You’re flyin’ high at the show, I’m feeling hot to the touch
You say you’ll miss me the most, I say I’ll miss you so much
But something keeps me quiet, I’m alive, I’m a lush
Your love, your love, our love
I was his favorite fan, that’s what he always told me. I was there at the concert, watching him play with the band. All of my friends were there too, since we had all been lovestruck fans of the rock star Santana McCartney. But I had a secret that no one knew but him and I, and even though I knew my friends would be jealous and astonished by it something made me keep quiet. All of my friends were dancing but I couldn’t lose myself in the music. Thinking of the way he touched me made me want to lose myself in Santana.
. . . and his hands are up
On the balcony and I’m singing
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I’m in love
I was shouting out the lyrics with my friends, our hands in the air. I felt hot to the touch and I just wanted to be alone with him. To feel him. To breathe him in. I craved him like a drug. His emerald green eyes flickered down at me for a second, and Santana grinned down at me. I felt my flower getting wetter when he winked at me, and I wondered what he’d do to me tonight. The song ended in a crescendo and then it was time to leave. Well it was time for my friends to leave, and all the other fans. But for me and Santana, the night was just beginning.
. . . I’m feeling hotter than fire
I guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher
Te deseo, cariño, boy it’s you I desire
I had gotten a backstage pass unlike my other friends. I always got the backstage pass for our special encounters. So I waited patiently for all the other fans to hug and take photos with Santana and I could feel my arousal building up inside of me. I was the last one to see him, and when I walked inside his green room a smile grew on his face. That wasn’t the only thing growing either. “Courtney,” Santana said in that deep sexy voice of his. Just thinking about it made my knees weak. “Nice to see you again.”
“Hi, Santana,” I said, biting my lip.
“Come closer,” he said. I pushed a lock of my ash blonde hair behind my ear and complied. Santana noticed I was still biting my lip and he whispered in my ear, “Court, you know I fucking love it when you bite your lip.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me passionately. His engorged cock pressed against my mound and I moaned quietly.
I took off my crop top and wrapped my legs around his waist. Santana propped me up on his muscular body and he glanced down at my perky tits with a look of lust. He pushed me against the wall and cupped my tits in his hands, his thumbs trailing around my hard nipples. I breathed in sharply. I didn’t want the anticipation anymore. Normally, Santana and I would do some foreplay, I’d give him a blow job and he might have eaten me out, but I didn’t want that tonight. I wanted him inside me. I wanted Santana to fill me up and I wanted it now.
Santana took one of my nipples into his mouth and I ran my hands through his dark tousled hair before whispering into his ear, “I want you inside of me. Please, Santana, fuck me.” His green eyes stared at me again, for a long second before he grinned again, set me down and locked the door.
“Take off your clothes.” he said, and I took off my shorts, leaving me standing in the green room in nothing but my black lace thong. Santana walked towards me and kissed my neck, sucking on it passionately until I knew there’d be a hickey the next day. I took off his tight Henley and he lowered his zipper. Then his big cock sprang free, and looking at it made my pussy even wetter. “Bend over.” His deep voice made me shudder, and I felt my wetness gush again. I complied to Santana’s command and he pushed my thong to the side before sliding his hard-on into my wet core. I moaned louder than I ever had before and I felt my eyes roll up. Santana thrust in and out of me at a steady pace and I groaned in pleasure, but I still wanted it harder, I wanted to come.
“F-fuck me harder,” I breathed, before moaning again passionately.
I heard Santana chuckle and he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “What’s the magic word?” Just speaking to me made my eyes roll up again. Santana had cast a spell on me, and I didn’t want the antidote.
“Fuck me harder.” I repeated, taking a deep breath in when he rubbed my aching clit. “Please.”
“You only had to ask.” Santana started thrusting into my pussy like there was no tomorrow, and I knew I was close to my climax. He rubbed my love button until it was raw, but when he pulled my hair, I screamed and the waves of my climax slammed through my body. My eyes were rolled up into my head, and I shivered while Santana was still thrusting into me. When his dick started to throb inside of me, I knew Santana was close to his, and before he painted my pussy walls white, he groaned and said, “Oh fuck, Courtney. The things you do to me . . .” Then his dick started to fill me up with his cum, and I moaned at the sensation. That’s how I knew I was his favorite fan.
On the balcony and I'm saying
Move baby, move baby, I'm in love
I'm in love
I'm in love
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