27. Rocky
twenty-seven
Rocky
I’m in love with Montana Karissa Taylor. It’s the muscle in her chest that has me possessed. I haven't told her yet, and I will wait for the perfect moment.
This girl was nervous to tell me who she really is because she didn’t want to mess up my chances in the draft. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who was this beautiful and selfless. Holding my girl in my arms and just having her with me is everything I never knew I needed.
There is still one tiny matter I haven't addressed yet. Her middle name. I think her seeing my mom again after all this time will be so great for her and for my mom. They both miss Talia.
“Hey, Killer, there is something else I want to talk to you about.”
“What’s that?” Looking into her gorgeous hazel eyes never gets old.
“Your mom? Her name is Tatiana, right?”
She gasps. “H-how do you know her name?”
“My mom is Karissa, baby. We can check off finding your mom's best friend,” I say, and she sucks in a breath and starts crying again.
“I can’t believe this. I can’t believe it . How did we not know?” She’s chewing her bottom lip trying to work this out in her head.
“I can't either, baby.”
“It's been your mom this whole time.” She shakes her head and adds, “But you told me you grew up in California.”
“I know this is wild, and I did I say I grew up there because I spent most of my adolescence there.”
“ Wait , so that means my mom is the one you called when you found out about Johnny?” She sniffles.
“Yeah, baby, I called Tatiana. I can't believe she was your mom this whole time too. We will get the answers when we go see my mom. I promise.”
I’m very curious about something though. I have this one memory but I’m going to need a few answers from my mom first.
She nods and continues to cry as I hold her, rubbing circles on her back and letting her get it all out.
I’m a bit pissed about her holding out on me, so I lift her up, grab onto her perfect ass and start walking to the kitchen.
“Rocky! Put me down, I don’t want you to drop me.”
“Pshh, Killer, please, I’m not going to drop you,” I say, rolling my eyes.
I sit her on the counter and pull out one of her liquid death waters. She says not all water tastes the same. This girl and her taste buds, I think we need to get them looked at.
Time for her punishment. No more secrets between us.
“Drink up, you need to be hydrated,” I command.
“So bossy. Hydrated for what?”
Oh, there she is. My sassy girl.
“Keep being a brat, and I'll add onto your punishment.”
“Punishment?” she sasses back.
“Oh yeah, baby. Did you think you wouldn’t be punished for keeping who you are a secret? I think that deserves being punished. Don’t you?”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, baby.”
I look her up and down and see she’s wearing her SBU sweatpants and a crop top without a bra. Just how I like her. I swear, there is something about a woman in sweats. Yes, my girl looks fine as fuck when she gets dressed up, but this has to be one of my favorite looks.
She finishes her water. I need to make sure she’s hydrated after crying for most of the day, and for what’s about to happen.
I can't wait to spank her juicy ass.
“Let’s go, Killer, time for your punishment.” I turn around, but don’t wait for her to follow me back into her room. I sit in the chair that is by the windows overlooking the city. I lean back, arms spread across the top and my legs spread wide. She walks into the room slowly, unsure of what she’s walking into.
“Alexa, play ‘Die for You’ by The Weeknd.” The music starts playing through the speakers.
“Stop.” She stops walking, staring at me waiting for what’s next. I smirk at her. “Strip.”
“What?”
“I. Said. Strip.” I enunciate each word.
She sucks in a breath and takes off her socks and throws them at me.
“That’s two.”
Next, she slides her sweatpants down and is left in maroon lace panties and her cropped top. She looks good enough to eat. I lick my lips in anticipation of what’s about to happen. Taking her top off next with her breasts on full display for me. Just when I think she couldn’t get any sexier, she turns around and she bends over in front of me as she takes off her panties. I bring my fist to my mouth and bite my knuckles.
I groan because she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I thought I was in charge but let's face it. This woman owns me.
“Two?” she questions.
