Page 30 of Rockland

But I can’t tear my gaze from her face. There’s a beautiful rosy flush rising in her cheeks. Her lips are parted, her eyes closed, head tilted back in ecstasy.

The one I’ve desired for years. My hands cup her breasts as I thrust within her. I want to own every inch of her body. But it’s more than that. I want her mind. I want her heart.

I want her to want me. All of me.

I’m letting my emotions rule me. I’m too close to confessing my feelings for her.

I wrap my arms around her lower back. Tell her to hold on. She looks at me, confused, her eyes sleepy with sex. She wraps her arms around my neck. And I stand, lifting her. Holding her against me, her legs tightly wrapped around my torso. My cock still buried deep within her.

She gives a laugh. A lovely, tinkling laugh I haven’t heard in a long time. My lips find hers and I kiss her as I carry her around the couch. Carefully, I slip myself from within her. Placing her tiny body down, her feet burying in the carpet. Her wide eyes look up at me as she says, “What now?”

It’s just a fuck. It’s only fucking.

“This,” I give her a wicked grin, grab her hips and twist her around, bending her over the couch as she was before. Her hands press into the leather, her hair hanging down over her face. I stare at her reddened ass—freshly spanked by my hand—then wrap my hands around her waist.

She parts her legs, glancing over at me for a second. Our eyes lock and my heart pounds at the vulnerability in her gaze. I slide my cock between her legs and she lets out a long, pleasure-filled moan. “Oh, Rockland. It feels even better this way.”

She’s so short I’ve got to bend my knees and adjust but moments later I’m in position, thrumming away and pounding her against me. My balls smack against her bottom as her sheath tightens against my cock. I’m fucking hard and fast. Her breaths come in short bursts until she’s whimpering my name. She’s on tiptoe, throwing that red mane back as she cranes her neck and cries “Rockland!” over and over.

It’s music to my mind, my heart.

Her intimate muscles tighten further and she’s coming, hard and fast. The noises that rise from her throat almost make me come but I reach my hands beneath my balls and squeeze.

I can’t come yet—I’ve got one more place I need to take her.

She’s hanging over the couch. Panting. Recovering from her orgasm. I slide myself from within her as she’s panting, “Rockland. That was fantastic. I’ve never felt anything like it. But… did you come?”

Her words cut off as she senses the tip of my hardened cock in the crack of her ass. She gives a nervous giggle, saying, “What are you planning to do with that?”

I press against her tight hole. She gives a gasp of surprise as she moans, “No!”

“Yes,” I say. I grab around her waist and slowly push the head of my cock, slick with the lube of her pussy and the juices of her climax, against the unwilling muscles of her pert little ass.

Now she’s moaning, “No…” Her voice low, sensual. Her fingers splay as she smooths them against the buttery leather. Her muscles relax as she takes me inside of her. I move slowly, pressing further within her as she begins to sigh with pleasure.

It’s so fucking tight—I won’t last long.

My fingers travel around the front of her thighs. Slip between the lips of her sweet pussy. Press her clit. Give a few good thrusts. She’s mewing. Rocking her hips back to meet me. Rubbing against my caressing hand. Her muscles tighten around my cock. My balls constrict, my cock further hardening. Just as she begins to cry out in the throes of a second climax, I give one more good, hard thrust. I watch as her face constricts, her lovely mouth forming the sound of my name. A vision to my eyes, music to my ears as she comes. “Rockland! Yes, Rockland!”

Then I explode. Coming harder than I ever have before. My breath leaves my body. The pressure peaks, sending an all-consuming shudder throughout my entire body. With a deep breath, I relax, all tension leaving my limbs.

The need to hold her is suddenly as strong as the need to come had been. I slide from within her. Gather her into my arms. Kiss her mouth. She kisses me back and there’s a new sensation behind her lips.

Her submission.

She melts into my chest. Sighs as I kiss her again. My arms press into her naked flushed skin. I hold her tighter against me.

As if she was mine.

There’s a pang in my chest—a tug at my heart. I know my position here is only temporary. I’m a fool to treat it as anything other than that. I untangle her from my arms. Give her a reassuring smile. Clean both of us up with my soft cotton shirt. I’ll toss it in the trash later and get another. Slip her dress over her naked body.

She blushes, smiles, and says, “No panties.”

I murmur, “Good girl. Time for you to replenish all those calories you’ve burned.”

I take her down to the kitchen. Sit her on a stool at the island. I open her refrigerator, satisfied to find that my orders were carried out perfectly. I take out the cheese, milk, butter. I find the freshly baked bread waiting on the counter.

I turn to find her looking at me with a crumpled brow. For once, she’s obeyed my orders. She’s seated primly on the stool. Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair cascades messily down her back. Gorgeous. She eyes the stockpile, asking me, “Where’d all that stuff come from?”