EroticReverie

Paisleah Jane Perry …the next day..

I’m confused. Very fucking confused. The man fingered me like he had magical pussy fucking fingers made specifically for my body and hasn’t said two god damn words to me since. Okay. I didn’t expect him to fall or over me or be up my ass or anything. Especially after he sent me back to my tour bus after making me soak the couch of his tour bus. But he called it his. Made some possessive demand that I wasn’t allowed to show off for anyone but him. But then just goes silent all day long? 

He doesn’t even look at me backstage as we watch the openers. He hangs out beside Rhett and his other band mates and mine. Talking to everyone but me. When it’s time for my band and myself to take the stage , I excuse myself to go to the dressing area and unzip one of the bags. It’s supposed to be a back up incase anything happened to the corset. But fuck it. 

I pull on the bra covered in rhinestones, that had clear straps. It’s a half size too small and the girls are looking fucking absolutely great and my cleavage is superb. The clear straps make it appear strapless. The rhinestones are the same colors as my corset but the colors fade into later shade and there’s super light pink rhinestones in the shape of hearts in the center of each cup.  And I switch out my jeans for my tiny little pink jean shorts that have hearts on the back pockets. Then slip on my fucking boots and throw on my jean jacket and leave the top few buttons undone and pull my hair out the back. 

When I walk out and go back to the open backstage area. I can feel his eyes on me. I look over to make sure. So NOW he wants to look at me. His eyes flick up and down. His beard moving as his jaw clenches. I watch his big fucking hands clench and he wipes them on his jeans. 

“Behave.” He mouths. I roll my eyes and turn around and leave the backstage area with my band. 

When I’m onstage and during the second song removing my jacket, I eat up the whistles and hollers and give flirty smiles and winks to men in the crowd. I do my normal routine of dancing a little as I move back and forth across stage. 

When I finish the song and return back to the mic stand I happen to glance to the side stage and see him. Right fucking there. Watching me. Arms crossed over his big chest. His big ass cowboy hat creating a shadow over the eyes that glaring at me like he’s ready to bend me over and spank me for showing off. 

I just cock my brow as if to say “well that’s what you get for ignoring me all day asshole.” 

I finish my set , having pulled my hair up into a high pony half way through due to the humidity  even as the as the sun sets. It was hot as fuck and I’m sweaty and waving to the crowd as I carry my jacket off stage and walk right past the grumpy asshole who stood there scowling the entire show. 

“What did I tell you?” He growls as I walk past him. I ignore him and carry on. You want to ignore me? I can play that game. I think to myself as I walk off the side of the stage and down the steps and I can feel him following along with others.

“Great set.” Rhett smirks at me with a wink. I roll my eyes knowing he’s using that word because he can pretend he meant the set on stage and not the “set” in my chest. 

“What do you just fucking say to her?” Jamesons voice cuts my steps short and I turn. Finding  him standing there over Rhett glaring at him and ready to wring his neck. 

“Uh great set?” He says. “Her show?” He says. I roll my eyes and walk over and grab his forearm with both hands. 

“Easy tiger” I whisper and he glares at Rhett. 

“I know exactly what you fucking meant. Say shit like that again to her and they’ll be the last words you ever fucking speak.” He threatens his own band mate. 

Rhett laughs. 

“Okay man. You got it.” He says and throws his hands up. 

Then Jameson turns and looks down at me. 

“You. Bus. Now.” He growls and I roll my eyes. 

“You have a show to do.” I remind him. 

“Now Paisleah.” He growls and storms off and Rhett chuckles.

“Quit being a shithead” I hiss at Rhett and he laughs as I follow the grumpy fucker that only now decides he wants to speak to me. 

Once I’m on the bus , he’s right where he was standing last time. Looking just as pissed as before. 

“What did I tell you about this shit?” He says and nods to my bra. 

“Dunno, I don’t remember you saying much of anything since you finger banged me and then didn’t talk to me all fucking day” I say raising my voice and crossing my arms. Sticking out my hip and kicking my foot to the side as I stand there glaring up at him. 

“So you did this to piss me off?” He asks. 

I shrug. “Maybe” 

“We’ll. It fucking worked. Congratulations honey.” He growls and then grabs me and sits down and throws me over his lap and I yelp. 

“What the hell are you- ahhhh!” I scream as his large hand smacks over my rhinestone heart covered ass cheek. 

“Jesus Jameson!” I squeak and he smacks the other side and I yelp. 

“Fuck!” I squeal and he yanks me off his lap and then pulls me onto it so I’m straddling him. 

“What the fuck are you-“ I’m cut off by his hand slapping over the top of my right breast. I gasp. Then he slaps the left. 

“What the fu-“ I gasped as he grabs the clear straps and yanks them. The straps busting and I feel the shift of my breast as the fall just a fraction lower.

“What the hell?!” I yell and smacks his chest and then his hands reach around and I gasp. 

