point that she thought she was going to go mad. Her legs were bent on either side of his hips and she could feel his cock digging into her thigh as she remained leaning forward so he could play with her tits.
Stopping for just a brief moment , CJ whispered, “Put my cock inside you, baby. I want you to ride me until you can’t take any more.” Sitting up straight, Paden reached between her thighs, grabbed his shaft and placing the smooth head at her slick opening. She sat down on it and moaned as he filled her up. Placing her hands on his stomach for support, she used her legs to move her hips up and down.
Last night they had had sex hard and fast , but this morning she wanted to do it nice and slow. She was so wet from her earlier arousal that he slid in and out easily.
“That’s it,” CJ groaned. “Take me nice and slow.”
Then without warning, CJ flipped her on her back without his penis ever leaving her vagina and continued making love while his hands held hers above her head.
Wrapping her legs around his hips , she thrust upward to the same rhythm he was driving into her. Paden loved how he was holding her hands down against the mattress so she couldn’t move them while the weight of his body left her completely trapped and at his mercy. Knowing that he was coming very quickly to the brink, Paden gave a few last hard thrusts in tandem with his and just as she had hoped, they climaxed together.
CJ had told Danny, his drummer the night before that he would be going home with Paden and that he didn’t need a ride. After taking a hot shower and getting something to eat in the hotel dining room, they grabbed their bags from the room and went to the lobby to check out.
Handing over the door key card and his credit card to the gal at the desk, they waited while she pulled up what she needed on the computer. Looking up at him with a smile, she pushed his credit card back toward him and said, “You’re all set, Mr. Tanner. Your bill is paid for.”
Looking confused, he turned to Paden , wondering if she had anything to do with this.
“Don’t look at me,” Paden said with a shrug of her shoulders.
Looking at the clerk, CJ asked, “Are you sure? I don’t know of anyone who would pay my hotel bill. My band and I all pay for our rooms separately.”
Looking at the computer one more time the clerk confirmed, “I’m sure , Mr. Tanner. It seems someone paid your bill last night around 10 p.m.”
Looking even more confused , CJ asked, “Do you know who paid for it? Is there a credit card name?”
Looking back up at CJ , now equally confused, the clerk explained, “That’s odd. It looks like the bill was paid in cash. There’s no credit card or transaction receipt.”
CJ was dumbfounded , and instead of being happy that his bill had mysteriously gotten paid, he was becoming more and more unnerved.
With a joking voice the clerk dismissed it as nothing and simply stated, “Perhaps you have an admiring fan! Have a good day and we hope to see you back here again soon. Drive safe back to Nashville.”
Chapter Nine
The first part of the ride back home CJ was very quiet while questions ran through his head. Why would anyone do that? Why the secrecy of the gesture? How did anyone know he was staying at that hotel? Why would someone pay his bill in cash at ten o’clock at night while he was still on stage?
The whole situation felt very suspicious and he couldn’t help feeling again like he was being watched, if not stalked. As he and Paden talked it through , they both agreed that it was a bit creepy.
Once again CJ had an uneasy feeling and wondered if Paden was safe being around him. The thought really upset him because he had fallen hard for her. It was then that Paden told him the story of the woman at the bar who had looked at her with such venom. When CJ asked her what the woman looked like, Paden could only remember that the gal had red hair. The club had been
Stopping for just a brief moment , CJ whispered, “Put my cock inside you, baby. I want you to ride me until you can’t take any more.” Sitting up straight, Paden reached between her thighs, grabbed his shaft and placing the smooth head at her slick opening. She sat down on it and moaned as he filled her up. Placing her hands on his stomach for support, she used her legs to move her hips up and down.
Last night they had had sex hard and fast , but this morning she wanted to do it nice and slow. She was so wet from her earlier arousal that he slid in and out easily.
“That’s it,” CJ groaned. “Take me nice and slow.”
Then without warning, CJ flipped her on her back without his penis ever leaving her vagina and continued making love while his hands held hers above her head.
Wrapping her legs around his hips , she thrust upward to the same rhythm he was driving into her. Paden loved how he was holding her hands down against the mattress so she couldn’t move them while the weight of his body left her completely trapped and at his mercy. Knowing that he was coming very quickly to the brink, Paden gave a few last hard thrusts in tandem with his and just as she had hoped, they climaxed together.
CJ had told Danny, his drummer the night before that he would be going home with Paden and that he didn’t need a ride. After taking a hot shower and getting something to eat in the hotel dining room, they grabbed their bags from the room and went to the lobby to check out.
Handing over the door key card and his credit card to the gal at the desk, they waited while she pulled up what she needed on the computer. Looking up at him with a smile, she pushed his credit card back toward him and said, “You’re all set, Mr. Tanner. Your bill is paid for.”
Looking confused, he turned to Paden , wondering if she had anything to do with this.
“Don’t look at me,” Paden said with a shrug of her shoulders.
Looking at the clerk, CJ asked, “Are you sure? I don’t know of anyone who would pay my hotel bill. My band and I all pay for our rooms separately.”
Looking at the computer one more time the clerk confirmed, “I’m sure , Mr. Tanner. It seems someone paid your bill last night around 10 p.m.”
Looking even more confused , CJ asked, “Do you know who paid for it? Is there a credit card name?”
Looking back up at CJ , now equally confused, the clerk explained, “That’s odd. It looks like the bill was paid in cash. There’s no credit card or transaction receipt.”
CJ was dumbfounded , and instead of being happy that his bill had mysteriously gotten paid, he was becoming more and more unnerved.
With a joking voice the clerk dismissed it as nothing and simply stated, “Perhaps you have an admiring fan! Have a good day and we hope to see you back here again soon. Drive safe back to Nashville.”
Chapter Nine
The first part of the ride back home CJ was very quiet while questions ran through his head. Why would anyone do that? Why the secrecy of the gesture? How did anyone know he was staying at that hotel? Why would someone pay his bill in cash at ten o’clock at night while he was still on stage?
The whole situation felt very suspicious and he couldn’t help feeling again like he was being watched, if not stalked. As he and Paden talked it through , they both agreed that it was a bit creepy.
Once again CJ had an uneasy feeling and wondered if Paden was safe being around him. The thought really upset him because he had fallen hard for her. It was then that Paden told him the story of the woman at the bar who had looked at her with such venom. When CJ asked her what the woman looked like, Paden could only remember that the gal had red hair. The club had been
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