Rocker (Rockstar BBW Romance) Read Free Page B

me like a virgin.
     
    I howled. I moaned. I sweated, panted, and bit my lower lip. He withdrew a little and then in deeper. He repeated that; out a little and then a little deeper with each thrust.
     
    “You’re a goddess of love,” he said as he got deeper in me than anyone ever had, but he was not done yet. He filled me in more ways than one. He brought his weight to bear on me and I could feel our pelvic bones finally meet. I was stretched over him so tightly that the base of his cock was stimulating my clit. His rhythm was legend. He would speed up, shorten the stroke, slow down, use just the tip, and keep it almost all the way in and vibrate. He seemed to know what my body wanted. “You’re so hot,” he said looking into my eyes.
     
    He seemed to know what my soul wanted.
     
    At one point, he slowed down and was using just his tip, when a wave a pleasure started coming over me. “Yes,” I moaned. He kept doing it and I had a whole body orgasm, as the morning sunlight filled the room. It was the first of my life. I’d only ever had clitoris-centered orgasms. I’d never had an orgasm from penetration.
     
    Stevie started to give me every inch of beast and the waves of pleasure continue to come over me. My perception of the world was altered. I would have an amazing life. It dawned on me that I had let my world get small. the new me was expansive.
     
    Stevie pulled out of me and shot warm come across my stomach and chest. He made guttural noises that sounded like a wild animal and fell beside me onto the bed. He rolled off onto the floor, staggered to the bathroom, and came back with a warm, wet washcloth. He cleaned me up gently. He collapsed against me and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
     

4
    It was a one night stand.
     
    I awoke to the late afternoon sun. I was used to sleeping late, and after last night’s waves of release I had slept like a rock.
     
    The room was empty except for my clothes, socks and shoes.
     
    Yesterday I would have wished for a night like I had had the night before, but now I wished it had never happened. Why had I been such a fool. He had just used me to get his rocks off.
     
    I searched the room for a note.
     
    I remembered I had quit my much needed job.
     
    I wondered if I could get my car home without being killed.
     
    What about STD’s. Oh God. Could I have gotten pregnant even though he pulled out of me before he came?
     
    I dressed slowly. I put my polo shirt on that had been ripped in two except for the bottom seam. I wrapped it around me as best I could, held it together with one hand at my chest and got the hell out of the Best Western.
     
    Rubenesque . “Right,” I said out loud, arms crossed, walking to my Honda. I looked over at Ben’s Food Place. Reality was crashing down around me like giant meteors.
     
    I had walked out on my job. What was I thinking? I could have put up with Kenny. My roommate, who was my mother, was going to be furious. We barely made our bills every month. I saw my car and it filled me with dread. All my problems paled; Stevie had used me.
     
    I got my car home with little problem. Mom was on the sofa, with a cigarette, watching her soaps. “Where you been?”
     
    I ignored her.
     
    “What happened to your shirt?”
     
    I said nothing, just went into my room, closed the door and locked it. I loved my mom. She’s had a tough life. Her father beat her mother. So, when she was 16, she whacked her dad in the head with skillet, and moved out on her own. Through alcoholism and all my dad’s affairs, she went to work every day to support my half-sister and me. Until a couple of years ago, when the plant closed down. She gave up looking for work after a year. Seems nobody wanted to employ a broke, overweight, 52-year-old, with no skills except smoking. Now she scrapes by on government aid, food stamps, and my pay check.
     
    My paycheck.
     
    Now I was getting angry. I told Stevie that I couldn’t afford to quit my job.