𝘙𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. (+18)

Obsession.

From: my dirty mind.

By: me.

Roger Taylor.

Damn.

While I was taking the rich Tequila at one of the most popular parties in the Victoria Secret Fashion Show, my eyes kept on one of the most emblematic models in the area: Sara Hilton.

Damn, their hard nipples could be brushed against the fine silk fabric of her dress; My senses were firing, and I don't think I could take another second, she had to be mine.

While I am deep in my thoughts, I can see thin legs that approach me in short steps and heel noises, in a matter of seconds, the person I was looking at for more than half an hour, was standing in front of me.

"Hi. Did you miss something?" I noticed a tone of amusement in his voice to which I smirked for it.

"Roger, Roger Taylor, a pleasure." I answered and she accepted my hand, squeezing it.

"How could I not know you, if all my friends have passed through your legs." I froze upon hearing her response.

And go preparing, that you would be the next, babe.

"Calm down, I promise I won't say anything, Roger." She pronounced my name with a certain tone of sensuality,

While in my mind there were thousands of different ways to make her moan my name.

"I am Sara Hilton."

"I know." I answered. "I've been watching you for a while and asked several colleagues who you were from."

"I hope they gave you good reviews of me." Her humour made the urge to fuck her here on top of the drink bar multiply, and of course it should not be missed as her strawberry lips made them not take off the view.

"Nothing to complain about, I've been given good signs, you never seem to disappoint." I bit my lip lightly and winked. She licked her lips and slowly approaches me, but instead of ending on my lips, it ends in my ear.

"Nice to meet you, Taylor." She whispers.

After that she walked away just a little bit letting me smell her perfume one more time before leaving.

Damn,she knew how to provoke and leave me wanting everything.

However, when I turned around, she was gone.

The party continued, I cross several people that, honestly, I didn't even know but they did know me, therefore the obligation to stay talking with them was quite a lot.

Once the hour was done, I proceeded to leave the place, I slipped away from the people so no one else stopped me to talk, I was bored and to be honest was that it was not too pleasant to be in a place where you don't feel comfortable.

Among all the people I saw the little blonde with blue eyes that caught me as soon as I arrived.

Good heavens, it's been four hours and she's still looking so fucking hot.

I didn't hesitate to take the lead and go out to talk to her, but as I approached her, she had already given me the eye that it was I who was coming at her. In I could hear that one of my favourite slow songs was playing from the speakers, I took her by the hand and led her to the track.

"I don't remember accepting you to dance." She looked me in the eyes while a smile escaped her.

"You didn't let go of my hand, either." I replied almost whispering. "Just enjoy." I took her waist and rested my chin on her shoulder; I could admire her neck from here.