“Jameson what are doing?” I ask as my rhinestone covered tits are pressed against him and I feel his fingers unclasp the back and then he pulls the bra off. Leaving me topless and my tits pressed against him.

“You’re not wearing that shit ever again” he growls and I’m fucking pissed off and turned on at the same time. 

“You have a lot of fucking nerve” I hiss. 

“So do you ,honey” he says and then his larg hand is sliding up my bare back and into my hair and I shiver and moan and hate how fucking turned on I am by his possessive bullshit. 

“You wanna show them off honey? Go right ahead. Fuckin show them to me” he says as he is fingers curl harder in my hair and he yanks my head gently back and my hands are on his chest and my tits are pressed against the soft cotton of his typical valve short sleeved shirt. 

“Show me” he growls and I glare at him. 

“Make me” I breathe and he licks his teeth and pulls my hair harder back and I whimper as my head is pulled gently. Making my back arch and my tits move off of his chest and I hear him groan as my tits hit the air. 

“Those are fucking gorgeous Paisleah” he groans and I feel my pussy soak my panties as he compliments my breasts and his hand stays locked in my hair. 

“Fucking perfect honey” he says and I feel his free hand slip onto my stomach and right up between them. I try to lift my head to watch his face or his hand but he tugs at my hair. Keeping my head back. 

“You are so fucking beautiful” he groans and his hand wraps around my neck lightly before sliding down and over my collar bone side to side. 

“You like showing these perfect tits to me Paisleah, hmm?” He asks as his hand slides back down between them and over my stomach. 

“Yeah” I breathe with a little moan. 

“Good, cause I want you showing these to me every night honey” he says and then slaps one of my breasts. It’s a light smack and he groans as I gasp and he grabs my breast in his hand and squeezes as I moan. 

“That’s for showing them off in that little fucking bra of yours for the whole god damn world to see” he growls and then smacks the other and I fucking moan. 

“And that’s for having such gorgeous fucking tits Paisleah” he groans and grabs the other he just smacked. 

“And this is for making me want to fuck your chest” he growls and pinches my nipple. Hard. Pulling it as I hiss and cry out and then let’s go and smacks it again. 

“Can I fuck your chest, honey?” He groans and I moan and nod with my head STILL fucking pulled back. 

“Yeah? You want to let my cock feel these the way I’m gonna feel your tight pussy and ass?” 

“Fuck, uh huh, yeah” I whimper and he groans and then he’s releasing my hair and I squeak as he swings me off his lap and onto my back. Just like last night but he’s moves up more. His knee to my side near my torso as he looks down at me and unbuckles his belt. 

“Right now?” I breathe. 

“Yes honey, right now” he says and I moan as I watch his unzip and shove his pants down just enough to pull out the dick that started it all. The dick that has been at the forefront of mind since I accidentally walked in on him stroking it. 

“Jesus Jameson” I moan. Because the last place I want him right now is between my tits. 

“Push them together for me honey, give me something nice and tight to fuck” he groans and strokes his hard cock and I curse as my hands push my tits together and he groans as he slaps his dick onto the middle of my tits. Over the cleavage I’ve made. 

“Fucking stunning Paisleah, you look real damn pretty pushing those gorgeous tits together for me , honey” he says and then slides his cock between them from underneath and groans. Lifting his hand and spitting on it then stroking his cock before doing it again and I feel his saliva lubricate my tits slightly as he pushes through them. The head of his cock pushing through the top of my tits. 

“Mmmmm, fuck that’s nice” he groans. 

“Whose tits are these honey?” He groans. 

“Yours” I answer making him hum and nod as he pumps his cock in and out of my tits. 

“Damn right they are ,gorgeous” he says and he places his hands over mine, letting his thumbs rub my nipples and circle them. 

“God you’re so fucking sexy Paisleah” he groans and takes his fucking time fucking my chest like he doesn’t have a show to do. 

“So are you” I whimper and he grins down at me. 

“How was I ever supposed to keep my hands off you honey?” He groans and I moan.

“Fuck, you have the best god damn tits” he groans and I moan as I press them harder and her groans. 

“Yeah baby, make it tight for me, do you feel how big that dick is Paisleah? Do you see that big dick fucking your beautiful big tits?” 

“Feel it honey? Feel that cock fucking your pretty tits ?” 

I nod and whimper. 

“That’s how I’m gonna fuck your wet little pussy tonight Paisleah” 

“Nice and slow while I make your tight cunt stretch for me, nice and slow while I make myself at home inside that hot little wet pussy of yours” 

“God” I pant as he moves a little faster. 

“Then once your wet little pussy gets used to having my cock buried inside of you, I’m gonna go faster, harder, deeper, I’m gonna make you scream for me honey” he groans. 

“You want me to make you scream Paisleah?” He groans. “You want this cock making you scream?” 

