Hot New Release "Toxic" by Meghan Quinn

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“You’re an addiction I can’t overcome, no matter how hard I try.” – Rook Tyler

His life consists of his best friend, Jack Daniels, his favorite drug of choice and women. Rook Tyler lives for performing at night and wasting the rest of his days washing away the pain from his childhood so he doesn’t have to feel anything...ever. The only people he trusts are his band mates from Shattered Souls and he wants to keep it that way. His life was completely under control and simple until he heard the voice of Maisy Madison filter through The Tavern speakers. 

Growing up in the foster care system with her two other band mates from Twisted Perfection, Maisy finds herself doing pretty much anything to get her and her band noticed but nothing seems to be working. One lucky night, Shattered Souls, the most popular band in the country, decides to show up at their little concert and luckily signs them on the spot. But the arena venues and massive amount of fans isn’t what has Maisy shaking in her heels. It’s the deep baritone voice of Rook Tyler that has haunted her dreams for years which has her wondering if she can actually go through with the tour. 

The force is almost too strong. He can feel her everywhere he goes and no matter how much he tries to resist her, he finds himself gravitating towards Maisy, wanting to hold her, kiss her and touch her. He knows he shouldn’t get involved. He knows no matter what, he will end up hurting her but he can’t help it, his soul is connected to hers and the pull is too strong for him to resist. 

Rook warned her time and time again but she doesn’t listen, she doesn’t want to listen. She needs him and she doesn’t care that she knows deep down in her heart that their relationship is going to end in disaster.She refuses to acknowledge that no matter what they do, their love is toxic.

Excerpt:

“Ten minutes and you’re on.” Pete knocked on Rook’s door.

Rook shook his head at the cue from his band manager. Pete had by far the worst timing Rook had ever seen, always interrupting his important meetings. If Rook knew the slut between his legs at the current moment was going to give the worst blow job he had ever experienced, he would have never asked her to join him in his dressing room. If it wasn’t for her massively fake tits bobbing up and down, he would have a serious case of limp dick. 

She looked up at him while her mouth was wrapped around his barely impressive erection and smiled. She was so pleased with herself. Little did she know a confused lesbian could probably give

better head than her. 

If he wasn’t so high at the current moment, he might have kicked her out by now but he was too chilled out to care that much. So instead, he let her continue to suck him while he stared at her tits. 

He grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels that was sitting next to him, took a long swig and then winked at…well, he didn’t know her name but that didn’t matter. He would sign whatever she wanted when she finally finished him off and then send her on her way. After the piss poor suction job she was doing, he would bet two dicks and a nut sack that he would never see her sloppy tits again. 

What was she doing down there? It felt like she was just drooling all over him rather than licking and sucking. She was moving her head a lot but was not stimulating him enough. Was he really that high that he had absolutely no feeling in his cock? 

Her hand slid from his balls to his shaft as she started to pump him, up and down. She was barely gripping him, it was as if she was trying to lightly clean a cucumber rather than milk him for all he was worth. 

“Five minutes Rook…”

Fuck.

He needed to get this over with and get himself clean. He took another swig from his beloved friend Jack and then swatted her hand away from his dick. Utter shock crossed her face but he didn’t care. He wrapped his hand around his erection and started doing the dirty work himself. 

She leaned in and gave him a wicked smile. “You don’t want me to do that for you?”

Fuck no! But he didn’t say that.

“I want you to stand in front of me and play with your tits.”

She smiled at him, stood up and started fondling herself. She threw her head back and moaned when she pinched her nipples. Even though Rook knew she was putting on a show for him, he still got a bit of a kick out of her performance and felt himself start to grow larger in his hand. Finally!

“That’s perfect. Keep touching yourself.”

She squeezed her tits together and pouted at him. “But I want to touch you, not myself.”

“You had your chance, now let me suck on one of your tits. Bring them to my mouth.”

She stumbled for a second and said, “Did you not like me touching you?”

Fuck, he needed to get this over with. 

“You were awesome, the best ever. My dick is so hard for you.” He lied in a monotone voice, not trying to hide his annoyance. “But I like to watch more.”

That made her smile and before he knew it, one of her massively large breasts was stuck in his mouth. That was exactly what the erection Gods called for. He fondled the other one with his spare hand and that was all he needed. He threw his head back and groaned as he released himself all over the girl with the weak suck. 

He pumped himself dry and when he finally stopped throbbing, he opened his eyes and saw the girl start to take off the rest of her clothes. 

“Uh, what are you doing?” He asked. 

“It’s my turn.”

Rook stuffed his dick back in his pants and zipped them up, causing her to pout even more. God, he hated pouters. Why women thought it was attractive to pout, he would never know. All it did was irritate the shit out of him and make him want to act out in a violent rage. 

What did the slut really expect anyway? For him to go down on her? Yea, fat chance in hell. 

Rook looked around with his hands in his pocket. “Yea, this is awkward. You need to leave.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Time to go sweetheart. I have a show, rain check though.” He didn’t mean it but if it meant she would leave then he would say whatever it took. 

He picked up her clothes for her and shoved them in her direction. She quickly threw them on as he opened the door to his dressing room. Pete was just about to knock on his door when Rook escorted the busty blonde out his door. Pete gave Rook a disapproving look but Rook just shrugged his shoulders and started walking toward the stage. 

“Rook…”

Shit.

Rook turned around and looked at his band manager who didn’t look all too happy. Pete sniffed Rook and said, “Have you been drinking before the show again?” Pete then looked into Rook’s eyes. “Fuck, are you high?”

Rook just shrugged his shoulders once again, not wanting to answer his pest of a band manager. 

“Damn it, Rook. I told you we can’t send you out there drunk and high. How many times are we going to go through this?”

Rook held up his hand. “I’m going to stop you right there before that little vein in your head pops.” Rook touched the ever beating vein and cringed at the squishy feeling that came from it. “Everyone knows I’m phenomenal on stage whether I’m drunk, high or both. So get off my back and show me where I need to be.”