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Daddy, I Just Can't Wait	By : TheFairyWithBoots Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 66 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction written out of respect and admiration. I obviously make no claim the characters in this story, and anything that I write is simply written for my own entertainment, and hopefully for others as well.

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- 1-Daddy, I just Can't Wait
- 1
She stood at the side of the stage, watching the band perform, feeling as if the music were intoxicating her. Her eyes were on the golden haired man she called her lover as he writhed and thrust his hips in time to the music as if he were fucking it the same way he had fucked her.
She was transfixed by him, as she usually was, feeling a mixture of pride and lust as he wailed the final notes of the song. He would occasionally glance over to the side of the stage, and she would feel her stomach clench in anticipation. She would avert her attention to one of the other band members as if to try and make him believe that he did not have an effect on her at that moment. Which was a lie.
And he knew it.
The roar of applause echoed throughout the stadium as the song finished, and the audience began clapping in time with each other as Jimmy began the riff of "Bring It On Home." Robert had his harmonica out now, and the familiar wailing sound made her stomach clench. This time, she couldn't bring herself to focus on anyone except for him.
She had a clear view of his mouth wrapping around the harmonica as he had his eyes squeezed shut, focused deep on his playing. She bit her lip, trying but failing miserably to push away the thoughts of his mouth on her as she attempted to focus on the music.
As if that would do anything to extinguish the fire within her.
Robert's voice was low and husky as he sang the first verse, and she felt as if the sound of it weaved itself through her very being. "Baby... Baby... I'm gonna bring it on home to you..."
He opened his eyes, and she felt his gaze on her. Whatever resolve she might have had crumbled as she felt her arousal grow within the pit of her stomach. His gaze never left her as he continued to sing, as if he were serenading her.
"I've got my ticket, I've got that load... gone up, gone higher, all aboard..." His voice was sensual, and he knew it very well. She almost felt as if she were being hypnotized. "I'ma take my seat, right way back... Oh yeah, I watch this train roll down the track..." He closed his eyes again as he continued singing. "Bring it on home to you... Watch out! Watch out that move!"
He continued to wail away on his harmonica, and she had to steady herself against a piece of equipment as his eyes met with hers this time. Her face was possibly the same shade of red as her hair now, and she could feel her walls clench as visions of how he would look between her thighs flooded her mind.
The band was in full swing now, and she felt herself jolt at the sudden transition. Robert flipped his hair back, shaking his blond curls as they cascaded down his back. He flashed a smile towards Jimmy as his playing became more aggressive.
She tried averting her attention away from him as he sang, but it was a futile attempt, as it felt like an unseen force was drawing her gaze back to him as he strutted across the stage to serenade the rest of the audience.
The atmosphere was sensual, and she wondered if only she was feeling this way. Of course, I'm not, she thought to herself as she glanced at the gaggle of girls gathered by the side of the stage as they stared longingly at Robert. Robert has this effect on everyone; he is a sex god.
But she wondered if any of the other girls had the same feeling she had. She could feel her knickers dampen and her heart rate quicken as thoughts of what he might do to her later filled her mind. She felt as if he were already making love to her from so many feet apart.
"Went a little walk downtown... Messed and got back late... Found a note there waiting... It said, 'Daddy, I just can't wait...'"
She felt herself flinch forward at that line, and she clutched onto the wall to steady herself. Her lips parted as her breathing became heavier. Am I seriously about to come undone right here in front of everyone? Get a hold of yourself.
She straightened herself up, trying to focus on the other instruments of the song, but they did nothing to help her arousal for the Golden God on the mic; in fact, the entire arrangement seemed to only push her closer to the edge. As if Led Zeppelin's entire being was musical sex...
She managed to get through the rest of the concert without reaching into her knickers and masturbating right out in the open; she had never been this aroused in public before. Robert came backstage, laughing with Bonzo about something. She could not tell if she felt relief or anticipation when she saw him. She felt a tinge of annoyance when a gaggle of groupies surrounded him, all vying for his attention. His blue eyes scanned the crowd, and he smiled when he made eye contact with her.
He pushed his way through the sea of girls, barely acknowledging them as he made his way towards her. She held her hand out to him, which he took and pressed his lips to. Her heart beat quicker in her chest as he brought her to a more secluded section, pulling her against him as he leaned down, his lips found hers in a searing kiss.
