Page 112 of Ravaged For You

“I’m going to finish,” I grunt. She’s making me reach this so fast. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Her mouth is so goddamn perfect.

Maddie’s tongue swirls around my tip, continuing to torture me. I’m struggling to clench myself back with every ounce of strength within me.

Ravaged’s music continues to play in the background. The new record-breaking album.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” I whisper.

She blinks up at me. It’s so sexy.

She’s loving this domination she has over me. My hips jerk and vibrate. My life force is threatening to blow.

All I’m thinking about is Maddie and her goddamn beautiful mouth and the awful amazing things her tongue can do to me.

My album is on top of the charts and I’m getting the best fucking blowjob of my life.

I’m on the fucking top of the world.

I peek down at Maddie. Her soft lips around my shaft. Her hand around my hard cock.

Fuck, the things she does to me.

This girl sure knows how to make me feel like a king.

49

MADDIE

Without a doubt, the boys of Ravaged appreciate how to throw a party. We party all day, celebrating Staying At Her Place’s massive chart-topping success. Drinks flow. The music’s loud. We dance our souls away.

By the time we catch the band’s private jet back to Los Angeles, it’s the morning after A-Day. The Boston show last night was a chaos of drunken antics on stage. The audience didn’t seem to mind the rockstars turning up excited and drunk out of their minds. In fact, they loved it. There was a real party atmosphere in the stadium as Axel and his band mates tore through their famous songs with wild abandon.

I myself was pretty drunk off champagne by that point as well; so much so that I ended up screaming every word of their songs. I’ve really come to learn all of Ravaged’s lyrics off by heart now, and it shows when I see them live. My voice is nearly gone from all the shrieking.

When we’re boarding the plane, I get a phone call from Winston. When his name flashes up on my screen, I feel a bit sick. That might have to do with all the alcohol I consumed yesterday. I’m really feeling it today.

But I still answer. I’m professional, even when I’m totally hungover.

“Hi, Winston.”

“Hello, Maddie.”

“Is there a problem?” I ask.

I may still be a little bit drunk.

“No problem,” Winston replies. “I’m just calling to admit that I was wrong.”

“Wrong about what?”

“Your performance. Your job. Maddie, I’ve seen Ravaged’s album sales figures. They’re incredible. You’ve really done a great job. You know that you’ll always have a job with me if you ever want to properly get back into the marketing game.”

“Thank you, Winston.”

“You’ve really done good, Maddie.”

Maybe it’s because I’m still tipsy that I ask Winston the next question. I certainly wouldn’t have done it sober. “Winston, you and Astrid Stoll, what’s the deal with that? I haven’t forgotten about that restaurant…”

There’s a long sigh down the line and I immediately regret ever asking my boss the question.