“Yes” I cry. 

“Can’t hear you honey” he grins and groans and he pumps faster in and out of my tits. 

“Yes!” I cry. 

“Louder honey” he groans. 

“YES!” I scream it as my tits bounce from his thrust and his balls smack them from beneath and he groans. 

“Fuck Paisleah” he groans. 

There’s a knock at the door and it opens. 

“DONT YOU TAKE ANOTHER FUCKING STEP!” Jameson growls and looks over his shoulder. 

“We need you on stage. NOW.” Max says. 

“Close the damn door! Five minutes!!” Jameson growls as I lay there. My tits being thrusted into as he doesn’t stop. 

The door closes. Jameson looks back at me. 

“Open your mouth Paisleah.” He groans and I do it. My tongue out for him and he groans. 

“Good girl” he growls as he slide his cock out of my tits and shift higher and strokes his cock as I look up at him. 

“You want to taste my cum ,honey?” He asks and I nod and he grunts. 

“You gonna swallow it for me Paisleah? You gonna let me watch you drink it down this pretty little throat?” He asks. His other hand grabbing my neck and I nod. 

“I’m gonna hold your neck while you swallow, I want to feel you drink it” he groans and I moan.

“Good girl, nice and wide, there you go” he groans as I stick my tongue out further and I flinch once as his cum hits my tongue.  My eyes flying back open as I feel warm cum shoot onto the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat and over my tongue. I swallow the first bit of it with my mouth open and he groans as he jerks the last of his cum onto my tongue.  

“Gorgeous, honey” he groans. “Absolutely fucking gorgeous” he says as he looks at me with his cum in my mouth. 

“Swallow the rest for me Paisleah, every drop” he says as he pants and I lick my lips and swallow him down as his hand grips my throat a touch harder. He groans as he feels my throat muscles work at taking him down. He’s the best I’ve ever tasted. And I’m not just saying that. The man makes swallowing cum and easy fucking job. 

“You taste so good” I say and he groans and lets out a heavy sigh and then moved and tucks his cock away and adjusts his pants as I sit up, topless. 

“Is this where you stop talking to me again until you decide to fuck me again?” I ask and he exhales. 

“I wasn’t trying to ignore you Paisleah. I was trying to keep my god damn hands off you.” He says and I stand. 

“We’ll fuckin stop it.” I say and he smirks slightly. 

“I don’t require your attention twenty four seven, but you can at least fucking TALK to me after you use me” I say. 

His nostrils flare. 

He grabs my chin. Lifts it and I glare at him with pinched brows. 

“I don’t want to use you…I mean,..I do, but I want you to use me to…I don’t want you to use you like that, I want to…fuck. “

“Be a man and say it” I hiss. 

His brow cocks. 

“I want you.” He says and I lick my lips. 

“Better.” I say and he smirks. 

“I want you too.” I say and he hums. 

“And your brother ?” He asks. 

“Not really into that Jameson” I say and he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. 

“Dont be smart. You know what I mean.” He says. 

“He’s a big boy. He can fucking deal with it.” I say and he smirks. 

“Youre only nineteen.” He says. 

“So fucking what?” I ask. 

“I’m thirty Paisleah, I’m not interested in a fun little fling, I’m not interested in just taking you to bed.” He says and I chew my lip. 

“Where else do you want to take me?” I ask and he smiles and leans down. 

“Everywhere honey” he says and kisses my lips and I fucking melt. If I thought his fingers inside me was hot or drinking his cum was hot. The soft little kiss I’m given. Our first kiss. Is hotter than anything we’re done so far. 

My lips go for more as he pulls away. 

“Later. If I start kissing on you I’m not going to stop and Max will have my head when I tell him to cancel the rest of the show because I’m too busy tasting your mouth.” He groans but then gives me another soft kiss. 

Then another. And another and I’m sliding my arms up around him. Tits to his chest as his hands slide to the small of my back as he leans down and my back is arched and our head go back and forth as our mouths part and our tongues collide and he groans. 

“Don’t keep kissing me if my dick is all you want Paisleah, because I’m not willing to just be a fucking fling for you honey” he groans. 

“I don’t want a fling” I say. Because I didn’t. He had me wanting so much more. 

“What is you want?” He asks. Stealing more open mouthed kisses as I moan. 

“For you to keep calling me honey” I say and he groans. 

“What about calling you my girl?” He asks and I nod with a moan. 

“Yes Jameson” I say and he groans and slips his tongue back in my mouth. 

“I’m your man Paisleah, so from now on, no more showing off unless I approve the outfit first”

“That demand shouldn’t be as hot as it is” I sigh with a slight whimper and he grins. 

“Is that you agreeing?” He asks and I nod. 

“Pretty sure you could make me agree to anything Jameson” I moan as I kiss him one last time before he pulls back. 

“That’s the plan honey” he winks.