Chapter 162

“ I didn’t get this bite mark on my shoulder for nothing sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear. Her gasp gave him enormous joy.

“Keep this up wise ass and you might just have a new bite on a very sensitive place..”

“Will you kiss it better afterwards?” He was innocence himself.

“Richie…stop it!”

He pouted at her..”Just asking..”

“Does he always talk this much or is it Mr. Daniels talking?”

“Nope it’s Mr. Sambora talking . You don’t wanna see him if Jack takes over.”

The trip was short and Richie decided to join Stacey at the cottage while Jon dragged Cheyenne of to the mansion.

“My bed is bigger than yours anyway. “

“You are such a spoiled brat.” She smiled into Jon’s eyes.

“Well good night Richie and Stacey..see ya tomorrow or the day after.”

“Goodnight Chey and Stud of New Jersey.”

Cheyenne’s dress was zipped half way down when the door closed behind them.

“Jon! Calm down honey we have all night.”

“Fuck waiting..I’ve had a damn hard on since you two rubbed each other at the club. I’m done waiting.” Her dress fell on the tiles.

Cheyenne laughed at his desperate face. His eyes glittered as they moved over her curves.

She stepped into his arms, her palms touching his chest.

“God you smell good.” Her nose buried in his chest.

“Are you smelling me up or rubbing up against my fur?”

“Hmmmm …both.” Her tongue darted out and flicked over a male nipple.

“Oh God , that’s it…we’re not gonna make the bedroom.”

Her bra fell away and her thong hit the tiles.

“Congratulations rock star you actually managed to get my panties off without ripping them.”

He growled against her neck, nipping and licking her satiny skin.

She felt herself lifted and the next moment her back hit the cold tiles.

“Oh..Jon!”

He stared at her for a moment. His pants and shirt hit the floor and he opened her legs, moving in between them.

His mouth was all over, she shuddered, the storm inside her ripping her insides. Her hands stroked his back, her legs wrapped around his waist. His muscles were bunching as he felt her wrapped around him, pressing him closer to her moist haven.

The steel of him pressed at her thigh, Jon breaths came in gasps, Cheyenne was shivering the desire in her reaching boiling point.

He plunged inside her, filling her.

Her wetness drew him even deeper. His mouth claimed hers in a fiery battle. Their tongues mated, stroking each other, licking , nipping.

Jon’s hand cupped her mounds, stroking, kneading changing into squeezing as his passion spun out of control. The cold tiles and Jon’s warmth heightened her senses, sending it spiralling.

“Oh..I love you inside me…it feels so damn good…Oh God Jon!”

Jon felt her closing on him and he lost himself inside her.

He collapsed on her, breathing on her skin, sweat dripping from his face.

“See what you do to me, baby. I’m a damn mess.”

“A sexy mess that is.”

She kissed his golden head, feeling his heartbeat matching hers.