Rocker (Rockstar BBW Romance) Read Free Page A

off, April,” he ordered. I complied with slightly shaky hands. He looked at me in wonder. He put his hands onto my breasts and pressed the nipples in. I leaned my head back against the wall again, breathing hard. I tilted my head back up and we were eye to eye.
     
    “Get on the bed, baby,” he said. He took a step to the bed and ripped the bedspread and blanket off. I crawled up onto the in pushed down panties and went to my side as he stood next to the bed. He unbuckled his belt, and began to lower his jeans and white knit boxers. His light brown pubic hair and the thick base of his cock appeared. It was thick alright, and long, too. Semi-engorged, it was intimidating to say the least as it hopped out at me in the dawn light.
     
    He got his boots, jeans, and boxers off and turned his attention to me. He went to the foot of the bed, bent and grabbed my butt and positioned me onto all fours.
     
    He slapped me hard on the ass. He got on his knees behind me and began rubbing the sides of my hips. At a snail’s pace, he slowly lowered my granny panties to reveal my ass. My vagina was buzzing as the earth revolved toward the roaring sun.
     
    He bent and kissed my soft ass cheek. “Your skin is so beautiful,” He said. It was an otherworldly experience for me. Pushing my panties down to my knees, he got them over my calves, and threw them aside.
     
    He stood on the bed and began pressing down on the sides of my butt. His hard cock was gently running along the top of my crack at my lower back. I gyrated slowly and noticed he was breathing hard. He smacked my ass again. “Flip over,” he ordered.
     
    I turned over, he got between my legs and I saw him in all his glory. Just a bit of beautiful hair on his hard chest that tapered down to almost nothing at his rock hard abs; below was his huge cock sticking straight out. I looked up to his face, he was staring down at my vulva, spreading my legs apart at my knees, with a look on his face like he was going to destroy me. My heart was beating out of my chest. A ray of sunlight pierced the blinds and caught the front of his hair as he went down on me.
     
    Danny Leonard had gone down on me in high school. Roger Perkins had gone down on me when I was 20, three years ago. Those episodes had not prepared me for my hero-lover-poet. He gently pushed my clit up and down with the tip of his tongue. I was already breathless from the excitement of being with him. He turned his head to the side of my clit and started to suck it in and out. I thought I would die. Is that me moaning? I asked myself from above myself.
     
    I either blacked out from euphoria or my normal brain couldn’t process the state that I was in. Maybe it’s like those hippies that “trip” on hallucinogens. Some of them say that the trips are so wild that their normal brains can’t comprehend them. Maybe my normal brain can’t comprehend the heights that Stevie took me to. The next thing I remember was he was back to pushing my clit up and down with his tongue. It felt glorious. He had one hand pushing down slightly in the area just above my pubic bone. Two fingers of his other hand were curled toward him inside of my vagina. Oh, lord.
     
    I was in agony of desire. He was killing me with ecstasy. I would rise again, a new woman.
     
    “I want you,” I told him.
     
    “Oh, you’re back,” he said, crawling up between my thighs. “Spread your legs.” I did as I was told. “Wider, baby.” I was a new woman. I spread them wider. He looked down at my gash with pure lust on his face. He took his monster and ran it up and down my vulva.
     
    “What a woman,” the man of my dreams said to me.
     
    What a woman. To my dying day I won’t forget those three words or the way he said them to me. I felt more beautiful, more accepting of myself, than ever in my entire life.
     
    He pressed into me. “Give it to me, baby,” I moaned.
     
    He withdrew and brought his weight down on me. His slab of meat stretched