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When Fangirls Cry Page 4
Author: Marian Tee

Startled, she looked at Rathe. Then she looked over her shoulder and saw Staffan gazing at her. His eyes burned with a desire that was only for her, and beyond him were his fans, heartbreak written all over their faces. Once upon a time, Staffan Aehrenthal had not just been Sweden’s #1 Sex God. He had also been Mr. Fucktastic, a rock star who had been famous for doing it with a different fangirl, groupie, or just about any hot chick he fancied after every concert. There were rumors that he could even please multiple women all at the same time, and Saffi knew from painful experience that it was true.

That it had been true.

Staffan was the last to get inside the limousine, and the moment the door was shut closed, he growled, “Come here.” He was almost rough in his need to get to Saffi, and the moment he had her on his lap, he took a fistful of her beautiful silky hair and pulled her head down to kiss her.

Saffi’s arms went around his neck, kissing him back just as hungrily. There would never ever be a day she would tire of it, Saffi was sure, not even when she was eighty and unable to scream his name whenever his song would play on the radio.

When Staffan lifted his head, she smiled up at him dreamily.

He smiled back. “So, koukla mou, another lie?”

Diabolical dottyback.

“Err---”

“Was sick Aunt Brittany’s dying wish to watch Celsius and wear a shirt that could pass as underwear?” He suddenly looked like he wanted to strangle her. “Did you f**king forget one of your beloved fangirls almost got away with throwing acid on your face? Did you f**king forget that the last time you held a mini fan convention, those f**king Celsius fans went on attack like rabid dogs and almost beat you up? Did you FUCKING forget any of those?”

Her normally agile mind failed to come up with an answer that would appease Staffan’s temper. “Umm, I f**king didn’t?” She whispered the words, hoping to make Staffan smile.

A muscle started ticking near Staffan’s tightly clenched jaw.

Constantijin and Rathe were coughing.

She said in a weaker voice, “Super oh-my-god I-can’t-believe-I-lied I’m sorry?”

This time, the two weren’t able to hold their laughter back. Staffan looked murderous, but before he could speak, the limousine had slowed down.

“Good night, Saffi,” Rathe said just as his chauffeur opened the door.

Constantijin murmured something laughingly but Saffi wasn’t been able to catch it because Staffan had already lifted her out of the limousine.

“Wh-why did we get out?” Saffi did her best to catch her breath and catch up with Staffan.

“I have my car parked around the other block.”

“Oh. So we’re not going out with them for din---aah!”

Staffan suddenly pulled her into a dark alley, dragging her further into the shadows. And then she was facing the brick wall, Staffan behind her, his hot breath fanning her ear.

“A f**king Celsius concert, Saffi?” he growled.

She shivered, borne of desire rather than fear.

“You lied to me to go to their concert?”

She flushed. “I’m sorry---”

“You think they’re hotter now?”

“No!”

Staffan’s hands crept under her miniscule shirt, cupping her br**sts as Saffi moaned. Licking her ear to make Saffi whimper, Staffan purred, “Did you want to make your dreams about being their groupie come true?”

“No.” She sobbed the word out, her entire body tensing as Staffan pushed her bra out of the way with one hand while the other went inside her shorts, past her panties, and right into her, his fingers sliding into her already throbbing sex.

“I don’t f**king believe you.”

“I promise!” Saffi couldn’t help pushing her sex against his fingers, wanting more of his touch. Her br**sts jiggled, and Staffan squeezed hard in response.

He took a step towards Saffi, pressing her completely against the wall. He pulled his fingers out and she shook her head in protest. “Make me believe you, Saffi. Tell me what you want. Everything – your secret desires, your fantasies. Tell me how much you want me.”

She tried to turn her head, but he didn’t let her. Sobbing, she whispered, “I want you.” She tried to grab his hand, but instead Staffan captured both her hands and locked them behind her back. Saffi moaned. “Staffan, please!”

“Tell me,” he gritted.

She could hear him freeing himself, and just the sound of it was enough to have her sob, “I want you! I want your dick inside me! I want you f**king me hard now! I love you f**king----“

It happened so fast, Staffan pushing her shorts down, ripping her panties off, and then he was inside her.

She started to moan, but Staffan’s hand clamped over her mouth. “Someone’s coming.” Staffan hissed the words in warning even as he was pulling out and then driving his throbbing dick back inside her.

The footsteps became audible, and her body stiffened.

Staffan thrust harder.

Saffi moaned into his hand, shaking with each thrust. Just a short distance away, a group of teenagers came to a stop within the circle of light under a street lamp.

“Anybody want one?” One of the boys held out a box of cigarettes.

As the boy passed the box to his friends, Staffan pinched Saffi’s nipple, exerting enough pressure to make Saffi release a mindless scream. Anticipating her response, Staffan had already turned her head to face him, and he caught the scream with a kiss.

Staffan. She wanted to moan his name out loud, needed Staffan to hear how much she needed him, wanted him, and loved him.

Staffan lifted his head. He released her breast, his hands drifting down before his fingers tightened around her hips.

“Lighter?” a girl asked.

Staffan suddenly lifted Saffi’s hips, which made her feel like she was floating---

Aaah. Staffan’s thrust drove deeper into Saffi in this new position. As Staffan pumped into her harder and faster without making one damn sound, Saffi clawed helplessly at the wall, feeling like her whole world hung on the balance of Staffan’s cock.

Oh God, he was killing her with so much pleasure.

A few feet away, the teenagers were joking around, still standing there, an unknowing audience to Staffan completely taking over Saffi’s body. In, out, punishing her ever so sweetly with his unceasing thrusts---

“How do you feel,” Staffan whispered roughly into her ear, making Saffi shiver, “about coming while they’re within earshot?”

She shook her head desperately even though her body trembled with excitement at the thought.

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Marian Tee's Novels
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» When Fangirls Lie
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