She moaned into his mouth as she kissed him back passionately. She could already feel him half-hard against her stomach, and the fire she felt while standing at the side of the stage watching him play his harmonica was already building back up inside her.
"You were so good," she gasped against his lips. She reached up to run her fingers through his hair, stroking his sideburns as he smiled against her lips.
"Mmm... I'm glad you thought so, doll..."
She clutched onto his waist. She was short enough as it was, but the fact that he was such a behemoth of a man made her have to stand on her toes to press her hips against him. He groaned, and his back hit the wall. His hand reached up to stroke the back of her head gently as he ran his fingers through her auburn hair. Her breath hitched as she felt herself melt into him.
"I was thinking... when you were doing your harmonica solo..." She felt her face burn as she felt his gaze on her.
A hint of a crooked smirk appeared across his gorgeous face. "Thinking what?"
Her face burned brighter. "W-well... the way you were moving your lips across it..."
His smirk widened.
"I-It reminded me a lot of how..." She was stammering now like she did when she first met him, as if she were a doe eyed teenager all over again. "You would... erm..."
He continued smirking at her, running his tongue along bottom teeth before biting his lower lip. "Reminded you of what, love?"
She felt her face burn brighter as her hands went to the waistband of his trousers. He quickly caught her hands, holding them into place. A mischievous smile came across his face before he kissed her lips gently. "I don't think so. Not yet." He brought one hand underneath her chin to bring her eyes to look into his. "You haven't changed at all, y'know that?"
His hand reached down to stroke his fingers up the length of her inner thigh to feel of her core. A Cheshire-like grin broke out across his face. "Your fanny is so fuckin' wet... You really enjoyed the show, didn't you...?"
She was breathing heavily as she attempted to grind against his hand, at which he laughed, and held her in place to prevent her from getting the friction she so desperately craved. It was a cruel laugh. He was going to torture her tonight until she was a pleading, mewling, and sobbing for release. Her walls clenched in anticipation.
His thumb circled her clit through the damp fabric of her knickers. He gave her a dangerous glare that prevented her from grinding against him.
"Such a delicious thing... I already know you're going to be as sweet as honey..."
"Robert..." His name came out as a huff on her lips as her clit throbbed with need. "I need this..."
"Need what, my love? Say it."
She groaned. "I need you to fuck me!"
He laughed as he applied the slightest amount of pressure onto her clit, causing her hips to involuntary buck against his hand, and in response, he grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around to pin her against the wall.
"My, my, you have a filthy mouth on you tonight, don't you?" He smirked as she squirmed ever so slightly in his grip. "Mmm... I'm never one to deny my love what she needs, am I?"
She whimpered again, her walls clenching in anticipation.
His hands slipped into her knickers, his fingers gently parting her slick folds, coating his fingertips with her honey.
He groaned as he realized he was not going to be able to resist her dripping honey. "Fuck..." he breathed as she gripped onto his shoulders, her mind clouding with lust as pleasure shot through her with just his single touch. "I want to taste you so badly."
She whimpered again, and his glare intensified. "D-daddy, I just can't wait..."
He pulled back to look at her, the same cruel smirk on his lips. "What did you just say?"
Her face contorted with pleasure as his long, skilled fingers probed at her entrance.
"Answer me, girl. Call me that again."
She knew there had to have been roadies just a few feet away, and they would hear her if she were to moan.
"D-daddy..."
His fingers slipped easily into her folds, and she quickly clapped a hand over her mouth to prevent from screaming.
"You like that?" His voice was low and seductive in her ear.
She nodded quickly.
"That wasn't an answer."
"Y-yes..."
He brought her chin up to make her look into his eyes. "Yes, what?"
She let out a whimper. "Yes, daddy..."
Robert looked behind him to make sure that no one was coming. They were hid among the shadows, but they would be easily found if they made too much noise.
He dropped to his knees, reaching up to drop her knickers.
"Robert, I — "
He gave her a firm slap on her already soaked pussy, causing her to let out an involuntary squeak. "Enough talking. If you so much as whimper during what I am about to do to you, then I will stop." Her heart was hammering in her chest. "And I won't let you cum until we get back to the hotel."
