Wicked End by Bella Jeanisse

had rolled back, and the nails of her right hand dug into his flesh.
    He growled as he felt her pussy start to tense. He knew she was about to cum. “Scream my name,” he demanded, wanting his bandmates to be jealous.
    She pulled his hair and cried out, “God, Brandon!” Her back arched as it lasted. He started ramming into her faster and harder. “Fuck!” she shouted as more spasms consumed her and fluid burst from her. She was glad they put towels under her.
    “Damn, Tink!” He groaned and pushed his pelvis against hers, grinding slowly while semen exploded from him. As soon as he recovered, he closed his eyes, then softly uttered, “Close your eyes and don’t move.”
    Then Brandon got up. He dressed with a scowl on his face. He hated rushing, especially with Mackenzie. He and Scott had spoken about what she wanted out of the trip. They were close friends and both agreed making several items on her list come to life would be exciting. Why did he have to interrupt us?
    Mackenzie did as she was told. He rarely made demands. She knew he had a good reason and couldn’t wait to find out what it was. They had finally crossed off sex on the tour bus, which was even better than she expected. Neither of them fell to the floor. They had had expected to while they barreled down the freeway.
    Minutes later, the door opened again. She smiled and put her leg on the back of the couch, giving him greater access. When she heard clothes coming off, she wondered what they were going to do next. Then the couch sank a bit between her legs. She lifted her hips, needing him again.
    He kept her waiting, as he looked her over. Nice! He glanced down at his thick erection. It was jerking, trying to find its way into her soaking wet pussy. The fluid oozing out of it made it look all the better. With a grin, he leaned down and lapped at it.
    She was slightly shocked that he was eating her out after cumming in her. He was sucking, licking and nipping her. It was nothing like his usual style—a bit rough, yet totally amazing. He traced the outline of her pussy twice before thrusting just the tip in. Then he dragged it up to her clit and toyed with her, driving her up a wall.
    His tongue slid inside her pussy while a finger started to rub her clit. He added another finger and increased the pressure. He felt the reaction right away. She liked it rough. He grinned, lifted his hand and lowered his mouth again. At first, he teased her clit. When she moved her hips, he dove in and sucked on it hard.
    “Uh… Uh, God!” her hands balled into fists and her hips lifted, grounding into his face. “Fuck… me, Brandon! Please… fuck me!”
    He pulled away, happy to oblige. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance then grabbed the end of the couch. With a grunt, he thrust forward, hard.
    Shocked by his size, her eyes flew open. “Scott?” She was confused for a few seconds that the bassist was on top of her. Then she remembered the deal and smirked; another one off the list. She had not agreed to it being bareback, though.
    “Heard you wanted to do me first,” Scott replied. “So I thought I’d make your dreams come true.” He leaned down and licked her left nipple as he slowly ground his hips into hers. “Beautiful tits… haven’t seen them in a few months.” He loved when Brandon fucked her in front of them.
    She looked up at him. “I thought you were Brandon.” She should have known when she didn’t feel his beard or tongue ring.
    “I can give you a lot more than he can.”
    “Size isn’t everything.”
    Scott withdrew and thrust in harder. “Not what I meant. I really know how to fuck. Believe me.” He lay down on her, holding her shoulders tightly. “You’ll never forget this,” he whispered.
    Mackenzie cried out after only three strokes, her nails digging into his back. His length allowed him to get in deeper, and his girth stretched her more, but his technique made it even more amazing. He pulled out to the