"Yeah, what country are we in?" she replied.
"England, darlin' " he told her.
Pushing her hair out of her eyes she stared at Richie, her eyes welling up. "I never meant for any of this to happen, it's all my fault". "No, nothings your fault, Jon's just being a grumpy bastard"
He took her hand in his, his eyes stared at hers as she poured everything out to him; the loss of her family, addiction and pure heartbreak. She sobbed into his chest as he did his best to comfort her.
"Shh darlin', it'll be alright" he muttered, stroking her back. Jon leant against the door, he heard her sobbing, pouring her heart out to his wing man.
She fell into his warm arms as she finished. He picked her up, her eyes red and cheeks stained. His arms were so cosy and inviting; she could just fall asleep right now. She did as Richie sat her down. She nuzzled his chest as he rubbed her back as the plane landed on smooth tarmac. England was beautiful, green grass everywhere. She was home, she breathed in the sweet smell of silage and the smell that rain had just fallen. She ran down the steps, Richie just barely able to keep up. She whimpered as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her in.
"Oh no, you really got me" she protested as he carried her through check in. She breathed in his heavenly, spicy, musky scent. He stared down at her, his eyes welling at how this woman could put up with a divorce, her mother dying when she was young and living with an alcoholic dad.
She broke down in his arms on the plane. Jon needed a serious talking to.He would contain his anger towards Jon until they had gotten towards the hotel. She was safe. He strode over to his limo, careful to not go in one with Jon; for Evie's sake. He cautiously placed her down and sat beside her, his hand holding onto hers. When they did reach the hotel he slid his key into the lock and opened the room.
The room had a large King sized bed in the middle, a large bay window at the far end, a coffee table and most importantly a kettle. He put her down, his gaze moving towards the coffee that was there waiting for him. Gulp. He downed in ten seconds flat. "You want some?" he asked Evie. She shook her head and a smirk played about on her lips. "Come here King" she seductively whispered.
He wasn't called the King of Swing for nothing you know. He bit his lip unsure of what Jon would think of it. Ah well fuck it. She grabbed his shoulders as he slobbered kisses on her neck. She groaned. He made little kisses down her arm to her hand. She bit his earlobe as he grunted and groaned through the kisses. "If you can play dirty, I can too" she whispered, he slyly smiled. He pushed her down, his hands wanting to stroke her so hard that she cums. But he'd do it slowly.Just to tease her. He leant down and sniffed her heavenly scent. He licked his lips as he wanted one of those nipples in his mouth.He'd undo her piece by piece. His fingers pulled off her t-shirt effortlessly, exposing two beautiful breasts underneath that bra. Now he had to do something about that bra. His fingers clumsily tried to undo it.
"Need help" Evie asked, eyes blackened. Richie nodded. She undid it, taking it off with absolute precision, flinging it to the other end of the room. "Now where were we?" he asked, gazing at them; natural perfection, the best ones he had ever seen and he had seen a lot of breasts.His fingers rubbed them, caressing until they had become hard pebbles of perfection. He groaned as she squirmed and squiggled underneath him. His hand cupped one as he tested it's weight against his hand, yep it was the right weight for him.
His tounge licked at the valley between her breasts. Waves of pleasure hit her as he sent little shots through her core.
"Oh Richie harder" she screamed as juices spilled out of her, staining the bed.
He evilly grinned as his fingers slid down her body. He gently but firmly spread her legs for her; she arched.
"Wait darlin' " he gasped, sliding one finger into her soaking heat. She groaned the exquisite pleasure too much to bear; she needed orgasm. He delved in another finger into the wetness. He slowly pumped getting harder and harder as her orgasm drew nearer and nearer. Then her hips buckled; pussy tighter. He withdrew his finger from her sore clit and replaced it with his tounge, as her heart raced inside of her chest. He slowly teased her with his tounge, lapping at her juices.
"Oh God, sticky sweet just the way I like it" he moaned. She nodded, not being able to speak through the pleasure this man was giving her. He sat up, rubbing her sweaty forehead with his hand. He stared at Evie, she was lost in the pleasure, her head lolled back and her pussy even tighter.
He stuck his cock into her, them both whole. She screamed his name coarsely as the second orgasm tore her apart. He pushed her, pumping her till he was dry and had nothing left. Her eyes rolled as she went into abyss, "I think ya broke my dick darlin' " he told her; she smirked at his remark. He lay next to her, exhausted and milk-dry. He pulled up the covers and welcomed the land of abyss, as his orgasm crashed through him like a freight train.
a/n I've been really depressed lately, probably why I'm writing smut, also the emotional abuse, manipulation and what not has been getting worse.
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