His perfect white teeth sank into his bottom lip.

"I want to touch you," I said.

"Please, Baby Girl. I'm dyin' here," his deep voice rasped.

My feet felt leaden as I made my way to him. When I stood between his legs, I sank to my knees and placed my hands on his thighs. He sucked in a deep breath and removed his hand from his cock.

Looking up into his eyes, I nearly combusted.

"Please..." he begged softly.

I damn near came.

Gently, I wrapped my right hand around the base of him. My fingers curled around the girth, my fingertips unable to touch. His moan was so hot that I had to close my eyes and breathe in an attempt to calm the ache between my legs. I knew how he hated it when I closed them, so I counted to three and continued with my eyes open. I pulled up slowly, watching his massive cock. A large pearl of pre-cum welled out of the fat mushroom cap, making my mouth water.

Should I?

I think I should.

Pushing my fist down, I leaned forward and sucked the tip of him into my mouth.

Taken totally by surprise, he gasped, "Oh fuck!"

Swirling my tongue around it, I let the taste of him spread throughout my mouth. He tasted delicious, salty and sweet. I really wanted to take this monster all the way, and with all the sausage-swallowing I'd done, I just might be able to. It wouldn't be impossible.

If I could just relax my jaw and throat and work my way down...

"Fuck, Kenna," he choked.

His long fingers speared through my wet hair, snagging a little on the strands. The sting of it only spurred me on.

My hands slid up and went around his waist. Holding on to him, my fingertips dug into the flesh in his back, and I just went for it.

"Oh God!" he moaned.

I had about half of him in my mouth, and I had to pull back before going down for more. His fingertips bit into my scalp, and I could hear him breathing in ragged sharp bursts.

I was three-quarters of the way.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted.

Easing even farther down the huge length of him, I set my brain into meditation mode. I didn't need to think. I just needed to be. He hit the back of my throat, and I relaxed. I took him a little farther with my lips wrapped around the base of him, and his trimmed pubic hair tickled my nose.

"Oh my God," he groaned.

I pulled back and pushed forward until he was lodged in my throat. Then, I did it again and again and again.

"Baby Girrrl..." he moaned, sounding tortured. "I'm gonna come if you don't stop now," he warned.

I could feel it. He was really close, his cock was harder and thicker than ever. But I wasn't doing this to tease him. I wanted him to come. I needed to feel it, taste it, live it. Phil fucking Deveraux was writhing and squirming beneath my face, panting and moaning, and I loved it.

"Fuck!" he roared, holding my head into his groin, punching his hips up at the same time. "Oh fuck!" His cock pulsed and jerked as his hot molten-self spurted down my throat, bypassing my tongue and taste buds. Panting, grunting, and gasping for breath, he realized he had my face smashed into his crotch with his dick still in my throat.

"Oh fuck." He pushed my head up and off of him. "Baby Girl, are you okay?"

I cleared my throat. Okay, I can taste him now. "I'm fine."

Chest rising and falling rapidly, he pulled me up onto his lap, his arms tightly cradling me to him. "Oh God, I'm sorry. I totally lost it."

"I know. That was awesome," I said. I smiled, filled to the brim with joy.

He slumped back, his head resting against the wall. His eyes were closed as he tried to catch his breath. "Fuck."

I pressed a kiss to his hard jawline. His hand reached up, and he held my face to his neck.

"How the fuck did you do that?"

I shrugged, not about to confess to my kielbasa-swallowing days. "I wanted to."

Standing up, he carried me in his arms. It was wonderful, considering I had basically given up any sort of hope of any man being able to do so. He set me on my feet beneath the deluge of water, and we quickly washed up. Then, he turned off the shower and scooped me back into his arms before marching us into the bedroom and laying me down on the bed, soaking wet.

Oh, man. I'm seriously on fire and freaking the fuck out.

Covering me with his huge warm body, he was above me, over me. His lips were kissing me, his tongue was licking me, and his hands were stroking me, driving everything out of my head but the feel of him.

"My wonderful, beautiful Baby Girl" he murmured against my lips. He continued to kiss and lick his way down my neck and along my collarbone before moving lower to kiss my breasts. He lightly sucked and bit at each nipple before heading farther down.

When Phil's burning wet mouth pressed on my core, I nearly bowed off the bed. I moaned, and I felt him growl, the vibration of his mighty voice buzzing through me. His tongue slicked between the lips of my sex before flicking lazily over my clit, coaxing a sob from me with the most amazing sensations. He sucked, kissed, and lapped at me until I was writhing and thrusting against his mouth.

