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Jo's POV
7:45am

I'm awoken to the most wonderful feeling of someone touching me in the right places and open my eyes to see Ryan in between my legs, eating me out and his fingers deep inside me.

"God!" I whine out as I cum, my body going limp.

"Good morning beautiful." He whispers as he connects our lips and grinds himself into me, earning a moan.

"I don't want to hurt you, Jo. I wasn't very gentle last night." He says and I shake my head.

"You weren't that rough, Ryan." I say and he shakes his head as he kisses me, and I reach my hand in between us and gently grasp his member, slowly stroking him.

"Girl you're playing with fire." He says and I smirk.

"Really now?" I ask and he moves my hand off him and rolls us over so that I'm on top and I blush as he helps me slide down onto his very large member.

"Just take your time Jo. Move when you're ready." He says as he lets me adjust to his member.

Once I'm ready, I start to move, bouncing on him slightly when he grasps my hips and lifts me up and power thrusts into me hard, causing me to cry out in sheer pleasure from him hitting my g-spot over and over.

"Ryan! Oh fuck! Ryan!" I cry out as he rolls us over and pounds me harder, my toes curling as he repeatedly slams into me.

"Jo, call me Daddy, baby girl. Come on!" He growls into my ear and I gasp as he bites my earlobe gently.

"Daddy!" I scream as I cum hard, my legs shaking from the sheer pleasure I'm experiencing from Ryan repeatedly hitting my g-spot.

Afterwards, he helps me get dressed and we both head to the coffee shop to get breakfast.

After enjoying my pancakes and cinnamon fried apples, the two of us head to The Bean in central Chicago before heading back to Chicago Bears Stadium's attached arena for tonight's show, powered by the Walmart Soundcheck and Red Bull. Ryan heads to his dressing room as I head to help get the guitars out and see Brad and a few tech guys bitching at the flying death contraption that was Dad's idea for this tour.

"That thing is not useable tonight unless we can get the repair assholes here in the next thirty minutes to fix a gear out of place." Brad says and I laugh as I shoot Ahmed a text to get his ass down here to fix the death contraption.

Ahmed and Lance come down a few minutes later and get the damn gear back in the right place and I finish tuning Dad's guitars, with POS actually behaving itself for a change.

Soon after everything is set up and Dad and the guys get on stage, my phone starts to scream and I see that there is a Tornado Warning in the area and go to find John, the stage manager and he looks at his phone.

"Oh shit! Hey! Get the band off stage! Shelter in place!" He yells to the other stage hands and I quickly rush on stage as the sirens start to go off.

"There is a Tornado Warning in the area! Please remain calm and shelter where you are! Again, there is a Tornado Warning in the area! A shelter in place order has been issued. Please remain calm and where you are." An announcer on the PA system says and everyone gets off the stage as we all shelter in place.

Finally an All Clear is sounded and we are allowed to leave the arena.

I walk towards the busses as Ryan catches up to me and he hugs me.

"The twister was an F5. It hit Joplin in Missouri. There was another F2 that hit outside the city." I say and he sighs.

We're heading to Cincinnati tonight." He says as I try to relax.

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