Rocko #2
“My bad if you thought I was playing with you. But you had my whole family thinking I got a child on the way. This shit has got to stop. They’re going to have a field day with your ass in Santa Clara Jail. I promise you.”
By now, she was on her knees again in the truck seat, that same smirk on her face.
“You don’t mean that, Rocko. If you were going to put me in jail, I would already be there.” She said, peppering kisses over the side of my face.
“Leah,” I warned her.
“Leah, what, Rocko?” She asked between kisses. “Chill?” She taunted me with a laugh, and her hand snaked across the seat for the second time.
I grabbed her by her neck and squeezed it. I wanted to shake her ass, but instead, the moan that she let out and the way she bit her lip let me know her psychotic ass was turned on by it.
She leaned forward, swiped the tip of her tongue across my lips, and laughed.
I pulled her to me and kissed her. She moaned as I kept my hand around her neck and our lips touched.
She reached to my side and let the seat back before climbing over.
Then she sat in my lap, grinding against my dick. I pulled her dress above her waist, exposing her bare ass and grabbed it before I slapped it.
“Mmmm,” she moaned into my mouth as she sucked my tongue and held the back of my head.
She broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around my neck as she continued to grind on my dick. I don’t know how the fuck I wound up in this position, but like I said, it’s something about her that I couldn’t say no to.
“He misses me, Rock.” She moaned. “You miss me too.”
“Get up, Leah.”
She blew a frustrated breath.
“Rockkkk…” she whined.
She pressed the ignition to turn the car off.
“Come inside with me.”
She opened the door, stepped out, and fixed her dress. I sat there, thinking for a second, knowing better but still making decisions with the wrong head.
I stepped out of the truck, and then she opened the door to her place. Boxes still littered the living room. Evidence that she had just moved in, as she said. Then she led me to the bedroom. She turned on a light; it was the only room in the house that was fully furnished.
Reaching behind her, she pulled the zipper of the dress before she let it pool at her waist and then pushed it past her thighs. Then she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head and guided me to the end of the bed and straddled me.
“I’m sorry, Rock,” She apologized.
Her tongue ran over the bottom of my lip then dipped in and out of my mouth.
“Do you forgive me?” she asked.
“Fuck no.” I groaned, pulling her hair and sucking on her neck.
I wasn’t fucking with Leah at all. The pussy was fire, but not fire enough to make me forget about all the shit she had done to me.
She leaned forward and freed my dick from my pants and sat down on it.
I could see her eyes rolling as she slid down.
As soon as she slid down on me, I can’t lie, I was reminded why I would fuck somebody who tapped my house.
We fucked like enemies. She rode my dick like it could change my mind.
I had my hands on her waist, fucking her from beneath her. My dick was coated with her cream, and she told me that she was going to cum, and I knew that I wasn’t going to be long before I came.
She fell against my chest, still grinding against my dick.
“Get up, Leah.” I groaned as she shook against my body, and then she got up and sucked the rest of the nut out of me.
I looked down at her face, half painted.
We fucked a couple times afterward. But when we were done, I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself. When I came out, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other.
I expected her to ask me to spend the night with her or think that we were about to pick up where we left off. But she didn’t, and I was glad. Instead of making a scene, she got up and walked me to the door.
We didn’t speak until she opened it.
“You can stop looking so nervous, Rock. I’m not going to ask you to stay. I already know the ride home for you is going to be punishment enough. Just don’t beat yourself up too much wondering why you wanted to.”
I chuckled at her arrogance. But I walked out the door and hopped in my truck. She knew what she was talking about. Every part of me wanted to stay except the part of me that had some damn sense.
When I started the engine, Jeezy came over the speaker. This was the one time that Kendrick couldn’t help me. I turned up the music and headed home. This shit with Leah had to be done.
***
It was eight o’clock in the morning, and my phone was ringing nonstop. I figured that it was Leah on her bullshit again. I reached over and silenced it. But it rang again, and this time, I picked it up and looked at the screen. It was from my agent.
“Hello…” I croaked.
“Sanders! Are you out of your fucking mind?” I pulled the phone away from my ear to make sure I was seeing the right name, then asked who the fuck he was talking to.
“Watch your tone,” I warned. I didn’t even know what he was calling me for, but I didn’t like the energy.
“Who the hell pissed in your cereal today?” He snapped.
I used my elbow to sit up against the headboard. I had a decent relationship with him. But I still wouldn’t be disrespected.
“With all due respect, Greg, I don’t know why you’re yelling, and it’s too early. Say what it is that you need to say.”
“Why would you send such a distasteful email to Priscilla? Why do you think she has access to all these arenas? Do you not know her family owns one of the largest brands in the world? They’re our team’s biggest sponsors.
They’re cutting ties with you effective immediately.
Your ad campaigns are being pulled as we speak.
You’re going to owe them millions in advance money. ”
“What? What email?” I asked.
I was confused. But hearing that anything was negatively affecting my brand had my full attention.
He scoffed and said in a mocking tone. “You know the one. The contract was predatory at best. Your company has grossly misrepresented the budget with the assumption that athletes can’t read.”
As soon as he said that shit, I knew that it had Leah all over it.
“Look, G. You’ve been my agent for five years. I don’t even do shit like that. I’ll call her. I never sent that email. That’s not me.”
I hung up the phone and went to my contacts. I was hot. But I had to keep it together until I got Priscilla on the line. I never wanted to involve anyone in my personal affairs, but I felt like it was necessary for the moment, so she understood me.