"But... why can't we just go to your dressing room — "
He gave her another firm slap on her core. She bit back a cry of pain, her arousal making her even more sensitive than usual. "Because I want to see how well you do to keep quiet. Now... no talking. He took her knickers and slipped them into his back pocket. "You won't be needing these any more tonight..."
His tongue flicked out to taste test her folds, and pleasure coursed through her, nearly knocking the wind out of her. His eyes glared up at her as her chest heaved, her breathing becoming more ragged and heavy. The licks became deeper, his tongue running up and down the length of her slit, occasionally coming up to flick her swollen nub.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying so hard not to moan. This was what she wanted - no, needed - ever since she nearly orgasmed by his voice alone. But she wanted so badly to scream his name to the heavens. The fact that she had to keep quiet felt like a form of cruelty.
He had her propped up against the wall, her legs over his shoulders as he knelt on the ground, his blond head bobbing up and down between her thighs as he went between giving her deep licks and long sucks on her clit. She panted heavily, her hands going to his hair to steady herself.
She could feel him moan softly into her core, as if he were devouring the most delicious fruit. His tongue painted her entire sex, massaging the aching bud at the top. And the only thing she could do was lay there and feel it.
He pulled his head back, the coolness of the air feeling like a shock against her soaked heat. He pressed a finger to his lips in a "shhh" motion before applying minimal pressure on her clit. Her hips bucked so hard, she nearly hit him in the face. He pinned her firmly against the wall, his eyes still glaring up at her, before he slid a finger into her. She clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent her cries of pleasure from escaping her lips.
He slid his finger in deeper before retracting it, only to add a second one. He began to massage her mound with his thumb, and her hips writhed against his hand.
She had never felt so dirty before. All she had to do was let out one little cry of pleasure, and one of the road hands would find them; Robert with his head between her legs, lapping away at her as if she were his own personal little whore.
Robert's thumb circled her clit once more, and her walls clenched around his fingers. Her face contorted with pleasure, all while she bit down hard on her lip to prevent from crying out.
His mouth curled around her clit once more, suckling firmly. She panted heavily, gripping hard onto his hair and thrusting her hips up to fuck his face. He groaned low into her core, the sound of it vibrating through her.
She fought the urge to whimper when he pulled back suddenly, standing up.
"What are you..."
He grabbed her by the arm, hauling her to her feet and pulling her skirt down to cover her arse. "Dressing room. Now."
She glanced down to see the fabric of his trousers nearly bursting to the seams with his erection. Her eyes widened in shock.
He grabbed her firmly by the arm, guiding her throughout the backstage area, keeping her away from the other roadies and groupies.
As soon as they were locked in his dressing room, he shoved her onto the bed, her hair flying out like a fiery halo around her head as she fell back. He wasted no time crawling over top of her, her clothes seeming to dissolve underneath his touch.
His head dove back down to latch onto her core, and this time, she didn't try to hold back her moans. He devoured her, groaning as if she were the most delectable fruit he had ever tasted. Her face contorted with pleasure as he suckled on her clit, one had reaching to play with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between his skilled fingers.
"Fuck, Robert, I — "
He stopped suddenly. "That's not how you address me, love."
She groaned in frustration as she attempted to move her hips into his hand. He held her firmly into place. "Y-you can't be serious."
"I am. Call me what you did earlier, or else I won't let you cum."
She whimpered, her walls aching as every nerve and muscle in her body screamed for his touch, aching for release.
"Daddy..." she whimpered.
He smirked and brought his mouth back down to her core, drinking her in as if she were a life-giving elixir. The years of playing harmonica had his lips trained to go for hours upon hours. Her cries of pleasure rang out as he lapped at her, and her hands buried into his soft hair.
Her breathing became heavier and more laboured, and she could feel the knot in her stomach begin to unravel as she felt herself getting closer and closer to release. His tongue flicked out to tickle her swollen nub, and her back arched as she released hard, soaking his golden locks with her juices.
He drank her down with a long suck before pulling back to look down at her. She gazed up at him with eyes hazed with lust, her lips parted, and her trembling body glistening with sweat. The halo of fiery hair around her made her look like an erotic version of a living, breathing Ophelia painting.
