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

flexed with each thrust. His chest muscles bulged and relaxed. His muscular biceps looked hard and lean. His entire beautiful cock was stretching me wide and the base of it was brushing my clit.
     
    He put his hands behind my knees, brought my knees up slightly, and began to drive me wild. I lay back down flat on my back. He was giving me long strokes. His position caused the tip of his massive cock to slide along the top of in my vagina. It felt glorious. And each thrust brought his pelvic bone against my throbbing clit. No way he was this good.
     
    My euphoria plateaued and then grew and then plateaued and then grew. I was going higher and higher. “Oh yeah,” I groaned.
     
    “You’re so tight,” he said.
     
    Gradually he sped up, closing his eyes, and giving me the fuck of my life. Then he was gone, eyes rolled back into his head, tongue lolling out, and deep moans coming from his throat. I began driving my hips up to meet him. I was panting loudly. My tight pussy contracted as I had a bed-shuddering orgasm sending him into a convulsive ejaculation just as he pulled out of me. His warm come shot across me, clear up to my neck.
     
    We were one.
     

10
     
    Cleaned up, but still sweaty, we held each other in the pitch black room. “Come with me to New York,” Stevie said.
     
    “What?”
     
    “I want you to be there for the recording. We’ve got all the songs down. We’re planning on it only taking 2 or 3 weeks. Come with us,” he said and softly rubbed my bare shoulder.
     
    “I, uh,” I was breathless, “OK.”
     
    The next day, Stevie got me a ticket leaving in 2 days. He let me borrow his rental car. I was going back to Placerville to pack, and then drive back down to San Francisco to fly off to New York!
     
    On the road back, i remembered I was supposed to be at work that night. I pulled to a roadside rest stop, pulled out my cell and punched in the number of Ben’s Food Place. I sat in the front seat of the rented Ford with my finger on the call button, but I didn’t press it. What if Ben hired another young woman in my place?
     
    I realized that I had been struggling so much, down so much, that it never dawned on me that I had power. Power to stop Kenny from harassing me, and maybe I could stop him from harassing my replacement. I decided to work one more shift at Ben’s.
     
    My mom didn’t take the news of my trip to New York very well. “You can’t do that,” she said.
     
    “I’m going,” I said.
     
    “You don’t even know this guy, April,” she started to plead.
     
    “I’m in love with this guy. I’m going. This is my chance for a better life.”
     
    “What about me?” she said. “How am I supposed pay the bills?”
     
    “I’ll still pay my bills, Mom.” I said. I didn’t know how.
     
    “What if it’s a scam?”
     
    “If what’s a scam?” I asked her.
     
    “What if they’re tricking you into prostitution?” she asked.
     
    I chuckled. My mom watched way too much daytime television. She watched too much nighttime television, too. Just this past week she had gone off on a Golden Girls bent. It’s an old show from the 90s or something. Anyway, Mom kept telling stories like they were real people. “Today Blanche kept farting…”
     
    I couldn’t wait to get on that plane.
     
    First I had to try to put a stop to Kenny Smith. I didn’t want anyone else to go through what I went through at Ben’s.
     
    I had to go let Tara know the news about New York and borrow her nanny cam.
     
    “Oh, he’s dreamy,” Tara said when I got there. “What is the deal with him?”
     
    “What?” I asked. “I already told you, his band is going to record their songs and Astral Records is going to promote them.
     
    “No,” Tara said, “I mean, does he,” she paused awkwardly and then just blurted it out, “does he like big girls?”
     
    “Tara,” I sighed, “I know, he’s too good for me, right?”
     
    “I didn’t say that,” Tara said sincerely.