Leah
Once I was inside the bathroom, I grabbed a rag and then washed the mixture of saliva and precum off my face.
I shook my hands dry, then looked at myself in the mirror.
My ponytail was barely holding on, my eyes were lower than normal, and the lazy smile that spread on my face as I stared at my reflection told me that I was about to take Rocko on the ride of his life.
Like I had done many times before, I tried to talk myself out of what I knew was bound to happen.
It was one final effort to shake off the nagging voice in the back of my mind before I returned to the room.
When I opened the door, Rocko was sitting on the edge of the couch, eyes low with lust and stroking his dick. It was long and thick, and I knew just by looking at both him and it that it would probably be my favorite thing about him.
Standing in front of him once more, he pulled me into his lap, and then he trailed the wettest kisses all over my exposed chest and breasts that I could feel in my center.
He took them into his mouth one by one and swirled his tongue around my nipples as they hardened.
I moaned and threw my head back. I could feel his dick twitching, tapping against my stomach as he kissed and caressed my body.
He reached between us and his fingers collided with my middle.
I hissed as he rubbed his fingers painfully slow around my piercing.
The sensation was so intense that I felt like I was wetter than I had ever been.
The way we both groaned in unison as my juices coated his fingertips confirmed that he was equally as turned on as I was.
When he finally put two fingers inside of me, I trembled and scratched at his wrist. The invasion felt amazing, so although I was ready for him to be buried inside of me, I didn’t mind it at all.
“You’re so fucking tight,” He gritted as he brushed his lips against my skin and then bit me lightly.
I was so lost in the moment, even more aroused, that I could feel how snug my walls were around his digits.
It had been a while since anyone had explored my body other than myself.
I rocked back and forth against his hand; his fingers went deeper and faster.
But once he curled them, I could no longer fight the feeling that he was giving me.
Without warning, my entire body shook against him.
I could feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head in ecstasy as I came hard.
“Rocko!” I cried out, holding on to the back of his neck.
“I feel it, Leah. Give it to me, baby.” He coached.
After several minutes of seizing, I finally exhaled, and my body relaxed completely. He brought his fingers to my lips and watched as I cleaned them hungrily.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as I bit my lip and then leaned down to kiss him. Rocko was a great kisser. It matched his personality: dominant but not too aggressive. It was like our lips moved in one accord. Everything about it was sensual and passionate.
He slapped my ass hard and then stood, making me wrap my legs around his waist as he carried me through the suite and to the bedroom.
He laid me back on the bed, and I lay there with anticipation as he slid between my legs.
He leaned forward, sucking my nipples once more, and I could feel his erection pressing at my entrance.
I whined, not from the sensation but from being teased.
He went lower until his face was buried between my legs. The way he moaned as he wrapped his lips around my clit brought me close to an orgasm. Rocko was an expert; he knew exactly what he was doing. I grabbed the back of his head.
“Rock…” I panted. His tongue swiped across the jewelry, and at one point I could feel him gently bite it as he continued to flick my clit with his tongue. My back arched off the bed at the sensation.
I got this piercing three years ago. I had no clue how much it would heighten the feeling.
But it was damn near unbearable. My eyes watered as he continued to slurp and suck on me.
When I finally came, I couldn’t help the tears that dropped from my eyes as I tried to scoot away from him.
He grabbed my thighs and brought me closer.
He didn’t stop until I damn near suffocated him by locking my legs around his head.
He gave me the cockiest look when he rose, and then he pushed my legs apart and lay against me.
He grabbed my neck and then used his thumb to turn my face toward his.
“You taste good, baby. Open your mouth for me.” He commanded. I did as I was told and slowly parted my lips. He spit into my mouth, and tongue kissed me deep and nasty. After that, my arousal was through the roof.
He looked between us and then rubbed his dick back and forth at my entrance.
“You sure you want me to fuck you, Leah?”
I had never been surer about anything in my life, but instead of saying that, all I could utter was “Yes.”
Both our mouths hung open as he fought against years of me being untouched.
It took a second, but when he finally pushed into me, I couldn’t help but groan.
The feeling of him inside of me, skin to skin, gave me chills.
His nails bore into my side as he gripped my waist until every inch of him was buried deep inside of me.
“Gah damn…” he praised.
At first his rhythm was slow, giving me time for my body to relax and loosen the death grip that it had on his dick. Rocko was on his knees with his face nestled in the crook of my neck, fucking me so good that I could barely close my mouth.
“Damn, Leah, this shit so good…” He moaned as I lightly scraped my nails across the length of his back.
“Go deeper,” I begged.
“This deep?” He asked, repositioning and pulling my knee to my chest. That’s exactly what I meant, because I felt his dick in places that I never thought possible.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck! Yes!” I cried over and over. The way Rocko fucked me was so intense, but it was so passionate. He ran his hands through my hair, put my hands above my head, and licked my breast. Beneath him, I was coming undone.
It didn’t take long before we were both cumming in unison.
“I’m about to-!”
“Mmhmm, I know, baby. I feel it.” He growled, and that was all it took. I came on his dick with a force that felt unnatural. He cursed and fucked me through it before he abruptly pulled out and came on the inside of my thigh.
We lay there, chests heaving, before he finally got up to grab a warm rag and came back to bed to clean me up.
When he came back out, he stood at the foot of the bed and leaned over to it to clean me.
Everything about Rocko turned me on because I didn’t even realize that I was caressing my breasts as he did it until his dick hardened.
