, that’s the rush.” I pace back and forth. “I don’t want to wait three weeks.”
“Sorry, buddy,” Bobby says as he puts his arm around my shoulders. “Come on, let’s go down and get some breakfast and you can tell me exactly when it was that you lost your fuckin’ mind, mate.”
He walks me out of Silas’ room and I find myself feeling confused.
When did I lose control of my life?
Peyton
“I don’t know why you’re getting so pissed about that,” I tell Kip as he paces back and forth in his hotel room. “I don’t think running off and getting married today is a good idea anyway. I want to discuss it with Mom and see if they want to have a wedding. I am only getting married one time, I hope. I want it to be special.”
He takes me by my arms and looks at me with those penetrating blue eyes. “Come with me. I can get a bus and driver today.”
I shake my head. “No, Kip. If there is a wedding to plan, I need to be home to do it.”
The way his eyes roll tells me he’s not happy with any of this. “Fuck that, we don’t need a big wedding. Let’s go to Vegas in three weeks and do it. If your family wants to be there I’ll fly them up and get them rooms, no problem. Just go with me on the tour, please!”
“Damn, Kip! You’ll be fine. The time will pass quickly, don’t worry.” I try to hug him but he lets my arms go and begins to pace again.
“So much can happen, and I want you. No! I need you. Don’t you understand? Won’t you hate not sleeping with me? Not waking up in my arms?” he asks.
“Of course, but we have a lifetime to do that.”
A knock comes at the door and Kip strides across the room and opens it. Purple boy, Bobby, is smiling and looks straight at me. “What have you done to my mate, girl?”
“No!” Kip says as he tries to close the door, but Bobby steps inside.
“I have not done a thing to him,” I say.
“You have, you witch,” he says. The Kip hits him. Bam!
Looks like the band is going to hate me!
To be continued…
SHOOTING STAR
A BILLIOANAIRE ROMANCE
Book 6
Description: Kip is able to talk Peyton into going to the Dallas concert with him. He even talks her into letting him sing her his song again and allowing him to tell the world the news of their engagement. He’s sure his fans will be happy for him, but she thinks differently. A stylist changes Peyton’s appearance to better match Kip’s onstage look. While uncomfortable in the heavy make-up and tight clothing, she goes along with everything. Unfortunately, the media coverage brings out the venomous fans when pictures of Peyton without make-up are found, and many deem her unworthy of Kip. All she wants to do is go back home and hide in embarrassment, but Kip and his band stand behind her, making her feel better about them all. An accident has Kip going against his contract with the band and Peyton worried about a member of her family as they go back to Austin.
Kip
A loud honking sound makes me look up. A car full of girls drives close to our tour bus ahead of me and Peyton. She’s driving as I nurse the shiner Bobby gave me.
There are four girls in the convertible and three get up and flash their tits. Peyton chuckles. “Classy chicks!”
“Ignore them, that’s what I do,” I say as I pull the visor down and look at my eye. I run my hand over the bluish bruise. “That’s the first time the wanker has ever hit me in the face.”
Peyton smiles and pats my leg. “Shouldn’t you guys have a rule about hitting each other in the money-maker?”
“We should, and I’ll bring it up at our next meeting.” I push the visor back up and take her hand, giving it a kiss. “I want you to let me sing that song to you again, and this time I’m going to change it up a bit.”
A deep sigh she makes. “I really don’t want to get on stage. It’s not my thing.”
The crazy girls in the car keep honking and driving dangerously close to the tour bus. “Fuck this, love. Go around, we have this bad ass GPS system in this car. We can find our own way to the stadium.”
She hits her blinker and waits for the Tesla to move into the next lane. “This really is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen, Kip. Thank you again for giving it to me.”
I smile at her. “I’m glad you like it, baby. So, anyway, about the song. Please, please, please.”
“Damn! Really, Kip?” She frowns, and it makes me feel a little bad for bugging her about this, but I really want it.
“Really.” I hold her hand to my chest. “I want everyone to know you’ve accepted my proposal. I want the whole world to know.”
“You can just make a phone call to TMZ and the whole world will know. No need for me to go on stage and embarrass myself. Your female fans are sure to boo me.”
“Never! They’d never do that, love. You’re adorable, none of them would be that ugly. Just do it this one time and I’ll never ask you to do it again.”
“I don’t have a thing to wear to do that, so no,” she says, but she smiles so I know I’m wearing her down.
“That is not a problem.” I get my cell out of my pocket and call Silas who’s on the bus.
“Silas here, start talking, time is money.”
“Hey, I want a dress and heels for Peyton. I want to do the song again and she refuses to go on stage in anything she’s brought with her.”
She shoots me an ugly look and Silas says, “Already the diva, huh?”
I laugh. “Yeah, she’s a real piece of work, this girl. She wears a size three and a five in heels, so get on the phone and have her somethin
g very becoming waiting for her. Get someone there to do her hair and make-up as well.”
“I’ll have it all there. Tell the princess I’ll make sure she’s taken care of, Kip. By the way, do you want to tell me why Bobby decked you?”
“Because I hit him first, but I kindly punched him in the stomach and he took a cheap shot and hit me in the eye. Tell him I owe him one,” I say as I run my fingers over the bruise.
“You two need to make amends, Kip. Whatever he said to make you hit him you know he didn’t mean it,” Silas says and then I hear Bobby in the background shouting. “Shut up, Bobby! For God’s sakes, let it go. Talk to you later, Kip.”
I put the phone down and frown. Peyton looks over at me. “Thanks for making me sound like a spoiled brat, Kip.”
“You’re welcome, princess.” I say and run my hand over her shoulder. “You may as well get used to it. I’m going to spoil you silly.”
I watch her as she seems to be thinking very hard about something. Finally she says, “I haven’t told my parents about you asking me to marry you. What are the chances of it getting on the news tonight?”
Picking up her phone from the console I hand it to her. “Call them and tell them. I don’t want them to hear it from anyone else. But your Dad already knows I was going to ask you, so it won’t be a real shock.”
“You told my dad about that?”
“I asked your father if I could have his approval and he gave it to me.” I smile at her as confusion fills her pretty little face.
“You asked for his approval after only knowing me three days and my father told you yes?”
“He did. I suppose he thinks I’m a catch and there’s no man better for you than I am.” I laugh, but she doesn’t join me.
“Damn! Are they that ready to be rid of their baby girl? To say I feel like I don’t even know my parents anymore is a vast understatement.” She takes the phone and makes the call.
“Hi sweetie,” her mother answers.
“Hi, Mom,” Peyton says and I chime in, making her look at me like I’m crazy.
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