“Two more spankings,” I say with a mischievous grin.
I pat my lap and say, “Come here.”
She walks towards me nice and slow. Standing right in front of me looking fucking mouthwatering.
“Lay on my lap, Montana,” I command.
She looks taken aback when I don't use her nickname. “Now.” She lays down. That sweet ass ripe for my taking and my palm lands right on it. A loud spank sound cracking through the room.
Smack . I rub her booty that I just want to bite, and I hear her whimper under me.
Smack . I rub that one too.
She inhales sharply. She’s clenching her thighs together.
I know she wants a release. Not until I say so.
Smack . She moans.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” I take my finger and slide it through her slick sex and show her how wet she is. I take the finger I used, sucking her juices off it, and groan. “You always taste so delicious.” I use that same finger and I go between her butt to her little puckered hole, and I push a little bit just to see her reaction and she moans again. “You like that, baby? Does my dirty girl want to come?”
She curses under her breath, but I can’t quite make it out, but it sounds like, “ Fuck, yes .”
“Montana.” She looks up, into my eyes and I say, “On your knees, baby, and suck this dick like the good girl you are.”
She smirks.
Montana gets off my lap and drops to her knees. She licks her lips as she starts to pull my joggers down. Lifting my hips so she can pull them down to the ground and I kick them to the side. Rubbing her hands up and down my thighs sends electric shocks to my nervous system. Chills break out all over my body as she is gripping the base of my dick, and her warm mouth ascends onto it. Twirling her tongue around the tip like she’s licking a lollipop, and she takes me all the way in, and sucks like she is fucking porn star.
Taking me out and sucking the tip of my cock, I feel a tingling in my spine and warmth spreads through my body and I feel like I’m about to paint the back of her throat with my come. At this point, I cannot hear the music playing in the background over my grunts and Montana’s moans.
“Fuck, baby, I’m about to come. You’re going to swallow every last drop.”
“Mmhmm,” she moans around my dick and that makes it so much better.
“Are you still wet for me, baby?” I grit out.
“Soaked.”
Swirling her tongue against the tip of my dick, she moans, and that’s when I explode into her mouth. And like the good girl she is, she sucks every last drop. She licks her lips while looking at me.
I need to fuck her now.
I lift her up and toss her on the bed. Leaning on her elbows looking at me like she is ready for me to fuck her thoroughly. The sight of her naked and so needy for me is everything that I could ever imagine. I grab her leg and start to kiss up her right one, and then her left one to get what I want the most. I throw them both over my shoulders, one by one.
As I'm lying between her legs, I see something new. Good girl is tattooed in red on her hip bone.
“Killer, what is this?” I growl.
“Hmm?”
“Don’t play coy with me. Who did it?”
“Axel, of course.”
“I swear to god, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” I kiss her tattoo and she moans at the contact.
“What? Don’t act like you don’t like it. I wasn’t alone when I got it.” She smirks at me.
I look up at her and ask, “Please tell me you haven’t corrupted my little sister?”
She giggles.
“She was with me, but snitches get stitches and I’m no snitch.” She lifts her chin with a mischievous glint in her eye.
I lick my lips and look down at her glistening sex. This banter is making her even more wet for me. I spread her pussy open and look at how pretty it is.
Without waiting another second, my tongue darts out and I lick up her sex, flicking her needy clit with my tongue. I eat her pussy with urgency because I need to taste my girl again. I want her to cum on my tongue. And I want it now. So, I thrust two fingers into her, scissoring in and out without taking my mouth off her, sucking her clit, and curving my fingers inside of her hitting that one spot.
Montana arches her back right away and I look up to see she is gripping her breast with both hands and moaning. Goddamn, she is definitely going to be the death of me.
“My greedy girl ready to come?”
“Yes!” she screams.
“Say please.”
I swear, she growls at me.
“ Please . I swear to god, Rocky.”