It was standing at attention in seconds, and he threw the rag on the nightstand.
“Get up. Turn over for me, Ma.” He waited.
Slowly I positioned myself at the edge of the bed. I felt the cold sensation of spit before I felt his finger slowly teasing my butt. He tapped his dick on my butt cheek and then entered me once more. He fucked me slowly, his thumb and hips going at the same pace.
I was moaning so loudly that I could hardly believe that someone could have me like this.
“Rocko!” I moaned.
“Hmm?” He asked.
“That feels so good.” I rasped.
“This pussy so wet. Ride it for me,” He gritted through clenched teeth before he leaned forward and licked my ear. He stopped moving, allowing me to throw my ass back in his direction and against the pad of his thumb.
He slapped my ass twice, making me cry out. Then his movement started again. Before I knew it, he pushed me flat on the bed, arched my ass in the air, pulled my ponytail, and kissed me while he was fucking me slow and deep.
Once he stood back to his full height, the fawking began. Rocko had me in that suite hooting and hollering. And he loved every bit of it; in fact, he encouraged it.
“Why you stop singing? Let me hear how good I’m fucking you, Leah.”
His stamina was impressive; the second round didn’t end until we were both winded and drained. Afterward, I went to use the bathroom and take a quick shower. When I came out, I saw that he was knocked out.
I stood in the bathroom doorway and watched Rocko sleep; he looked so peaceful.
The way his chest rose and fell rhythmically made the corner of my mouth turn into a smile before I could stop it.
He was perfectly still, like he was exactly where he wanted to be.
Then I walked deeper into the room. Remembering the way that he owned every inch of my body threatened to make me orgasm again at just the mere thought of his hands and his full, wet lips tracing my body.
I’m in love.
If I hadn’t thought that Rocko was the man of my dreams before, this just solidified it. The way he left his mark on my body would stay in my memory for years to come.
I walked around the room, went to the couch, grabbed my cell phone, and then went to his Instagram page, just as I did every night.
He posted a couple of hours earlier. It was a sponsored ad.
A video of him at practice swinging the bat, made by the brand that was tagged. He looked so in his element.
I clicked the comments, always filled with groupies commenting on how handsome my man was. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Not that I would know it anyway, because he never responded to or liked any of it. He was so private.
He and I weren’t friends on social media, but that didn’t stop me from using my burner account to look at his stories without him thinking I was being invasive. It was too late for that now; the way he had just eaten me was a proposal in itself.
Leah Sanders has a nice ring to it. I thought.
Hearing him stir in the bed, I glanced up from the screen to see him turning over.
I put my phone down and decided to lie with him.
This was the first night that we spent together, so anything outside these four walls could wait.
I had endless hours to finish my investigation; I only had a couple of hours until the morning.
***
When the sun peeked through the window, I was still wrapped up in that giant of a man.
I smiled at the realization that we had cuddled all night.
It should have felt foreign, but it felt so natural that, for the first time in years, I slept so well; I even had a dream I could actually remember.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who felt comfortable either.
I looked at the clock. It was nearing eight a.m., and he was still sleeping like he didn’t have somewhere to be in a few hours.
I eased his hand off my waist, slipped out of bed, and went into the suite's living room so I could wake him up for breakfast. I wanted to make sure that when he finally awakened, it would be to the smell of one of his favorites.
I had seen a couple of different breakfast items in his Instagram highlights, so I decided to order them for him this morning.
I sat in the living room, going through my emails and responding to the ones that I could, until room service knocked on the door.
Then I set my phone down, went into the room, and slid the cart to the edge of the bed before tapping him to wake him up. His eyes searched the room wildly at first, then landed on me, and he focused, frowning in a way that made me frown too.
“Good morning.” I all but scoffed, not feeling the warm welcome that I felt I deserved.
He cleared his throat and sat up.
“My bad. Good morning.” He apologized, sat against the headboard, and reached out to rub my leg gently.
“I ordered us some breakfast.” I smiled as I nodded toward the cart just a few feet away.
His eyes went to the cart he hadn’t even noticed, then to the clock on the nightstand.
“Uh, I appreciate it, but ummm…. I gotta get going; I got some meetings and shit I need to handle today.” He explained.
The frown returned as I practiced counting down in my head.
Calm down, Leah.
Calm down, Leah.
Think of five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, one thing you can…Fuck it!
I kicked the cart, making it hit the wall with a loud thud.
“Well, excuse the fuck out of me for trying to be nice and make this morning a little less awkward.” I snapped, unable to hold back.
I got up from the edge of the bed and stomped through the suite to find my clothes still in a pile in the front.
He caught my arm.
“Calm the fuck down, Leah. I didn’t mean it like that. But you're right. Come on, sit down and let’s eat.” He exhaled. “And watch your mouth.” He said as he slapped my ass and pulled me against his body.
Instantly I calmed down. The way he just got me together made my middle do the bachata.
I turned to him with a smile. “Great. I’m glad you agree.”
Sitting at the edge of the bed, I uncovered the domes and slid the plates I had ordered for him toward him. He stared at me like I had two heads, then picked up his utensils and started to eat.
“No, let’s pray.” I stopped him.
He put the fork down slowly and then placed his hand in mine as we bowed our heads. I prayed over our meal; we both said “amen” and began to eat.
I tried my best to make conversation to distract him from my earlier outburst, but truthfully, I don’t think it worked. However, the morning was still young, and I planned to make it up to him in more ways than one.