Page 21 of Guarding the Rock Star
I wrapped my legs around Wanda’s hips and sighed into her mouth as she ground her core against mine. I lifted my hips to meet her on every stroke. When she finally pulled away, we were both breathing heavily.
Without a word, Wanda moved to her feet and slid off my baggy jeans. Underneath I was wearing striped boy shorts which soon ended up on the floor next to my pants. Shoving my legs open wide, Wanda leaned over and blew a puff of air onto my heated pussy. I jumped.
Wanda used her fingers to spread me open, then gave my channel one long lick.
“Mm, you taste delicious,” she said, giving me a smirk that told me she was pleased with this turn of events.
Before I could respond, she licked me again. The feeling of her tongue sliding through my folds was incredible. I sighed as she did it a few more times.
“Do you shave?” she asked next time she popped her head up.
“Wax, why?”
She shook her head. “I just think women should be more natural. Maybe it’s an age thing.”
“And I think you should fuck me with your tongue,” I replied saucily.
To my shock, she gave my pussy a hard smack. It stung, then the sting of pain morphed into a delicious heat.
“One of these days I’m going to put you over my knee and spank the brattiness right out of you,” she vowed.
“I wish you would.”
The look of shocked surprise on Wanda’s face echoed mine. I had no idea why I even said that. I’d never been spanked in my life. Never even thought about being spanked. But the instant Wanda mentioned it, I wanted it. A lot.
Wanda slid her fingers between my pussy lips. I was already wet enough that when she pressed one finger against my opening, she slid in easily. I moaned in pleasure at the sensation.
“Damn you’re tight,” she said as she added a second finger.
She pumped in and out of my body slowly, deliberately, ratcheting up my excitement with every pump of her fingers. I bent my knees and placed my feet on the edge of the table so I could use it for leverage, rotating my hips up to meet her with every stroke of her fingers.
Wanda’s eyes were hooded as she watched my pussy swallow her fingers, her expression almost transfixed. I could see her fangs starting to peek out from between her lips, making me wonder if that was something that happened every time she got excited.
Then every thought in my head disappeared as Wanda lowered her head and started to lick circles around my clit. I could feel my orgasm pushing against my awareness, making my entire body tighten in anticipation as my breath came in short, harsh pants.
I was just about to go over the edge when suddenly Wanda lifted her head, slid her fingers out of my body, and picking up a napkin that was still on the table, wiped my arousal off her fingers.
I lifted my head to stare at her. “What are you doing? I wasn’t done.”
“I was.” She gave me a smirk. “I told you what would happen if I fucked you.”
I levered up on my elbows.
She picked up my boy shorts and jeans off the floor and tossed them onto my belly.
“You should probably get dressed so we can clean up this mess. The bears will be here any minute and I don’t want them to see my mate half naked. None of them are mated yet so with you being unmarked, they may consider you fair game.”
“Why did you start if you weren’t going to finish?” I whined. My entire body was trembling, desperate to come.
“You started this, remember? Not me.”
I stared at Wanda for a long moment, my mouth hanging open in shock. “You’re fucking edging me?”
Wanda leaned over me and cuffed my throat with her hand, not enough to hurt me or restrict my breath, but just enough to show dominance.
“In the future, don’t start things you can’t finish, little girl.” She released my throat. “Now where is the broom?”
A few minutes later I heard the rumbling of two enormous motorhomes making their way up the long driveway to my house.
