Rocking Esme (The Rocking Series Book 1)

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Author: Kacey Hamford
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groaned, tore her strappy top off of her, pulled her bra down and sucked a nipple into my mouth. She began panting and squirming. I backed away, she dropped her legs to the floor and I dragged her to the bed.
    "Strip." I said in a low sultry voice, as I lowered myself to sit on the bed.
    She stood in front of me, reached behind her back and unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor. She unbuttoned her skirt and slowly pulled it down along with her panties, teasing me with what I wanted underneath so badly. Finally, she was standing naked in front of me, I grabbed her and threw her on the bed and she squealed and giggled. I stripped off my clothes and crawled towards her on the bed, I spread her legs wide.
    "I want a taste." I said to her and she bit into her bottom lip. I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh, and all I could smell was her arousal; it made me crazy and I couldn't resist any longer. I ran my nose and my tongue over her clit and she bucked against me. I could never get enough of her taste; it was addictive. She was moaning and pleading with me to make her come, so I plunged my tongue inside her and she screamed and shattered beneath me. As she was coming down from the pleasure, I grabbed a condom, slid it on and slammed right into her.
    "Oh, God..." I moaned, as she met me thrust for thrust.
    "Harder, baby, harder!" She panted.
    I withdrew from her flipped her over, pulled her hips up towards me and thrust back into her, making her scream and beg for more. I was braced behind her, I was close to finishing so I reached around her and started rubbing her clit.
    "Yes, baby, yes! More, more!" She struggled for breath. I slammed into her harder than ever before, she gripped the sheet in her fists.
    "Yes, Cindy, yes!" I shouted out loud as I held her still. I could feel her pulsing around me, milking me. She fell on the bed and I fell on top of her, exhausted.

Chapter 5
     

Esmeralda
     
    It was Friday night, time for work. I really needed this job, so when Paul offered me bar work at The Archer I jumped at the chance. It wasn’t far from home, the tips were great and they had loads of live music, which meant my shifts would fly by.
    “I still can’t believe you work here.” Marcy said to me while I poured her a drink.
    “Why can’t you?” I asked.
    “You barely take your head out of a book long enough to leave the house, let alone get a job in the coolest bar in town.” She laughed.
    “I like it, it pays well, and there is a new band playing tonight.” I told her.
    Marcy jumped up and down excited and then wandered off.
    It was a busy night, and the roadies on the stage were starting to set up, I guessed it must be for the new band everyone was here to see. Then I heard someone call my name;
    “Esme!” I turned around and saw Jackson standing at the bar, smiling that gorgeous smile of his.
    “Hi, what can I get you?” I asked, assuming he wanted a drink.
    “Jack and Coke, please.” He asked. I nodded and turned to get his drink, he reached out and grabbed my arm and said; “And whatever you’re having.”
    “Thanks.” I said smiling shyly, guys never bought me drinks, but I liked it. I handed him his drink and asked, “What’re you doing here? No gigs tonight? No Cindy?”
    “Ah, she is here somewhere... Our band is up next.” He told me.
    “Looking forward to it. Let me know if you need anything else.” I told him. I was looking forward to it; they were a good group and I liked their songs, a lot better than I first thought. I was slowly becoming a fan.
    He walked away and I enjoyed looking at him; that butt of his was delicious. ‘Esmeralda,’ I thought to myself, ‘stop thinking like that.’ I never looked at guys that way and they never sought me out. I was too shy for guys to want me, hence why I was still a virgin. I felt intrigued because I’d only met him a couple times, but whenever I saw him I got butterflies in my stomach.
     

Jackson
     
    I didn’t realise Esme

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