"Fuck, you taste amazin'," he said.

Fisting my hands in his hair, I tugged his face back into my crotch. "Don't fucking stop!" I commanded.

Gently, his teeth scraped over my engorged sensitive flesh. He sucked my clit in between his soft full lips, his tongue laving, until my spine went rigid, and I came hard and loud.

Gathering my limp body into his arms, he cradled me against him and kissed me again, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. His hand slipped between my legs, and he pushed two fingers into me, grinding the heel of his hand against my throbbing sensitive clit.

"Oh gods..." I moaned. My hand clasped hard at his bicep as my head fell back, my neck arcing.

He watched as I unraveled. I could feel his gaze on me like a warm piece of fabric cloaking my face. He wanted to witness when I fell apart.

"God, you're so close." His voice rumbled over me, washing through me. "I can feel it. You're getting so tight."

His two fingers brilliantly fucked me, pressing deeply into a secret sensitive spot, circling and swishing through my liquid heat.

Softly brushing his mouth over my lower lip, he whispered, "When I finally get to put my dick in you, I ain't ever gonna leave. I need to know how it feels to be a part of you, to be whole. I wanna feel you come all over me-"

"Phil!" I gasped, coming even harder this time, strongly clenching his fingers.

"You're gonna fuckin' break me. I just know it."

When I returned to my own self-my breathing normal, my heart steady-he slowly withdrew his fingers and stuck them into his mouth before sucking them clean.

He had to be the hottest, sexiest motherfucker on the planet.

Then, he pressed his Third Eye to mine and filled me with a joy so intense that my eyes burned behind my lids. Warm and safe, I swore, I felt...loved. I felt his love even though he had never uttered the word. My heart was full to bursting with it.

"My other half," he whispered.

"Baby Girl" Phil's incredible deep baritone caressed its way into my ear. "Baby Girl, it's time to wake up."

"No..." I protested, wrapping my arms around him while burrowing deeper into his embrace.

He chuckled. Warm and naked, he was tangled all up with me.

"I don't wanna go, but you said I have to, so I am."

I huffed, all grumpy, "I changed my mind."

"Well, all right then. I'll piss off the record company and disappoint thousands of fans-"

"Millions," I corrected him. "Millions of fans."

"Yeah, all right," he said. He relaxed into the bed, the weight of his limbs holding me down, pinning me to him.

"Phil?"

"Yeah, Baby Girl."

I sighed. "You gotta go."

"I know, but not if my Baby Girl tells me no."

"Ass. Get up."

Instead, he rolled me onto my back, settling between my thighs, and rubbed his monstrosity of a hard-on against my crotch. His hands came up to frame my face, and he kissed me. It was so good that I didn't even notice our morning breath.

I squirmed up against him.

"Woman, you're testin' my fortitude."

"Just put the tip in," I whispered.

Phil busted out laughing. "I have to jump in the shower, but you can stay in bed a little longer, if you want," he told me, sitting back.

"I can shower with you," I said sleepily.

"Mmm...I won't make it on time if you do. I need to be quick, and I'm findin' it hard enough to leave you already."

"Okay."

I wasn't the least bit hurt. His bed was huge and really, really comfortable. Plus, it smelled like him. So, I burrowed myself into it and dozed off.

Then, he was back, kissing me. He tasted all good and minty.

"Do you want to just stay here until you have to get ready for work?"

"No, I'm going to head home."

"Do you need me and the guys to drive you?"

"Nope. I'm stupid close. I'll just walk."

"Where the hell do you live, Kenna?" He sounded grumpy.

My lips spread into a cheeky smile. "You'll see on Friday."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Crawling my way out of bed, I dug out my clean underwear from my bag.

Dressed with my hair put up, I splashed some water onto my face.

I took his hand, and we headed downstairs. He had a stuffed travel bag slung over his shoulder, and it hit me that he was really leaving.

He'll be back before I know it. It's less than a week.

He handed me his keys when we reached the side door. "They're to the house and the truck. Don't pick me up in that tin can you drive. I won't fit."

I cracked up. "Yeah, all right."

He kissed my Third Eye. "Come and use the shower whenever you want, yeah?"

I wouldn't, but I said, "Okay."

After locking up, we walked around to the front where the guys were already piling into a large black van. Their manager was in the driver's seat, and he waved cordially to us.

Phil pulled me into his arms. "I miss you already."

"Me, too."

"I'll remember last night all week, Kenna. I'm fuckin' gettin' a chub right now just thinkin' about it."

I grinned and turned up my face to his for another kiss.

"I'll call you when I get there, okay?"