He quickly undid his belt, throwing it to the side. She didn't see where it landed; she was too busy frantically trying to unbutton his shirt, ripping several buttons in the process.
Once his clothes were gone, he grabbed her firmly by the waist and pulled her to him, wrapping her legs around his waist and leaning down to press his chest against hers. Her arms went around his neck as he pressed flush against her.
He reached down between them to tease her with his tip; he was harder than she had ever felt him before. He kissed her passionately as he slid easily into her. She let out a deep moan as he did so, and watched as his beautiful face contorted as her tight cunt engulfed his cock.
His breathing became heavier as he began thrusting slowly at first, trying his best to savour the feeling of intense pleasure. But his pace soon quickened. He had held back all night, and her eyes rolled back into her head as he slid in and out of her, his hands groping and grabbing at what part of her he could. He wasn't thinking straight any more — he was spiralling into an uncontrolled frenzy as he thrust into her harder and faster.
"Fuck - yes - you feel... so good..." he panted as she clung to him, her heels digging into his lower back as she moaned in time with each thrust.
"Daddy!" she cried out.
He groaned into her neck. "Fuck, I love when you call me that, love..."
"Daddy, please don't stop..."
Robert chuckled softly into her neck as his thrusts became more and more relentless. "Oh, I can do this all night long."
He gripped her hips tight, thrusting harder and faster as she let out screams of pleasure. He wasn't kidding; he really could go all night. His relentless energy and sense of rhythm sent her over the edge at least two more times. Her back arched as she felt her soul alleviate from her body from the second orgasm in a row. She threw her head back, which he took as a chance to attack her neck with kisses and love bites. Nibbling and suckling, tugging the skin between his teeth.
Marking her.
He groaned as he leaned down to press his chest against hers, moving faster and faster, the bed springs creaking loudly underneath their movements as they rutted against each other in a frenzy. Her moans became louder to the point where they might as well have been screams.
It wasn't until after she had her fourth orgasm of the night that he allowed himself to explode inside her; whimpering in his climax before collapsing on top of her.
They both laid there, panting heavily while catching their breaths, their heartbeats touching. He was still buried inside her, seemingly too tired to pull out of her. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, feeling like he could cry into her, as if he had finally found his home.
He gave her the first tender kiss he had all night. She kissed him back, running her hands through his hair again.
"I love you," he whispered into her skin. It sounded so desperate, almost like a whine.
She still wasn't used to him saying that to her. He had told her many times throughout the past six months, but she still couldn't believe this beautiful man loved her, and that she had him all to herself. That he would ignore countless other women throwing themselves at his feet all to be with her.
She stroked the back of his head gently, running her fingers through his gold locks. "I love you too, Robert..."
For a moment, she thought he was going to fall to sleep in her arms. His face was buried in her neck.
"Shouldn't we get back to the hotel...?" she whispered gently.
He murmured. "Just a few more minutes..."
She poked him in the shoulder. "C'mon. It won't be long before Richard comes in here to check if the dressing rooms are empty, and I'd rather not have him see us like this..."
Robert buried his nose into her hair for a few more moments, before finally lifting himself off of her and settling beside her.
She looked up at him and smiled softly, resting her head on his chest, burying her face into the light bit of chest hair he had. She kissed his chest before getting up and pulling her clothes on, and he followed after her shortly after. Neither of them were in any hurry; they kept stealing glances back at each other while they slowly dressed.
"Erm, Robert..."
"Hm?" He was attempting to button his shirt back up but too many buttons were missing.
"You still have my knickers..."
The mischief came across his face again as a smirk broke out. "Yes, I do."
She gave him an annoyed look. "You're not going to give them back, are you?"
"Not yet... going au natural will make the ride back to the hotel more... interesting." He patted his back pocket.
She bit her lip as her stomach clenched at what he may have in mind for the rest of the night. "You really are insatiable, aren't you?" Not that she was complaining in the slightest.
He leaned in and placed a tender kiss to her lips. "I told you, doll, I can do this all night long."
Her heart raced as she thought about what he would do back at the hotel room. She let him lead her out of the venue as he placed a protective arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the venue and into the waiting limousine to take them back to the hotel, where their night was far from over with.
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