A few more times my fingers go in and out and I suck her clit again then I say, “Come for me, baby, I want everything you got.”
“Rocky!” she draws out my name, and she comes. Hard.
When I think I’ve finished drinking her cum, there’s still more leaking out. She’s laying on the bed in pure bliss while I get up and suck my fingers clean. Her pupils dilate when she sees me.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby. Get on your hands and knees. I wanna see that ass in the air.”
She does as I say and looks back at me with those beautiful ‘fuck me’ eyes, and she licks her plump lips. She shakes her ass a little bit and giggles.
I groan before saying, “Fuck, Killer, this is a view I will never get tired of.” I spank her ass lightly.
“This ass is mine. This pussy is mine. You. Are. Mine.” I yank her head back by her hair and crush my lips to hers so she can taste herself on my lips.
I line my dick up at her center and thrust inside of her. She feels like heaven. I thrust in and out of her tight pussy again and again. I pull out and she whimpers at the loss.
“Please, baby. I need more.”
“So impatient. Does my girl need my dick?”
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
I start to push into her pussy slowly, and she pushes her ass back against me, making my dick slide deep inside her pussy and we both moan. But we can’t have that.
“Nuh-uh, greedy girl. I’m in charge, baby.” I tsk.
“Sweet in the streets, and savage in the sheets.”
“Damn right, Killer. And don't you forget it.”
I flip her onto her back. I bring her legs straight up, so her feet are by my head and thrust back in and as I lean into her and her face morphs into something so exotic. Her mouth opens into the perfect O, and it is the best fucking sex. I don’t care what anyone says, make-up sex is the best.
“Are you going to keep anymore secrets from me, baby?” I growl.
“No more secrets.”
“Good.”
As I pump into her warm pussy, I feel like I’m going to come. I feel my core warming up and the tingles in my spine and I will not be coming without her. “You going to come with me, baby?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
I move her legs, so they open wider and one hanging on each side of my arms and I start to rub circles around her clit, and she moans louder, and then we’re both screaming out our release and coming together. I think the neighbors may have heard us tonight.
Once we’re finished, I head to the bathroom and grab a warm washcloth to clean her up between her legs. There’s something about this that is so intimate.
“What time is it?”
“Twelve thirty.”
“AM?”
I nod my head in response. She gets up to use the bathroom and when she returns, she puts on my t-shirt on and her panties.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m hungry. Come on, I’ll make us some french toast.”
Her cooking in my t-shirt is almost as amazing as her french toast. I could get used to this ; I think to myself. When she stands up on her toes to get the cinnamon off the shelf, I chuckle, and she looks at me from over her shoulder. I walk over to help her, and I press up against her. She feels so nice against my body.
She adds some milk, eggs, cinnamon and vanilla into the bowl, then whisks the mixture and uses some Texas toast bread for it. When it’s hot off the pan, she put butter and warm maple syrup on top.
After we finish eating, we sit down to snuggle on the couch, and she turns on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
“Can I tell you a secret, Killer?”
“Always.”
“I’ve never seen a Harry Potter movie.”
She sits up and looks at me with her eyes widened. “Well, it looks like we're having a movie marathon, but we will start with this one because it’s late. Seriously, how can you have never seen them? They’re a cult classic. The fourth one is my favorite and not only because Robert Pattinson is in it.” She smirks, and I roll my eyes.
We’re about halfway through the movie when Monti looks up and says, “I’ve always wanted a cat, but I’m allergic to them. Do you have any animals?”
“No, my parents travel too much so we don’t. I’ve always wanted a bearded dragon though.”
We finish the movie, and I have to admit I actually liked it.
I look down at Montana and see she’s sleeping so peacefully with her head on my lap. I wiggle away to make sure all the doors and windows are locked, then I pick her up and take her into the bedroom.
When we lay down, she flips on her side so I can snuggle up behind her. She sighs and snuggles into her pillow.
God, I really could get used to this.