Rocker (Rockstar BBW Romance) by Laura Demare Read Free Book Online Page A

bottom of his t-shirt and took it over his head. What a man. What a torso. He was all muscle and musk. He reached around me and got my bra undone. We embraced.
     
    My soft breasts were pressed against his hard chest. He looked at me in wonder. “I missed you,” he whispered.
     
    “Me, too,” I whispered back.
     
    I pushed away from him and fell to my knees in front of him. I don’t know what came over me. Last week, last month, last year, in my last lifetime, I would have never made that move. But on that night, I had his belt unbuckled, jeans unbuttoned, and zipper opened like I did it for living. I pushed his jeans back off of his hips and began to slide them down. I grabbed the top of his white knit boxers and brought them down from the sides, slowly. I watched as I exposed him. His pubic hair was full, but he wasn’t a hairy guy. He was my perfect fantasy come to life. I wanted to please him more than anything.
     
    I slid his jeans and boxers on down. I pulled his boots off and got him completely nude. I brought my head back, licked my lips, and looked up at him. I began to gently stroke his shaft. He moaned and said, “April, baby.”
     
    I pushed his now rigid cock back up toward his stomach and licked all along the bottom. Unbelievably, to me, I was ecstatic. I brought his thick monster back down and, looking him right in the eyes. I rose up tall on my knees to get a good angle.
     
    I never got out of Placerville much, but I’m a woman of the world. I knew if I was good at this, he would never forget me. How many Rubenesque, 23-year-old women, that are good at oral, does a man run into in his life?
     
    I continued to stroke him with my right hand while I started to feed his thick girth into the back of my mouth. I relaxed with all my Cashier Girl abilities.
     
    I did. I just relaxed as deeply as I could and let him do my mouth. It is what Tara had told me so many times. “It’s literally their favorite thing in the world,” Tara had said about men. “Let him do all the work. Let him fuck your face and you will own him.” Maybe my time with Tara hadn’t all been a waste. I was completely Stevie’s. I wanted to make him completely mine.
     
    I moaned with pleasure and it wasn’t fake. Even though my throat and jaw were as relaxed as possible, I kept my tongue alive. The bottom of his cock belonged to my tongue. I just matched his pace and let him fuck my mouth. At one point, he popped out. I grabbed him, and whispered, “I love sucking your cock,” and put him back in.
     
    “April,” he moaned and worked his hard ass cheeks forward and backward, as time morphed into bliss.
     
    I went back to work on him. We were in synch. He began to speed up. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking good, April.”
     
    He bent, causing his cock to come out of my mouth, grasped me under the arms, and pulled me up to him. He passionately went to work on my neck, kissing and scraping his teeth on me. He bent again, undid my jeans, and got me naked in short order. Stevie stripped the bed that hadn’t been slept in, and then I was sprawled on the mattress and he was on me, between my legs.
     
    He began to work his way down my body, but I was already soaked with passion. “I want you in me,” I said.
     
    He pulled up and said, “Just a second.”
     
    I pulled him back down and said, “No condom. I trust you. I want to feel just you.”
     
    Stevie rose up on his knees, between my legs, and began to run the tip of his cock along the length of my vulva. “You’re so tight,” he whispered, hoarsely.
     
    “Give it to me,” I said in raspy voice. I spread my legs wider and relaxed deeply. “Give it all to me. Stevie was still upright between my legs as he began to slide his brute slowly into me. I propped myself up on my elbows to be able to see us join together. “All of it,” I added and felt a sneer of lust on my face. He began to bury himself deeper with every stroke into my waiting wetness.
     
    His abs